You know, speaking of personal boundaries, my cat has a real issue with consent. No matter how many times I push him away, he crawls all over me. It’s not just me. I pretty regularly hear my husband yell, in protest, ‘‘No means no!’’
It’s pretty embarrassing, as an activist, to be dealing with this issue in my very own house.
The person who got the promotion that should have been mine has now been promoted again.
So I can try again. Yay. Boo.
(a few clarifying details: In my workplace, the number one thing that determines who gets positions when they are posted is Seniority. Person who got “my” promotion has several more years of seniority, and we’ve always known her time in that post would be limited, due to her ambition. I both respect her for her ambition, and feel . . . disgruntled, because if I’d gotten the post, I’d still feel like I was just getting acquainted with it, and therefore wouldn’t be applying for another one so soon. Also, I’m grouchy because my boss said " I need you to put in for it again", and I felt like saying “That’s not your choice-- I don’t have to put in for it if I don’t want to” (I didn’t-- it probably would have come across as cranky rather than smart-ass). But I’m feeling like I’m not going to get the post, and that’s ok, but I hate my job and . . . )
(I don’t really hate my job, but the last hour or so was miserable today for stupid and petty reasons. And then I went shopping, and I picked the line with a cashier over a u-scan, and that was a mistake because the young idiot in front of me was using a pre-paid visa, and didn’t have a pin, and was trying to buy $10 worth of pop with a card that only had $5 on it.)
The guy supposedly ringing his bell at my store today was actually engaged with his phone. I’d almost decided to donate when I saw that.
I’ve never understood why people do that.
Where I live, we have a subway system, and people are generally good about letting people get off before they go in, but elevators are another story.
Thanks for the laugh 
I have depression. It’s been getting worse lately. I know I need to address it but, for some reason, it feels really effing selfish to take time to go to a therapist and get help. I can sit down and think about it rationally and say to myself that, obviously, I will be a better person, wife, mother and employee if I’m not constantly consumed with feelings of worthlessness and thoughts of suicide. But, I still just can’t make that call.
And everything has been so triggering lately. We have to fill out our self evaluations for year end reviews at work and that always makes me feel horrible. So extra shit on top of the shit cake that is this world lately.
DISCLAIMER - I am not in danger right now. Don’t worry. I know who to call if I am.
Speaking of Windows 10 – after the most recent updates, it’s decided that it will no longer recognize the microphone jack of my headset when it’s plugged in.
It recognizes the headphones jack just fine, so I can hear through the headset but can’t talk into it. Tried plugging it into the back panel microphone jack with the same results. Plugged it into my wife’s old desktop computer and confirmed that the microphone jack is recognized just fine, and that the microphone works.
Googling the issue on the internet, it seems that this is a not uncommon problem with Windows 10. Microsoft’s help forums and other forums are no help; all their answers assume that Windows recognizes that the microphone is plugged in, and there’s something wrong with the configuration/default device/sound level settings. No, the problem is that Windows doesn’t recognize that the microphone jack has been plugged in! I can’t change any settings or configurations as long as that’s the case.
I’ve downloaded, uninstalled and reinstalled the ReakTek HD Audio drivers, and that didn’t make any difference. The solution that I see recommended is to switch to a USB headset. So I’ve ordered one from Amazon; we’ll see if that makes any difference.
Stupid OS issues…
NoScript is disabled for the newest version of Firefox, until they get their shit together and update it. This means for sites other than this one I have to put up with a lot of shit I normally don’t see. Slows down my browsing a lot to have to scroll past all that stuff to find what I want to read.
+1…I have 2 Siamese who compete for my lap, if I sit down for 2 seconds one is in my lap. If I sit down with my iPad or phone or food, whatever I know to hold it up for a minute til the mini catfight gets done with. My poor little Yorkie never gets a chance to sit on my lap. She has to be content to lay beside me. Such is my boring evening escapades with pets! Ah, my life, I am pet furniture!
I just went back to the previous version of Firefox and turned off automatic updates until some of the add-ons I’ve come to depend on update as well.
One of my co-workers got flowers for her birthday and you can smell them all over the entire floor. You can even smell them as you come up the stairs. Every time I had to walk past her desk my eyes would start itching. I could hear the lady who sits next to her sneezing from where I sit.
