All liquids in 3 oz containers, all those in a 1 quart bag, blah blah blah. So I have to either put things like toothpaste, etc… in my checked baggage and risk losing it or getting it late, and after a day of flying I’d really like to KNOW I have my toiletries, or buy travel sized ones that cost half as much as full sized ones but are like 1/10th the size!
And plus, I now have to pay extra to check a bag! I would just try to pack to avoid that, but with the aforementioned liquids rule, and the fact that I plan to being a suit and nice dress shirts with me, means I’ll have to check a garment bag. An extra $15 each way. :mad:
This week has turned into nothing but BBQ food as far as can be seen: BBQ lunch meetings, BBQ celebration for the entire plant, BBQ with friends on Fri, BBQ with other friends on Sat, BBQ with family on Sun.
Enough! I’ve been trying to be kind to these meat-freaks, because I really do like BBQ in moderation. But I have Had It with their huffiness and being offended and acting as though I have personally insulted both them and their ancestry for daring to decline their innovative idea of BBQ… around the 4th of July.
Fine. I have hereby resolved to just tell them, forthright, that I am declining their offer of overcooked shoe leather in oversalted Maul’s sauce + Budweiser, precisely because of their own moral failings and because I think God hates them. Also, their personal hygiene could use some attention, and they can stop showing me pictures of their kids because? ugly, really.
Now, pardon me while I go find something green or some probiotics to eat before my colon seizes up on me.
We recently manicured our phone service in an effort to reduce our monthly bill. When the bill came in today, I expected it to be a lot lower than last month. It wasn’t, substantially, so I went over it with a fine-toothed comb.
Seems that in May, somebody used my email information to sign me up for a $15.00/mo voicemail service. I called the company and got that removed (and last month’s bill credited) toot sweet.
Also, it appears that I’ve been paying a second long distance carrier nearly eleven dollars a month for the past three years. kaylasmom insists that she fired Consumer Telecom by phone call back in September 2006, but she isn’t able to provide a confirmation number to prove it. So I can’t get our $344 back. :mad:
So I pit me for not reading the phone bill for three years. :mad: :mad:
“Your child is quite breathtaking.”
A note to a certain department: “We’ve always done it this way” is not valid as an excuse, explanation, or complaint. Do I need to bring in a platter of cheese to go with your whine? (I have actually done this once.)
I was diagnosed 3/31/08 and was not without intense pain in the right side of my face, head and neck for over three months. Even now there is constant tingling, intense twitching and shooting pains that would stop an elephant.
What I wouldn’t do to trade that in for a case of siding.
Dear manager of IT and systems: despite what you might think, asking me a dozen questions about coding and systems connectivity when you are the manager responsible for coding and systems connectivity is NOT going to suddenly make this work go away.
Oh, and sitting back, pushing the documentation on business requirements I’ve created and saying, “Yeah, well that’s gonna require some programming, little lady,” sounding for all the world like a belligerent doofus who thinks he’s a cowboy, will not suddenly make me take it back. First, you manage the department doing the coding, yes? So I assume that’s kind of, I don’t know, what your direct reports do. Second, if you need to get back to me and prioritize it with your reports’ schedules, please let me know. Third, if you have a problem with the business specs you requested that I draw up, tell me what I can do to correct them.
5-4-Fighting, that sucks about the shingles. I got a case last year and still have a scar on my cornea from where my eye was swollen shut. Three days of looking like Quasimodo and pain that rivaled the birth of my firstborn - ain’t life grand?
Sunday: Car wouldn’t start. Tried to jump, didn’t work. Called AAA, waited 45 minutes, and they came out and replaced the battery.
Monday: Car wouldn’t start. Was already late for work, so rode my bike in.
Tuesday: Got up early, called AAA to get them to tow my car in. Waited 45 minutes. Tow truck guy looked at the battery and said that the connections were corroded and should have been replaced. Just a bad connection. He called the battery guy. Wait 1 hour. Battery guy comes out and replaces connectors. Car starts up like a charm.
Total annoyance: $125, 2.5 hours waiting. For a car I don’t want anyway and am trying to sell.
There is nothing inherently better about “being outside”.
We should get outside.
You should go outside and do something.
C’mon, let’s get outside and get some sun.
I’m fucking well enjoying what I’m doing right now. The weather does not dictate my activities. I get enough exercise at the gym, and I’m not going to go outside just for the sake of being outside.
But you get the soft breezes wafting over your skin. It’s a trade-off. I’d avoid it when it’s in the hundreds, or when the mosquitoes are swarming, but if you pick the right time, it’s nice.
Of course, I’m trying to psych myself up to work in the back yard this weekend, so you can pay no attention if you like.
The rant part: damn you heritage oaks, dropping leaves and twigs all year round.
Actually, the rant is kinda weak, because while I don’t like the mess, I do like the shade.
