So the laptop finally croaked last week, in the middle of a project, while I was 8 hours from home. Sigh. Down to the Apple Store, new MacBook Pro on the VISA. As if that isn’t painful enough, because I HAD to get this project done and so started, you know, using the new laptop, I get to pay even more to have the information sucked out of the old one, put on an external drive and then try to figure out how to get it onto the new one.
A very mini rant, but at the end of being on the road for a month, I’m just not up for this. Or learning how to use the new laptop.
PSA: Calling a psycho a psycho? Is like feeding a gremlin after midnight. But at least Tony finally got to see the true colors of the people we hoped we were helping.
I just got the notice today, that my doctor is leaving the insurance company network last week. The notice apparently got held up in the mail for a week.
Just in time for my annual physical.
Now I have to find a new doctor immediately, in order to get my med(s) renewed. I hate just picking a name out of the directory.
Oh well, I never liked the guy all that much. Picking a new one by throwing darts at the monitor can’t be any worse right?
Ooh, that sucks. Have you needed to find a doctor recently otherwise? I had to find a new PCP back in April, after I had the same one for over 10 years. It was a little easier than I had anticipated, maybe your insurance has some of the same tools?
I was able to search within an area I specified on a map on my insurance site. After that, there were only a few offices that matched other criteria I was looking for. Once I had those offices (with multiple doctors) narrowed down, I was able to check the offices websites and also some Yelp reviews. It helped a lot. I ended up really happy with the office support staff and the doctor I’m seeing now.
Oh they have a search page. It threw up (figuratively) abut 200 results within 5 miles of me. All of whom have really terrible reviews on Yelp. I’ll try throwing darts at the monitor and hope for the best.
Three years and change ago: Grandma moves from her flat to an old folks’ home nearby.
Two years and change ago: I start renting her flat, to use as a logistic base (my actual home is 3 theoretical hours away from the nearest airport, hers is practically next door).
Half a year ago: Shecousin and Aunt warn that Grandma’s savings are running out. I offer to change to a “rent to buy contract”, under a model that’s very common in Spain. Standard conditions are that the final sale price is set, a % of the rent counts as a down payment (between relatives, usually 100%), the amount paid counts as rent for tax purposes, the seller cannot stop the sale and if the buyer does he loses the amounts paid so far. The new rent would be enough to cover Grandma’s own rental (not small expenses, but her pension should be more than enough for those).
Shecousin and Aunt happily agree.
I point out that, since the content of the flat isn’t part of the sale, it should be removed, and make a proposal on how to go about it.
Aunt freaks out, content is not part of the sale therefore it must remain in the flat (???). She also says that no way is she accepting a closed sale price and other things which still make my head hurt when I remember them. I say I may be stupid but last I checked I wasn’t completely braindead, no change of contract and what does she propose instead.
Aunt proposes that she’ll move into the flat free of charge and start looking into the possibility of selling some of Grandma’s tchotkes. I say “ooooooooo-k, so when do you want me to move out?”
Aunt and Shecousin are perfectly happy to have me move out as soon as physically possible.
I move out a lot of my stuff, but not everything because I have a microcar.
Shecousin realizes that OhMyDollarsAndEuros, if I stop renting the flat the savings will run out even sooner… :rolleyes:
Soccer Mom at the office sold us $5 subs for her sons mite basketball team. It’s now sub delivery day no one brown bags it because that’s when the subs are supposed to get delivered, and guess who no shows?
OK shit happens. Except
This chick calls out sick 2-3 times a month
All she does is whine whine whine about how hard it is to be a single mom. Whenever there’s free stuff or contests at the office, she whines she should win because of her hard life, like its the rest of our burden that she popped multiple brats out of her twat without a reliable stay at home father.
It was a FRIDAY. Which means the already shitty subs made by a bunch of 8 year olds is going to rot and fester over the weekend. We wanted them now, because we didn’t make contingency plans for lunch, not 3 days from now when they will covered in salmonella.
And here’s the kicker. Of COURSE she shows up Monday, early before anyone can see her, and sneaks the bacteria subs into the fridge, with a smiley faced note checking off whose subs were whose.
Gee thanks.
It’s bad enough when soccer moms come running down the hall begging for money from their already strapped co workers so their stupid kids can play sports or go on field trips. And I’m happy to contibute because I’m a good sport. But enough is enough. You can take your soggy subs and stick them up your ASS. I hope your son enjoys his basketball this season because I guarantee you this is the last time I give dime one to any of your fraud fundraisers, bitch.
Gawd. With my own children, I have a rule: No sales fundraisers unless it’s an item deliverable on the spot. If the transaction is “Here’s my dollar, here’s your candy bar?” Fine. If the transaction is “Here’s my $827.43, your gift wrap and cookie dough will be here in three weeks?” No. And I join the PTA at each school, just so that I can find out the per-child fundraising goal for each campaign*, and I donate that amount, up front, on the condition that my child gets to participate in the party for the kids who meet the fundraising goal. (Otherwise? Suck it. I donate that amount in a gift card to my child’s teacher or club, not the PTA.) Even a responsible parent can have a glitch that makes delivery difficult - no way in hell I’d pony up for lunch from the sketchy mom/co-worker. I might donate a couple of bucks up front, but I’m not buying anything.
