Well, fuck her. I’m not going to stop talking to my coworker. That’s just ridiculous.
And I swear we only ever talk about work. Even during lunch, the conversation inevitably drifts back to work. These are conversations that are necessary to do my job. It’s not like we’re spending the day gossiping or anything.
Here’s the timeline, taking only 1/2 a pill a day, half the prescribed dose;
Day 1: Slightly irritable.
Day 2: Mild headache, irritable.
Day 3: Bad headache, blamed it on the cleaning stuff I used in my bedroom that was so bad it was waking me up. Got like 2 hours of fitfull bad sleep that night.
Day 4: KILL!!! (Locked it internally, didn’t let it show, but man, I was stressed, my blood pressure was insane and I didn’t like where I was at.)
Stopped taking it for 10 days. Still wasn’t 100% sure it wasn’t the combination of the two or the one or the headache inducing Arm & Hammer pet smell removal crap (never use this stuff! and lack of sleep. Used a whole bucket of water and towels to soak up and remove that shit.
Decided to try again.
Day 1: irritable, sleep sweats.
Day 2: irritable, headache, woke up with water running down my chest.
Stopped taking it.
Two days later - two days of NOT taking it… Woman just walks up right in front of my cart while I’m in line at the grocery store. I say something. She ignores me. My blood pressure shot into the stratosphere, I turned red (the cashier said something) and I quite literally wanted to go full out Mindless Ape Murder Machine on her. It was all I could do to not say or do anything, pay for my stuff and get out of there.
:eek:
Been two more days since then and I’m still a bit tense. Kinda thinking “Wow, that shit seriously fucks me up for DAYS after I take even a small amount!”
Not ever doing anything like that again. If my doctor chooses to push me on the subject and use my weight as a reason that I need to do something like this (I’m 5’10", 235 pounds), I will simply get up, walk out of his office without a word and never go back.
On the other side of the equation, work is great. I really enjoy what I do now.
Oh, God, there are even more kids across the street playing the, “Scream repeatedly at the top of your lungs” game. If this keeps up, my lawn is going to get mowed. Then it’s going to get weed-whipped. Then it might get mowed again, if they’re still out there screaming.
I hate kids who do that. Velociraptor knows that sort of thing will have me come running to demand who is being killed. Hell, the other kids know that too. It doesn’t happen often in our neighbourhood.
I have A/C again!
<performs Snoopy dance of joy>
15 minutes to diagnose and replace a bad capacitor. Also $370. But the temperature is already perceptibly dropping in here, and I don’t care about anything else.
Olives, a couple of years ago I had a control-freak of a boss, too - she wasn’t at your boss’ level (your boss is an Olympic-level Control Freak), but when I quit, she freaked out - “Why are you quitting? You can’t quit! Everyone quits! Why does everyone keep quitting on me!?!” etc. (Duh - I can’t imagine why everyone keeps quitting on you. Maybe it’s because you’re nuts - hard to say. :rolleyes: ) I tried to work out my two weeks’ notice, but she turned into “Control Freak II: The Bitchening” the next day, and I just finished my shift, went home, and sent her an email telling her I wasn’t going to come in anymore. Frankly, I didn’t feel safe at work any more.
My very best wishes on your job search - life is too short to work for crazy-ass people.
Cool! 
You’d think after decades of practice, the government could get at least this right. :smack:
flatlined!! Glad you are back and in one piece!
Occasionally my daughter and her friends do this. I can’t handle it. Immediately I’m on the porch screaming at them to stop screaming. (Nicely ironic) Her friends probably think I’m a bitch, but I don’t care…I just want them to SHUT UP!!
In other news, fuck these cramps!!!
And now back to your regularly scheduled ranting…
That new Roomba commercial is the reason the TiVo was invented. :mad: Jeez, I used to think those little vacs were cute.
The pool across the street from my house has opened for the season…the widdle snowfwakes have already started playing “shriek like you’re being dismembered,” complete with one of the little dears yelling “I’M DYING” late this afternoon. There may as well not be any adult supervision given the amount of drinking that goes on over there. (I’m all for boozing it up on a holiday weekend, but not when you’ve supposed to be supervising children in a crowded area near a body of water and lit grills!)
Welcome back, flatlined!
