I can be hypersensitive to certain smells at certain times plus I’ve always been a little paranoid about what I inhale, so a long time ago I got a respirator mask with the highest grade filter cartridges and I use that whenever I have to deal with unpleasant odors or chemicals of any kind - even simple household stuff, which aside from the occasional paint or solvent probably covers the ‘chemical’ category for me. I even have an extra mask with high grade dust filters for doing the cat litter.
I can’t tell you how often I use those things for simple chores where I just don’t want to have to breath dirt or some noxious, albeit harmless (probably) odor. You might feel a little silly the first couple of times, but if something is bad enough to make you feel physically ill, I guarantee you won’t feel silly for long.
I’ve actually used a surgical mask on the bus when people brought McDonald’s food aboard. Probably looked stupid, but probably no more stupid than some people usually look.
Jeeze, I’m sorry to hear that. It really does make you wonder how people live in squalor. Maybe try to stay focused on how you have a free place to live for the next 10 months, and every bit you clean is done - some day it will all be clean and liveable.
Uh, they’re not going to get upset because you’re throwing away all their treasures, are they? (I know hoarders sometimes think their garbage is worth keeping.)
Goddamned motherfucking Minnesotans and their State Constitutionally mandated Passive-Aggressiveness.
We had a new member of our little group join with his son. Was complaining about the cost of a website to which I have a membership. I decided I’d be nice and allow him to use my account to research something. Gave him my log-on and password. In the mean time, I stopped being able to attend a regular gathering which was the only place I saw him. We corresponded a bit, he said he could spend days researching on that site, and when I saw what he was working on, I made some suggestions about it. Then, only a few hours after his last message, he stops working on it. A few days later I ask what the issue is. No response. He skips out on yesterday’s event that I was going to be at. Still no progress on the site, no response to my messages.
So I ask a couple of other people in the group what the fuck is going on. Not one of them has responded to me. I just saw one of them on-line in facebook and asked him. I see he saw my message. He ignored it. Got angry and asked why the fuck no one will answer me on this. He logged off without responding.
I didn’t know this guy from Adam, had only met him like 3-4 times, and I went out of my way to help him out and let him use my paid account. Now neither he nor any of my ‘friends’ in that group will tell me why he suddenly stopped using it and stopped communicating.
Since he stopped using the account last week and can’t bother responding, I changed the password. Fuck him.
You know, back in the olden days, kids used to grow up and be mute. Their whole lives. So, dismissing parental fears about “blah blah late talker blah blah I turned out ok” aren’t very helpful.
It’s like the bullshit “I didn’t wear a bike helmet, and I lived!” bit. Yeah, over there in the graveyard are the others.
If it’s any solace, I went to a speech therapist - I don’t know when I started speaking, but when I did I had a lisp. I’m great now. Don’t be too concerned about speech therapy.
ETA: in other words, no one is dismissing any concerns of yours, we’re trying to give you comfort. Speech therapy is not a bad, scary thing. No one is saying don’t bother with a helmet- we’re saying you are giving the kid a helmet, you’re helping. It’ll be okay.
I appreciate everyone’s kind thoughts. I just can’t help but worry. Parenting is basically another word for worry sometimes. There’s was a Cathy cartoon where her mother’s day was basically some variation of Worry All Day About Cathy and nothing else. That is how I feel occasionally. We are getting her the help she needs. I am trying to just focus on that and put the rest out of my head for another year.
Mini-rant: The 3-flat apartment building I rent from has its own dumpster. I noticed some people from down the alley using it, but no big deal until last week when only a couple days after trash collection, someone had filled the dumpster already. It looked like moving day trash (or at least that quantity) and had a lot of stuff from a little girl, so it wasn’t from our building.
My husband locked the dumpster (there’s a lock but we hadn’t been using it), and this morning I came out to unlock it for pickup day, and discover someone’s tried to jam the padlock. It had a wood sliver or toothpick in it, and glue. Fortunately our little pissed-off vandal sucks, because with about a minute’s worth of work with a little tweezers, I cleared the lock, unlocked it, and resecured the lock at the end of the chain.
I figure I’ll lock it again after pickup just because. Asshole.
They got mad because you stopped them from using something they shouldn’t have been using anyway? People never cease to amaze me (and not in a good way).
Your app will undoubtedly ask me nicely if it can send me notifications. I am a trusting person, and I did buy your app, so I allow this.
The first time I see a marketing notification pop up, I go in and disable every notification possible for your app. I might just uninstall the thing altogether. You have betrayed my trust if you use notifications for your ads.
Web designers…
I don’t want to see your crappy attempt at a toolbar that sort of floats at the top, but does so only in jerky movements as I scroll down. Unless I really am interested in your content I’m outta there. I also block all of your social media doohickeys that float. Annoying.
And just because I am using an iPad doesn’t mean I want to deal with your lame mobile website that doesn’t let me resize anything. Let me choose your main site and make it stick so when I return I don’t have to do the same thing.
Businesses…
In my opinion, you are unethical if someone in a business meeting says “and then the customer will forget” or “people will mistake this for” or “a user will accidentally” followed by “and we will earn more money”
This is as simple as that recent spate of ads that have a right-facing arrow that looks quite similar to the “next page” arrow many news stories use. You know darned well most people who click on it want to go to the next page, not your ad.
More serious offenders include gift card providers, who make business plans based on how many people won’t cash in the money owed them. Next in line are rebates (“Sir, we predict only a 2% redemption rate on this great rebate plan!”)
Happens a lot. My complex has had recurring problems with the fence surrounding the property getting vandalized by the jerks in the next complex over who consider themselves entitled to cut through my complex on the way to the shopping center on the other side of us. (Layout going north-to-south: shopping center, my complex, ghetto jackass wretched hive)
Oh, I still worry about my daughter, who is 34 and has moved out and been living in another state for some years now. She’s a competent adult, doing very well for herself, but I still worry about her, especially when she does something like break two ankle bones.
On the other hand, she worries about me, too. Especially when I declare that I’m going to turn into Grandma Mazur (Stephanie Plum’s grandmother).
Yup. It’s a very average, working/middle class area with a good mix of small rental buildings/duplexes and single family homes, and I think someone just decided “fuck paying for weekly trash pickup, I’m going to just use other people’s/businesses’ dumpsters instead.” Like I said, I didn’t care when I saw someone dump one small bag - it’s not being charged per pound to the landlord or anything. Plus, there was plenty of room left even though we were just moving in and had been putting a lot of stuff in there. But fill it within a few days after trash day? Fuck that.
(My husband did a quick check on one of the obviously-not-kitchen trash bags that had come open. Any paper that should have had a name or address? That had been removed. Someone’s very into identity protection, I see!)
