Chef Troy, if you go here you can get a copy of “Mood Indigo” for $8.00.
Gosh, it’s been a while since I’ve read anything *really *amusing in the Pit, but that one sure made me snicker…
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…syntactical gaffes…QUOTE]
I read that as, “syntacal giraffes”.
Then I wondered what syntacal was and wtf giraffe was getting up to now?
My husband was declined for health insurance. Obviously, he is a healthy 30 year old who does not smoke and is not overweight and is not on any medication, so we were stupid to even try to insure him, right?
Oh wait, he took Wellbutrin for a few months a few years ago for ADHD when they were trying out different treatments. He is coping well without anything now and has been for a long time, but obviously if you have ever taken Wellbutrin you have “chronic depression” and are uninsurable because you could just off yourself at any moment. And you couldn’t have just told us that off the bat when we gave you all his medical info, it took you a freaking month and a half to refuse him, making us scramble to find another provider before COBRA grace period runs out. 5 day turnaround my ass.
All I want to do today is watch Crossroads, starring Britney Spears! That’s what I want to do! I even went to the goddamn video store and asked for the movie, then proceeded to follow around 2 employees while they tore the place apart trying to find the dvd.
But no! The internet will not co-operate! I’m trying to download the Rifftrax to accompany the movie and the fucking internet is broken. The download will get to about 20 minutes left (and that’s another thing- why do I still have dial-up?) and fucking time out! You only get to download it three times, complete or incomplete. So I send an e-mail to Rifftrax tech support and they promise to look into it… within 48 hours. [whine]But I want to watch it TODAY! [/whine]
Arrgh! So, I guess I’ll spend the $3 to get another three downloads and hope to fuckityfuck that one of them downloads completely.
And, why hasn’t the tracking status on my Lush order been updated in 5 days? How long does it take to get to Eagan, MN? I want to smell pretty TODAY! Goddammit!
Full of ire!
ZJ
Looks like someone’s got a case of the Tuesdays…
Just FYI, BCBSMI is a provider of last resort in Michigan. They can’t deny you. They can charge you up the butt and bury you in paperwork and stupid junk liek you won’t beleive, but I don’t think they can deny you.
Which is why they are huge, inefficient, and somehow have enough money to try to buy MCARE :smack:
I am being held hostage by some kid in my son’s class who has a peanut allergy.
My son has no problems eating PB&J every day.
Now, because of one, everyone must change their lunch box diet plans.
I’m wondering what would happen if I didn’t sign the form sent home or…(let me dream) I could sue the district for just sheer stupidity of it all.
(singing) These are a few of my favorite thiiiiings!
Shit , Piss and (or) fuck . And then I woke up. That about covers it. :smack:
I pit my friend’s boss who waited until immediately after my friend pulled a month’s worth of 100 hour weeks in a row to tell him that the company was downsizing and that he drew the short straw.
I got one that I almost always post in these threads and that almost always annoys me:
You do not need to hit your brakes to slow down every time. If you are just maintaining speed, taking your foot off the gas pedal will have the same effect.
All the time I see people who accelerate, brake, accelerate, brake, all the way up the highway. Don’t you know that every time you hit the brakes you’re also sending a message to the driver behind you?
I usually end up driving like six car lengths away so it won’t annoy me as much.
Which is ample space for 8 more drivers exactly like the first one to try and stuff themselves into your buffer.
I swear to Og, they are the equivalent of cancer cells on the freeway. Anyone who doesn’t drive like them pays the price.
As mentioned all over the damn place, I’m the father of a peanut-allergic kid, and I have to say that school districts seem to be administered by idjits (and most school kids are parented by idjits as well, but that’s another show). My oldest son eats PB&J in the same house! Yes, we have peanut butter and it has yet to jump out and attack the youngest. Keep the damn shelled peanuts out of the school, but peanut butter is a fairly cohesive substance that’s rarely involved in unprovoked aerosoling of proteins.
You have my sympathy, unless they eat lunch in a tiny little room just inches from each other, in which case not so much. Trip to the ER every day for a kid who has done nothing wrong just because someone can’t be bothered to come up with a different lunch?
