Rant or Treat (October Mini Rants)

Well, Anti-Rant #1 turned out to be incorrect. I misunderstood a text message when we were making arrangements to get their stuff out of our storage. That stuff is now out of my hands (with predictable weirdness, but done.) However, their stuff is still here in the bedroom at my house. Fortunately, my dad will be in tonight to help us keep an eye on potential shenanigans, and the deadline is supposed to be Friday for final move-out. ('Tho Drama Mama has said that it will be sooner. We’ll see.)

Sigh.

Yay! My boss is done and gone!

Boo! Asshole decided to call me into a room and yell at me about stupid shit on his way out the door, make stupid accusations (like claiming I want his job - NO!!!) and so forth instead of playing nice, like I was trying to do. I just kept my mouth shut, knowing he was gone.

Worse, he made no attempt to say goodbye to several of my co-workers - his own team.

Kinda crashed over the weekend after that, post stress exhaustion and a cold.

Good googly moogly YES. Mine does the exact same damned thing. He’ll let something fester in his head for hours and then can’t fall asleep because he has all these thoughts running through his head and just has to get it all off his chest immediately. It’s not good enough to just let him talk though. I have to respond and reply with great thought and reflection. FFS mane I just want to sleep.

Good stuff, bad stuff. Good stuff is I went to the dentist yesterday. No, really. I had a perfect checkup, no problems at all. Bad stuff is on the way out I fell on the steps and sprained my ankle. It was swollen to the size of a baseball by the time I hobbled to the car. Why do I have to be so dam uncoordinated? Later in the evening I accidentally knocked a glass over and it shattered on the floor. It was not fun cleaning up after myself.

Heh, we still have some of our housemates’ stuff here, including a bag of shoes the wife doesn’t want but “don’t throw them away, I can donate them.” The last time we talked I reminded her. She was like “What bag?”

I tossed them in the trash. I just might do the same with all the flowerpots she left in the basement (I’m no gardener but if I was I’d keep 'em.)

You have to imagine this in a little sing-song, with me and the big kids doing a conga line:

“They are moving stuff out! They are moving stuff out!”

(Also? To the tune of “Tomorrow,” from Annie:
"The bitch’ll be gone tomorrow!
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
They’ll be gone!

Just thinkin’ about tomorrow
Clears away the vermin and the sorrow
'Cause they’re gone!"

Etc.)

Party at Casa Matata! :slight_smile:

attn millennial dipshits: having a twitter account doesn’t mean your opinion is worth listening to.

Congratulations on anti-rant 1 and 2. Yay on the lawyer for refusing to budge.

It wasn’t sooner than Friday, but it’s done. The Drama Twins are still making ridiculous accusations against me and my “malicious” behavior. I’ve made a simple statement on social media to my friends and family that, if they hear rumors and have questions, please contact one of us privately - we won’t be accused of libel or slander, and I won’t wrestle with pigs.

Also? I can so still do a cartwheel! :smiley:

Good God. If I was some outside member of your larger family, I’d get in their faces and yell at them for being ungrateful pigs with zero manners and how they needed to take a strong look in the mirror at how they behaved in your house and decide what kind of people that makes them, because the rest of us have already made that decision.

I started my period today. I’m not supposed to get my period because I have a Mirena. Which needs to be replaced. I’ve been on my doctor’s case since *March *to get that done. All I get is “We’ll have to order it, we’ll call you when it comes in.”

:mad:

Fuck it, I’m going to Planned Parenthood, where I had it “installed” in the first place. They at least know how to get back to someone in a timely manner.

Anti-rant: I pooped today for the first time since Monday morning. So glad not to have had my hip replaced in the era when unassisted excretion and defecation were prerequisites to discharge. Anyway, I’m switching from laxatives to stool-softeners from here on out.

Rant: I want my joint stiffness to go away NOW, not in four to six weeks!

That’s kinda scary. Are you going to look for a new doctor?

