Yup, fuck them.
You do you, you do baby, you do oldest daughter. You even do your partner, if you like. I let my (Perthshire! The east coast does it, too.) mother in law march me around at about that time frame and regret not saying no.
You sound like the perfect candidate for one of those password manager programs. I thought this thread was quite informative and hope you’ll find it handy.
psychobunny, before you re-arrange your work schedule, you might want to do some googling about your “unlimited warrantee”. The last time I looked into mattress warrantees, they were total scams. The inspector will disqualify you if have a bed with four legs (they recommend six points of contact with the floor) or the mattress is in any way stained (why this would affect structural stability, I don’t know). Also, even if you qualify, you’re only refunded the portion of the money corresponding to the remaining lifespan - i.e. if it broke 5 years into the warrantee, you get half the value.
I sincerely hope that things have changed and you have a realistic non-bullshit warrantee, but I don’t want you to lose a day of work just to find out they’re pulling your chain. Good luck!
Looking into mattress warrantees is scary. What I see is that they will do anything to get out of replacing a mattress (must have a measurable sag of 1 1/2", any small stain voids the warrantee etc). However, it does seem that with this particular warrantee if your bed passes the test they do provide a replacement (or a voucher for a replacement) at the store where you bought it, not just partial compensation. I have been going through the store (Macy’s) and they seem to indicate that the bed will be replaced. I actually doubt that they will replace the mattress but the problem is the box spring which has literally pancaked in places. My bed does have the required 6 point support so I hope that they will honor the warrantee. Unfortunately, there is no way to tell without getting the inspector there and I think it is a risk I need to take.
Fair enough, and I wish you well. Let us know the results!
If you fuck up your time in the Air Force to the point that you get a General Discharge in lieu of a Court Martial, you don’t get to change your facebook profile picture to a shot of you in uniform for Veteran’s Day.
Fuck off.
We have small gym in our building. Our building houses a number of businesses. We have 4 floors.
On each floor, there is a men’s bathroom (a women’s too, but I’m ranting about male douchebags) . They are all the same. One HUGE stall with a toilet, one smaller stall with toilet, two semi-stalls with urinals. The toilet stalls have standard locking stall doors.
The building management does a great job with janitorial issues. The bathrooms are always in very nice condition.
The bathroom is behind a heavy door. Through that door, there is a large sink area, also well kept. You have to go through ANOTHER heavy door to get to the hallway. The upshot of this is that if someone sets off a stink bomb in a toilet stall, the stink doesn’t reach the hallway. All in all, a great system. George Costanza would proud to poop there.
Now, to the gym. A small gym. A couple of treadmills, a couple of elliptical trainers, some bikes and some weights. One locker room for men, one for the ladies. In the locker room, there is one shower, one sink and 6 lockers.
And one toilet. This toilet is not in a stall. It is in it’s own room (nearly as large as the locker room itself) with a full-sized locking door. And it is to this toilet, that more than a few men, executive types, come to poop. And only to poop. I don’t know if they are afraid of zombie clowns crawling under a stall door while they are squatting, or if they just don’t want their co-workers to know that their poop actually stinks the same as the underlings, but it pisses me off.
Why, you ask? There are several reasons, but the biggest is that this bathroom does NOT have the enclosed sink area that acts like stink buffer. These execs, who apparently live on raw mastodon meat, totally pollute the area, exit leaving the door open and forcing that stink on helpless people who are changing and showering and shaving in a small space.
Occasionally someone using the gym will befoul the room. I get that and accept it. But fuck the guys who come there JUST to befoul it!
Cooked spicy goulash. Used jalapeños. Went to pee after it was done but before I started eating. Forgot to wash before my peppery hands touched Li’l Dunnit.
Owie. :smack:
Just think how much worse that could be for those of us with indoor plumbing. (wincing)
How do you break a bed? Aren’t those springs made of steel? Like the black-belt karate champ with hands registered as deadly weapons, shouldn’t you be required to warn any potential bed-mates lest they be injured?
Did that once long ago. Broke up a bunch of dried chilis into a pot of chili, then went to the bathroom without washing my hands first. That was not fun.
I once roasted and froze forty pounds of green chile without gloves. Later that evening I was reminded how dumb that was when I removed a contact lens. Worse, I still had one more lens to remove.
Second minor rant: Google, the spell checker on Android sucks when the first suggestion for the word ‘forty’ is ‘fifty’.
Could be worse, you could have had Clippy pop up: “I see you typed ‘forty’, did you mean ‘sixty’?”.
There speaks a lady who had an unfortunate tampon changing incident?
Thankfully, I’ve never actually had such a mishap. I do, however, have a very vivid imagination.
Just be thankful you didn’t rub your eyes then scratch your ass before going pee.
I had a similar problem, but with onions. When I diced onions, I would get a rash on the palm of the hand that held the onion. I switched to wearing latex gloves, and that went away. Plus, later I do not have to wash my hands over and over again to try to remove the oils from jalapenos and serranos, before I rub my eyes or nose (or any other delicate portion of my body).
God dammit. The corporal from my husband’s shift at work was just shot by a suspect. No word yet on the circumstances, rumor is that the suspect is now the former suspect, that the corporal suffered a shoulder injury (could be really bad, or really minor, who knows?) I don’t know any specifics, except that I’m sad and mad and crying for a wife and children who are being driven hell for leather to the trauma center, scared to death. It’s no fun.
Crap. Keep us posted. I hope he’ll be okay.
I’m so, so sorry - how awful.