But if the kids are in a normal school cafeteria, it’s pure BS. School district was probably threatened by an overzealous parent…
Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. He applied through another company today, and if we don’t hear back by the end of next week we will buy a 30 or 60 day short term policy to buy us some more time until he gets something permanent. Damn it is expensive, and even the policies we are looking at don’t cover much, it is just to keep us from losing everything if something major happens. We still get to pay out of pocket for almost everything after we pay the monthly premium. It must be freaking impossible for anyone with an actual chronic illness to get coverage if he got turned down. No wonder so many people go bankrupt from medical bills.
I am just so frustrated and stressed lately.
To the asshat fucktard with the poofy hair who was driving the minivan this morning:
I was driving at a fair clip and coming up on you. But you had your right blinker on, so I figured you’d be out of my way soon enough, right? Wrong. You just sat there, concentrating on taking your next breath or something. Finally I got sick of you and your idiot indicator going blink blink blink and just went around you. Then what do I see? You, frothing at the mouth, swerving and tailgaiting me. Oh, forgive me for passing you when you were going slower than me! How dare I? Then, you get sick of riding my ass and get into the carpool lane to get 2 cars ahead of me! Oh the shame; I was defeated. Except not really. Notice how I got to maintain my speed while you were dodging and weaving and accelerating and braking and then finally you had to drop back just to get to your exit anyway? You are a fucking idiot. If you don’t want people to pass you, then maintain your fucking speed and turn your goddamn turn signal (sorry, idiot indicator) off.
And get a haircut.
The paper money is not a “tray” for the metal money. Hand me the coins, and then hand me the paper. Or the other way around. I don’t care. Just so long as you don’t drop it all over the floor again.
Oh, and don’t lick your fingers before you count it out to me. That’s just icky. Seriously. I would like money removed from the “Things It’s OK to Lick Before Handing to Someone” list. Is there anything else even on that list?
You have my sympathies. I changed jobs recently and took a contract-to-hire position, so I changed insurance companies twice in 90 days, each time having a 14 to 30 day periood of no coverage. The COBRA was going to be 1100 per month for my family. Without it, though, I had to pay 300 for about 14 days worth of medication (chronic illness). If not for the fact that I was saving some money because they weren’t deducting for health ins out of my paycheck, it would have hurt. And if I’d had to have gone more than 30 days without coverage, I’d have been in a real world of hurt.
Vanity Sizing: A Truly Mini Rant
I have lost weight recently (on purpose, and I’m very happy about it!). Now, since I’m about 30 lbs less than I was last year at this time, I need new Fall clothes, especially for work.
I’m shopping in the Limited (hey, the hem pants for free!) and am looking at sweaters. A sales associate lets me know the ones I’m looking at run large, so try a smaller size than normal. Great - I’m usually a medium, so I grab a small.
The small is HUGE. And these aren’t meant to be oversized sweaters. I ended up with an extra small, the smallest size they sell, which is slightly too big.
I hate vanity sizing. Really, I’m OK with being medium! I don’t need you to tell me I’m an extra small to feel good about myself. At 5’4" and 140 lbs, I should NOT need the smallest shirt size you carry. What are people smaller than me supposed to be wearing?!
(Yeah, I know it’s petty, that’s why it’s in the Mini Rants thread!)
Aargh! Another dear hubby rant, a repeat of one from the last tiny rants thread:
To my dear hubby, who loves to cook and who washes the dishes with nary a complaint, thank you. I hate to cook, and I really appreciate you being willing to do 99% of it. But for crying out loud, when you’re cooking something and it boils over, the proper way to deal with it is NOT to just ignore it and expect that the sink and countertop fairy comes along and cleans it up later! The SACF doesn’t live here!
So this morning I get up, look at the stove, and there’s not only still liquid mess in TWO drip pans (because I guess you moved the pan off one burner after it boiled over, thereby spreading the mess to yet another one), but a huge puddle of it underneath BOTH burners! It took me 20 minutes to take the burners off, scrub the drip trays, and clean up the godawful sticky mess you’d left behind. But if I hadn’t, would you have even NOTICED before turning on the stove again? Why do I doubt you would have? Apparently messes on the stove and countertop are utterly invisible to you. That’s the only explanation I can come up with!