Normally flowers don’t bother me. Even on Valentine’s Day when 75% of the desks have bouquets on them the smell doesn’t affect me at all. Something about these devil flowers though… I don’t know what kind they are, I didn’t get close enough. They’re white, that’s all I know.
I just hope she took them home with her tonight. I can’t imagine what it would smell like in there if she leaves them there all weekend.
Stupid Firefox update version. Why did can’t they leave the reload button on the right side of the bar where Jesus wanted it. Change is evilllllllll!
I’ll tell you, Jesus wanted more than just USB-C ports on my Mac Book Pro.
So the savior appeared to Jonathan Ive. But Sir Jonny Ive took one look at Jesus and said “I can make you skinnier…”
The big bar at the top of screen keeps distracting me.
So I saw a dead animal in the road this evening, it was a skunk, I veered and missed it. I had my window about half down, but I caught one (seriously folks 1) breath of it. In less than a minute my eyes were watering and I sneezed twice. Now I am still driving. I have a mild asthma. My triggers are particulate matter in the air like smoke or air fresheners or perfumes. I had to stop the car and dig around in my bag for my rescue inhaler. I am maybe 3 more minutes into this incident, and my throat started closing and I am wheezing big time. Thank God my inhaler was there or I may have died from being skunked! What a way to go!
There’s a guy with a sign standing out in front of the pharmacy closest to one of the hospitals in town. Sign says “Don’t get mercury from the flu shot!” Jerk.
I have a bad cold, which I caught from one of the kids at the preschool, because their parents send them to school sick, and I mean really sick. They dose them up on cold meds (LITTLE kids-- less than two) and send them in. We know, because they come in all glassy-eyed and lethargic, and about halfway through the day, start coughing and running fevers. I think the parents hope the meds will get them to nap time, and then it won’t matter.
I had to end a tenancy last month. I gave them an extra week to get out.
I walked in to do the final walk-through and the house was filthy. I walked back out and reminded him it was $20 an hour to clean. He says that’s rape and unfair and a lot of other stuff. I can’t figure out why, if he can do it for less, he didn’t just do it. C’mon-$20 an hour?? We’re talking working on our knees and the cost of product. And I didn’t even count the stove and fridge since they’re going away.
Does every place which serves food and drink need a goddamned DJ on Friday and Saturday nights? I went to a hockey game last weekend, and we first went to a nearby bar for parking and a beer (walked to the arena.) It was packed so it was “bar noisy,” but not a big deal. the game was of course noisy. afterwards we walked back to the bar for a follow-up and this time they had a DJ blasting his shit. For no apparent reason, too; nobody was dancing. So one of the group said we should go elsewhere and she suggested a nearby wine bar which opened up a few years ago in Corktown. I thought “that ought to be a nice break; a wine bar with a smaii hoity-toity food menu.”
Nope. it was infested with a DJ. I think I lasted a half hour before the noise sent me into introvert overload.
Sadly, a long time ago I stopped being surprised at how people go out of their way to be even bigger pigs when they know someone else is cleaning up after them.
Bit annoyed with one of my classmates- I’m back at Uni, for background; I’m in my 30s, he’s mid 20s. Not a kid. A couple of weeks ago, he got injured, and wound up going back to stay with parents for a month, so had asked if I could send him some pictures I’d taken from the sessions he’d missed. Pictures are kind of necessary for what we were doing, and we can’t repeat the session (studying plants which are no longer in flower), so fine.
Sent him the stuff he needed, and got a reply saying ‘That’s great, could you send me pictures from [session before injury, and session after he was back] as well? I didn’t take any. Thanks!’
I don’t mind helping someone catch up stuff they missed due to an injury, but now he’s asking me to do stuff for him that he simply couldn’t be arsed to do. That… is different. That I do mind doing.
But, of course, if I don’t do it, I shall become the Bad Guy, and he’s going to get all upset at me.
Don’t forget the classic passive-aggressive move: No reply for days, then a 'Sorry, just saw this. Still want those pics? Well, probably not since class starts in twenty minutes. Oops, gotta run, see you there."