And an extra fuck you, Fark, for making me wait 24 hours to post after my registration was finally confirmed. 
No. Call screen blocks the call entirely - the person at the other end gets a recorded message something to the effect that you are not taking calls at this time and your phone doesn’t even ring.
Woohoo! I can feel the power of Cheesus, too! 
Kinda itchy, ain’t it?
Why don’t they make blouses that actually allow you to use your arms? Cute blouse, it’s silver with embroidery, but I can’t lift my arms comfortably. And I have other shirts that have the same problem. WTH?
Am I to understand correctly that you have some lofty expectation of both looking good AND being functional simultaneously? The nerve of some people!
Well guys get to! What kind of idiot designs a shirt that you can’t lift your arms in?
Use of limbs is unbecoming for a lady…
Yeah, well I have to load the printers fifteen million times today and every time I do I have to do this stupid shoulder hitch so I can actually lift my arms enough to get the paper in the printer.
I honestly can’t believe this mini-rants thread is still going. =^.^=
UPS, kindly lick the fuzz from the bottom of my toilet: I checked your tracking page today and saw that my new gadget from Tiger Direct is on the truck for delivery today. So I spend all day at home waiting for you. No ringadingy of my doorbell. I check the site at 730p and the tracker says “the receiver was unable to sign on the first attempt”. Really? I believe my ability to sign for it was impaired by the probability that the truck never drove down my street today.
And Tigerdirect, fuck you for only having one shipper. I know I’m pissing against the tide of a dearly held stereotype, but Canada Post service is much better than UPS et al: they’re faster, they have on line tracking and if I’m not home they will either shove the package under the door or take it to the postal station 5 blocks away for next day pickup. If your default shipper can’t figure out how to ring a doorbell the package goes back to you, you reverse the credit card charge and I’ll buy an iTouch instead at Future Shop.
Rant mark II: Hey Apple, no Sims games for iTouch? Ya tools- don’t make me buy a PSP!
I was afraid of that - doing a little research, it looks like I can get call screening added to my Telus phone service - for, I assume, another charge. Just to block Telus from telemarketing me relentlessly. That’s…quite the scam. Impressive, you telecommunications bastards.
I still haven’t gotten my stimulus check. Shoulda been one of the first, on April 28, and here it is practically August. Die, you IRS bastards, die! Well, give me my money first, of course. Then, you go, and you die!
Dear co-worker:
I like working with you, and I enjoy your company at work as well. Now PLEASE stop pitching your internet-based get rich quick schemes at me and others! Telling me that you’re earning several cents off of each phone call you receive because each caller has to listen to a short commercial is fine, but when you crow that the people you’re making money off of is bill collectors – well, that’s just kind of fucked up, isn’t it? If you’re making so much fucking money, how come you always have debt? I know how much you get paid (roughly) here, and I know your wife is working, too, and you have no kids … so what the fuck are you doing with all your money? I’ll tell you – you’re “investing” it all on get rich quick schemes! and you want US to do it as well! GET A FUCKING CLUE, DAMMIT!
Dear other co-worker in another department, two aisles over:
Stop witnessing at work. It’s against the rules, and you know it. Whenever you get called on it, you play the whole “Why do you hate Our Saviour, Jesus?” bullshit. Also, stop sending around e-mails asking for us to donate money to you so you can Help to Spread The Word of Jesus in Your Community and Abroad. If I wanted to give money to a church, I’d go to my own church, and place something besides coupons for Shake-N-Bake in the collection tray. Also, when I addressed your workgroup last week, and had to stop talking because you wouldn’t stop texting someone – do you think that Jesus would have looked up with sparks flying from his eyes and angrily demand “WHAT?!?” because he had gotten caught out? Yeah. Didn’t think so.
Vote for me, 2008.
That sounds like a wonderful way to never have anyone call you again. And then where does that get-rich-quick scheme go?
No no no. You put counterfeit money in the collection plate!
