The fact that my apartment’s lawn service comes between 7:30 and 8 in the morning every Tuesday. I don’t work on Tuesdays and I enjoying sleeping in. It’s a little hard when what sounds like an army with weedwackers, electric hedge trimmers and lawn mowers desend upon my little world.
Also, can anyone make California not 3000 miles from Boston? Everyone I love, including my boyfriend, are back east. With the time change and my work schedule, I never get to talk to anyone except my boyfriend, and that’s only because he waits up until 1 am to call me.
I’m fat. Always have been. I have a chronic disease that is not caused by my being fat. I see many doctors and they all say I should have gastric bypass, because hey, it can’t hurt. I’m not diabetic but given my weight and family history, it’s only a matter of time. So for the last 3 months, I’ve been using my chronic care specialist in Birmingham to try to get a surgeon there. Ugh. Who knew that it was so hard to get to see a doctor? I can’t get past the receptionists and they refuse to let me have an appointment. I guess so many people want this surgery that doctors can be picky. After years of putting them off, I’m finally trying to get the surgery and here’s why.
My Aunt Ellen has always been fat. Thirty years ago, she went into diabetes and didn’t take care of it. Then she got lupus and had to have bits cut off because of bad circulation. Then she developed congestive heart failure and her arteries started calcifying. That was 5 years ago.
So Monday morning I called my GP doctor and made an appointment with him. Let him fight with surgeons! That afternoon I got an email from Ellen MaidenName. Now Aunt Ellen hasn’t gone by her maiden name for forty years, and doesn’t have a computer, but I opened the email anyway. It was just spam so I deleted it.
Monday night, my Aunt Ellen died. She was 58. They went out to eat, came home, and she died. Boy, I wish I had called her when I got that email.
Well, I certainly hope that visiting the ER is not a regular experience for you! But if it is, the next time this happens, maybe you can get the doctor to write you a note explaining it for the next next time it happens. I.e., if they don’t believe you, maybe they’ll believe a doctor’s note?
Contractors that start trenching without checking to see if they’re going to cut power to my office, necessitating that I pack up and re-locate to the boss’s trailer for the rest of the day leaving my staff to toil in the un-air conditioned dark space I abandoned.
On second thought, they’ve been kind of insolent lately, let them suffer a day and the power can get restored tomorrow when I’m out golfing.
Oh, that reminds me of a constant, minor whine - City of Calgary uncoordinated street repair gits. They must have two departments who never, ever talk to each other and will have nothing to do with each other regarding scheduling - the Rip Shit Up department, and the Fix It and Put It Back Together department. We’ve had a nice big hole dug in the street by my house since spring now. What are they doing - airing out the hole? This isn’t an isolated incident, either. It seems to be SOP - rip shit up, and then leave it for up to months at a time.
The mister has a promising job interview, but it’s like pulling teeth to convince him to show up in something better than a plaid shirt and khakis. He does not read any info regarding interviewing skills and tips, so he hears suggestions about wearing a jacket and tie for this occasion from only one source - the ol’ ball and chain. He reasons that the people at this biotech firm don’t dress in jackets and ties on an everyday basis, so why should he? They’d think he’s a dweeb. He says he’s not interviewing for a position as an attorney.
We’ve been shopping this last weekend, but the only purchases I could convince him to make are a new pair of chinos and a good pair of casual/dress shoes. I only wish I could be convinced that he’ll actually wear them to the interview.
Tell him from me that he is to dress about two levels above daily dress for a job interview, no matter what the job or industry is, if he wants to be taken seriously.
He has been told this, but again, he only hears it from me and so he blows it off as bullshit. The thing is, he started out in the petrochem industry, where men were men and ties were sneered at. He’s still in that mindset, even though he’s moved on to the classier biotech field. There’s also an element in there of still rebelling against mom dressing him up in a suit and dragging him to Sunday school, I think.
Well, I guess he’ll do as he pleases, and get the job or not get it. If he doesn’t get it, he’ll figure out why or he won’t. There’s nothing quite as frustrating as a spouse who won’t listen to reason, but you can’t make anyone do anything. It’s especially frustrating when what they do (or don’t do) affects you too, but there still isn’t much you can do.