I hate school fundraisers. Really, really, really.
*Okay, I also usually contribute a dish to the teacher Thanksgiving or in-service meal, and go help with serving it if I’m reasonably able. But I always laugh at the enrollment paperwork when I get to the questions like “Would you like to run for office?” and “Would you be interested in chairing a committee?” No. I am so uninterested that I might as well be my husband responding to the new boots I’ve fallen in love with. No no no no no. I’m doing well to get the children on the bus every morning with their signed paperwork and homework and two socks per child. Ain’t no way I have the time, energy, nor interest in playing petty politics as a PTA mom. Nope. Not happening.
Worse, SeaDragon------The subs were supposed to be DELIVERED Friday.
Good lord knows when these jokers actually brought in the supposedly fresh meat let alone when they actually made them.
BTW, some were TUNA subs! I can only imagine what exotic viral killers of humankind were colonizing in those.
But no, she sheepishly snuck them into the fridge anyway on Monday. And of course, she is a downtrodden single Mom with no money, so can we really ask for a refund?
So Nat Geo has decided, without any warning, to go subscription-only which means I can’t look at the Photo of the Day anymore (the only thing on that site I look at).
That may be unfair. That irritating pop-up that randomly appeared over the photo saying “You’re an explorer. This should be easy,” with a link to register may have been a warning. Except pop-ups are annoying and there was no indication that the site was about to go subscription-only.
Fuck you. I’m not giving you $12 just so I can look at one picture a day. If y’all had warned me properly sans pop-ups, maybe, but not now.
About the subs – yes, that sounds nasty, wouldn’t touch it.
OTOH, I’ve ranted for years about ‘useless’ fund raisers, like Runs for Whatever or JumpRopeathons and so forth. I’d far rather see kids actually do some sort of labor to raise the money, like car wasing, leaf raking or babysitting, etc. And it sounds like the kids did the sandwich building so that would be fine by me, if ditzy worker had gotten them delivered on time.
I am glad that you finally decided that last night was the night to actually say all the things you are feeling/thinking about the issues with the 22 y.o. offspring. I want to encourage you to talk to me, and understand that I will listen and not get all defensive or weepy, or whatever. Talking is good.
Talking to me until 1:30 AM when I have to be up by no later than 7:00 AM? Not so much. Especially since you had an after work nap, and I did not. Dammit, I love you man, and want to spend time with you, but for all that is holy, let me GO TO BED.
The corporate IT overlords have now decided that the only browser that can be used on company computers is IE 10. No announcement was made about this change…I went to look up something from my Google Books library today, and was rather abruptly informed via popup that Chrome was no longer accessible due to a change in policy. As if having to use Internet Explorer wasn’t enough of an insult, group policy is setup so that extensions can’t be installed. That’s right, no ad blocker. >:E And one of my favorite web-based apps – Pixlr – will no longer save image files to my computer, though I did manage to get it to print to PDF. (I need this for occasional picture and photo editing – apparently I haven’t been able to demonstrate enough of a need to qualify for the installation of actual photo editing software on my computer.)
DW. I have exactly two opinions concerning sheets/comforters/drapes/towels/wall paint. I hate them or I don’t hate them. To your credit you drop anything that falls into the hate it category from consideration immediately. But showing me fifty variations on color/texture/pattern isn’t going to result in one of them being elevated into the non-existent love it category. When I was rolling personal stats I traded home decor appreciation for the ability to rebuild a carburetor with a kitchen knife. We’ve been together seven years now and had this conversation annually. Pick one and spend our money. I’m good with it. Love you.
Anti Rant #1: Our long national nightmare is nearly over. Meeting the Drama Mama at the storage building tomorrow morning, to get her things out of our storage and hand 'em over. And then we’re done. No more. Vamoose. Don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you. Party tomorrow night at my place! (And then we can probably drop that monthly expense, because without the Drama Family’s stuff here and in storage, we can find a place to stow the rest of our crap.)
Anti Rant #2: Insurance finally approved Tony’s shoulder surgery, only ten months after it was originally scheduled! (The attorney has already earned every penny she will make when we settle our case. Because she just flatly told the insurer that we won’t even begin to discuss settlement until after the shoulder surgery has been performed.) Double-extra-super-woot!
I’m as happy as a Labrador retriever in a bacon factory!
Yahoo for you Lacunae! Hoping things keep looking better for you and your family, you deserve some reprieve and positivity. Of course, tomorrow won’t go without incident - must come back with story. I’ll be floored if there is no drama tomorrow (though happy for you again if it goes fine).