Nah, I save that for the casino – my own get rich quick scheme. You’ll see!
This is worthy of its own thread, but I don’t have the energy. Today in my local newspaper:
Well shit, I didn’t know my vagina disappeared as soon as I got membership card. I guess I better start calling myself a man now, since all this article did was push me to actually join.
I hate where I live.
Would that make you King Bruin?
Hey, just 'cause I evidently am not a woman any more doesn’t mean I’m tossing my favorite heels!
My father is now in the hospital.
As many of you already have read, my father’s Normal Pressure Hydrocephalus has come back this summer, with dramatic effect. His symptoms this time around have included cognitive deterioration, motor deterioration, incontinence, and mobility deterioration.
Last night, he got stuck in the doorway to the bathroom, and could not move his left foot, one way or the other. While he was still self-mobile my mother and I could care for him. It wasn’t easy, and we were starting to reach the ends of our ropes. Last night, however, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He could not take a step forward, nor back, nor move anything but his right foot a few inches. In the end I managed to squeeze around him to get the commode placed behind him so he’d have someplace to sit, and I called for the ambulance.
He’s at a local hospital, now, having been admitted but still in the Emergency department. As he’s got a chronic condition that is not life threatening, I understand why he’s near the bottom of the triage list. It’s still a bit frustrating to wait for them to get him to a room.
The thing that’s reassuring to me, and my mother, is that none of the medical people we’ve spoken with have had any criticism for our decision to bring him for care. The closest we’ve gotten to any kind of “Well, you just have to deal with him, yourselves,” was the medical student last night who was telling my mother that they’d try to do what they could to make him more mobile, so he could go home. I suspect that was inexperience speaking, more than anything else.
That sad part is that the hospital is concerned enough that they’d called for Health Care Proxy information, or Living Will, and especially about Do Not Resuscitate orders. I believe that they’re just crossing tees and dotting i’s. But it’s still a bit rough.
Of course, before this, there had been other casualties of this attempt at home care. I’d been using a somewhat unorthodox technique to help me keep my temper. I went out and got an invisible, imaginary monkey to stick in the back of my head, and let him jump around, gibber and scream when I had to deal with my father’s intransigence, or the idiocy of the PCP’s office, or the arcana of the rest of the medical field. Unfortunately, my first monkey died last Friday. Just plain stroked out in the middle of a frothing, poo-flinging, gibbering fit. Which really didn’t have the same cathartic effect that a good gibbering fit would have had.
Of course, by that time he was so tired, his gibbering fits were getting definitely sub-par.
So I got an invisible pink monkey Saturday to take care of my gibbering fits for me. I cannot recommend invisible pink monkeys. They just don’t gibber as well as an invisible rhesus monkey. I don’t know what paint they used on this second monkey, but he started out kind of limp, and never really got into gibbering the way the first monkey did.
Until last night, when I came back to the bedroom after getting out the medications list we keep printed, so I can hand it to the EMTs when they arrived. And found my father standing again, in front of the blasted commode, and telling me that he didn’t get up. He’d never sat down.
That time the imaginary invisible pink monkey gibbered really well. But now all he does is sit around and eat bananas, and throw the peels at me. Which is making it hard to concentrate.
Anyone want a slightly used imaginary invisible pink monkey?
Well, there’s a White Elephant going on in MPSIMS right now…
Seriously, I’m so very sorry you’re going through this. My good thoughts and best wishes are with you and your family.
Thanks.
I just want to thank anyone who has taken the time to offer their support through this whole mess. Or even just reading my posts. Letting out my frustrations here, knowing that y’all were going to be reading them, has meant a lot to me all by itself.
I’ve also got to offer a special thanks for aruvqan, and her Mr. aru, who got me out of the house a couple of times on the excuse of giving them a bit of a break while they’ve been up here with their own problems. I told them at the time, but want to make it public here, how much that meant to me.