I finished work at 5, stopped at Sheetz for a burger & fries, came home, watched Clonus, and went to bed. Then around 11:30 I got a call from my temp agency saying the client was terminating me due to “performance issues”, with no further detail. :mad: I’ve no clue what these issues are since nobody told me about them, I was still in training for what was supposed to be a 6 month temp-to-hire job. Then agency called again an hour later asking if I still wanted my health insurance (which was supposed to start next month) from my pay check. oh and could I drive over to the client to return my security badge? :rolleyes: Then my mother called. She had to take my elderly aunt (also my godmother) to the hospital. Apparently she has advanced cancer in her liver & stomach among other places and will be dead in a few weeks. 
All they can do is stabilize her so she can go home (she lives with my parents). In between crying and telling Mom to pass her love on to various people she kept apologizing for ruining her day off. I finally got back to sleep. I took a shower when I woke up and realized I’m out of deodorant. Which lead to much screaming and profanity and the trashing of my bathroom. And scared my dog. How’s your weekend going?
Hm, I got to miss the wake of a friend of mine who died Wednesday because apparently my gallbladder is feeling fractious and decided to gastric dump everything I seem to have eaten in the past week or two. When the hell did I eat corn?:dubious: Though I suppose I am now able to go have an emergency colonoscopy without worrying about not having done the proper intestinal prep previously, and I can answer the burning question that yes it is possible to pass an unchewed ramen noodle all the way through ones digestive tract more or less unchanged. :eek:
And sorry about your troubles:(
Am just at the start of a grueling couple of months (12h+ days, 7 days a week - with the exception of weekends which will be more like 8-10hrs). My supervisor, with whom I will be spending much of this time is currently taking out his own feelings of inadequacy on me, berating me one minute and being friendly a couple of hours later, making my natural reaction of withdrawing and being reserved seem as if I’m pouting.
To make matters worse, I had a migraine most of last night (most likely fueled by the work situation) leaving me completely wasted and drained today, but I’ve got to gird my loins in a few minutes and go to work.
There are more details that make the situation even more unsavoury and hard to bear but I’ve neither the strength nor the time to write more right now (and I doubt anybody would be interested anyway).
(I must clarify that it isn’t a holiday weekend here).
That’s the weird thing, my manger was very nice & supportive and kept encouraging me to ask questions. Like I said I was still in training and wasn’t aware of any performance issues. This was completely out of the blue.
And now for an update on my aunt. She came home today, and entered hospice. She’s expected to live 3-4 weeks at the max. She has advanced lung, liver, stomach, and pancreatic cancer. Oddly she’s not feeling any pain. And she’s as lucid as she ever was. She does look a lot better than last week, but still kinda resembles an elderly concentration camp inmate.
I’m so sorry to hear about your dear aunt. My aunt is the world to me.
Ugh, that sucks. Sorry about your aunt.
Although one of my wife’s sisters has cancer, and the other’s son is in prison, the cancer is being treated (disgnosis uncertain) and the son is getting out in less than three weeks, so it’s not quite as bad as it sounds.
On the petty side, we have no air conditioning and it’s 92 degrees and humid here. Mind you, we’ve paid for air conditioning – back in the dead of winter – but one thing couldn’t be tested until the chilled water was turned on for all the condos, and naturally it needs a part which is on order. Our check cleared months ago, and so now all we lack is any actual benefit.
My Memorial Day started with a broken pipe outside my house (my side of the water meter), and ended with me breaking my toe. So…yeah. Not much fun here, either.
Got through Memorial Day without a hitch but on Tuesday the timing belt on my beloved Honda Accord broke while motoring up the interstate. It is a comfort that my faithful companion suffered a quick and seemingly painless death but somehow over the 17 years and 224,000 miles we spent together I had forgotten how fracking much I hate car shopping.
I’m so sorry about your aunt. And how frustrating to not have any proper reason for your job termination.
My weekend has been pretty concerning so far. My husband has gone over to Istanbul for work and got caught up in the riots. Still waiting to hear if he’s going to be able to get to the airport today.
I just got off the phone with the fucking temp agency. I was supposed to get my first paychek today, but due to a problem with the direct deposit form I filled out as part of the onboarding process in March, they sent a paper fucking check out instead. :mad: So now not only do I have to wait until the check to arrive via mail I either have to drive to the bank in person to deposit it, or bank-by-mail and wait another week for it to get credited to the acount. Driving to the banking center is an even bigger hassle than normal since I’m my aunt’s caregiver 9-6 M-F. She’s doing good though. Well not good, but she’s comfortable. The social worker was here, but the aid isn’t coming to do a schedule mixup. She was really looking forward to her shower too, but at least my mom an take are of that when she get’s home.
My sympathies on all the crap you’re dealing with :(.
I did want to mention that you should check to see if your bank now allows remote check deposits (using a smartphone or scanner). This may or may not work with your bank, but if it does, that’s at least one little thing that would help you out.
Thanks. My bank does have an app, but it’s not compatible with my phone. My paycheck did arrive Monday, and I was able to get to my bank today. After it closed, but there’s an ATM outside. I was pleasantly surprised that I get immediate credit of $200 while they’re waiting for it to fully clear.
My aunt didn’t get her shower yesterday because she had a stroke shortly after my mom came home, and her right side went limp. So we had to call the hospice nurse, then the frantic calls to nearby relatives to get them to come over. We finally got a hold of her pastor; who’s she’s been asking about for a week. My brother got his cellphone and left a message using moderate profanity.
There was an amusing moment when he was asking if talked about any hymns or readings at her service (something Mom though a little rude while she was sitting there still alive). He said “I’m sure you all have Scriptures that are special too you”, cue awkward silence from everyone but my aunt. She said something. And awkward “let’s join hands & pray” moment where he was the only one talking. She also sang a him with hymn.
The nurse arrived and checked her out. She ordered some prescriptions & oxygen. The drugs my dad hade to drive an house and a half to get to the pharmacy that both had the meds and would still be open. The oxygen arrived around noon. She’s recovered feeling on her right (her face is still drooping) more or less bounce back were she was yesterday morning, but she’s still aphasic. The only words she can say are “amen” and “shower”; which she finally got from the aid this morning.
The (well a) nurse visited again today, and cleared think liquids and stuff like pudding & the like. I managed to feed her half a tub of pudding & half a juice glass of milk. Tonight my mom told me she was able to get her to take some pureed soup. Which oddly is in total more than she ate yesterday before the stroke (3/4 a slice of toast & half a gall of orange juice).
Needless to say I’ve been through some wildly different emotional states over the last few days, and can expect worse. It’s a matter of days at this point. Oh, and my dog peed on the carpet after being suddenly locked up & then forgotten about for 8 hrs. yesterday. :smack: It wasn’t his fault.
She died this morning.
My condolences. I’m sorry for all you’ve been through.
My condolences. Hang in there.
Thanks. We’ve finally finalized plans for the funeral (she was cremated so we don’t have to do it right away), but the luncheon afterward is up in the air. Apparently the Ladies Auxiliary at her church doesn’t do them any more.
On the work side the temp agency continues to fuck with me. I started a pit thread.