Edited to add…a semi-“fuck you” to Amazon for mysteriously losing the account information that was linked to my TiVo. WTF, the accounts are linked already! I really wanted to buy a movie this afternoon so I could watch it on the big TV, and I ended up buying through iTunes and watching on the computer.
I never hear a peep from those parents, regardless of what shenanigans were going on. We live on a fairly busy street, and their idiot boy-child had the gate open and was playing two feet away from traffic regularly last summer (he was about three, I’d guess).
I’ve heard rumours that that is an effective treatment. 
The landlord was not kind about being asked to fix the sewage backup that was completely the fault of her incompetent contractor.
By not kind, I mean she responded by giving us notice of lease termination. Aka, she’s evicting five people because they had the gall to ask to not live in raw sewage.
I am getting seriously sick of moving.
My next-door neighbors have little screamers - these girls can hit notes that would break glass. I’m all for kids playing outside, and I don’t expect them to use their “inside voices” but daaaaamn these girls can hit some high notes. When they first moved in, I kept running to the door thinking someone was hurt. Now I just put my earbuds in and try to ignore the dirty looks from the cats.
It’s hard to rant at the low-income medical clinic I go to; they’re seriously cheap (I’m unemployed) and they even get a lot of my medications at low prices or free. They’re even getting me into a program to get my Mirapex ($280/month) for free. But I hate wasting gas - both for the expense and for the sheer waste of it. I will be in Tennessee next month when my scripts need refilling, so I need to get a refill on them early so I can take them with me. I’ve made two trips to get samples to cover two scripts, but still have two more to get covered. I wish this could have been covered in one trip.
Report them to the local board of health or whoever issues occupation certificates. And there should also be a state agency for dealing with landlord/tenant relationships and disputes. They tend to be strongly on the side of the tenant.
And in the world of social media and review sites, if this is an apartment complex of some short, find them online and give 'em shitty reviews.
Ha HA! Multiple entendres!
So, I’m in Nebraska. Nebraska is nice. The people are nice. I do think that maybe its just where I am, but it seems like the state motto is “This is a nice place where nothing happens after 8 pm.”
Bill is a morning person (who might not survive a year of marriage because he flipping SMILES at me when I wake up), so we were up at the flipping crack of dawn to go out and see the big hole in the ground. No, that was a lie, because it was still dark, the sun was just coming up.
The main reason that Bill still lives is because he had the sense to give me some real coffee instead of that hotel stuff.
So…we went out to the site and it was very impressive. Bill had a couple of his crewmembers there and they showed off their stuff with much happiness (I enjoyed the tour so much that took over an hour longer than planned) and then we went out for Mexican food.
Mexican food in Nebraska is nice. There was beer, which was very nice.
Bill and I went back to the hotel and I was fast asleep when my phone went off with Tony’s ring tone.
!!!
One of your cats is in a coma!!!
Wait, what???
The old one, she’s just laying there, what should I do???
Tony, she’s an old deaf cat, she’s just sleeping. Go to my desk and find the claw trimmers. If she doesn’t wake up when you sit next to her, please trim her back nails.
As it turned out, Tony had not set on the bed beside her because its my bed and it would be disrespectful or something.
Old kitty is just fine. I’m wide awake at midnight or something. Tomorrow, we will drive to where the other part of the pipeline should be. Which will be very nice.
If the sun was coming up, it wasn’t even the crack of dawn, it was the sunrise. The crack of dawn is when it starts getting light but you can’t see the sun; the part where the sun is visible (if no clouds get in the way) is called “morning”. And now I will sit here and enjoy the fact that you can’t throw a cup of bad coffee at this morning person’s head…
Dear friend: I know your marriage has been falling apart for at least the last 18 months. I know you were devastated when you got proof of your husband’s infidelity. I know it was hard to accept when he finally told you he wanted a divorce. I know you were concerned about the effects of all of this on your toddler age twins, etc., etc. But I am quite sure that the guy you met on match.com–the one who sent you inappropriate pics before you’d met in person, the one who told you he wants to have a baby with you (again before you’d met in person), the one who introduced you to his three year old two weeks after you did meet, the one who is LYING to you about his marital status, the one who clearly sees you as a potential sugar mama to put him through law school at age 40–no, he is not your soul mate and this is going to end badly.
I actually think that’s very sweet.