I’m too mad to make that decision right now.

Lacunae I am so happy that the Drama Family is out of your lives. Things will be calmer now and maybe you will start getting more sleep. Sleep is important.

Speaking of sleep, back in July, I made reservations at a motel in San Diego for our annual trip to visit the Wounded Warrior Barracks. We have stayed in the same motel for 8 years. By “we” I mean prepaid reservations for 50 rooms to be filled with bikers. We are assholes who come and go at all hours of the day and night on noisy bikes. We stand outside talking and laughing all night. We take over the bbq area and turn it into a noisy beer garden.

We always go to the same motel because they put us all in the same area so that our noise is confined to one wing. The staff knows what we are like, but they also seem to like us because we are polite and tip well.

As usual, when I was making the reservations I booked the same block of rooms which surround a parking lot and is on the other side of where the pools and family areas are. Yeah, we are assholes, but we try to be considerate assholes.

Today I thought to check on our sleeping accommodations, saw that they had scattered our rooms all through the place and called to suggest that they give us the rooms that we had booked. The woman I spoke to didn’t seem to understand why there was a problem, they had upgraded our rooms and put us closer to the amenities because we were such valued customers.

When I told her that I had booked those particular rooms for a reason, she suggested that we should try to be considerate to the other guests and not use their fine establishment for a week long party.

I suggested that she speak to the coordinator who set it up and she said that that person was no longer with the company. I asked for a call back from a manager and she got snooty with me.

I can’t decide if we should just take over the entire motel with noise or if we should try to find another place and demand a refund. Its not going to be easy to find another place this close to Thanksgiving week that has that many rooms open and everyone liked that place and knows how to find it.

Yeah, 1st world problems, I know, but dammit, that’s why I booked the rooms back in July and paid for them in August.

Flatlined, is it a chain motel? If so maybe contact corporate? If not, maybe call for the manager and tell them it’s for Wounded Warrior and that you’d hate for the motel to get a black eye for not living up to a commitment to people supporting WW.

Thank you for the suggestions. My BB is going to call them on Monday when a manager will be there.

I took a vote from some of the folks who are going to be attending and they were all outraged and say that we will stay there this time and then will be finding another place for next year if this isn’t fixed.

Its nice that they upgraded our rooms. Its nice that they now have a spa and a gym. We don’t want upgraded rooms that we will only use for sleeping and we won’t use the spa and gym. We want our rooms to be close to each other and we want to be able to look out our windows and see all of the bikes.

We are trying to be considerate to the other guests. If they really do keep us spread out, all of their other guests will be upset and I specifically booked and paid for those rooms for a very good reason.

There is a mouse in my house. In my living room. Like a foot away from me. My cats and my daughter are trying to get it, but I am nigh on petrified. I fear two things - black flies and mice. I feel so stupid being so scared. I’m extremely tired and very emotional over a damn mouse. FML

Stop it with the pumpkin. I tolerate your pumpkin pie to be nice, and (if I have to) I will nibble politely on your unpleasant pumpkin bread or muffins. But that’s it. Nothing else. Keep your damned gourd out of my beer, my Oreos, my Pop Tarts, my tea, my wine. I don’t want that bland orange squash in my soda, nor in my candy. Pumpkin ice cream deserves universal condemnation. I am uninterested in pumpkin spice flavored anything. Pumpkin cereal…you gotta be kidding me. Pumpkin seeds are a snack for people who don’t appreciate the concept of snacking as an enjoyable activity.

I hear there is a pumpkin shortage. Maybe if we quit slipping pumpkin onto every damned thing we eat or drink in October there’d be enough to put on every front porch on Halloween. Then we pitch the ones the kids don’t smash into the trash come November. Good riddance.

Thank the Lord chocolate season is almost upon us and we won’t have to stomach any more nasty pumpkin until next September. And no, your recipe isn’t the exception. People are just being polite.