A new month, and time for a new mini-rants thread! (I thought up that damn thread title in September…been waiting a month and a half to type it out!)
To start things off:
The town I had to spend last night, and all of today in for work, is terrible. Middle of nowhere, no good places at ALL to eat at, the motel was pretty crummy, especially for the price (work pays for it, but they bitch at me when it gets over $90.) Oh, and it was a 4 hour drive here last night, and will a 4 hour drive back tonight.
It’s sad when the best place for me to get lunch is the hospital cafeteria!
My son sleeps the candy coma of the just at home because his school gave him a day off, while I’m the one who is tired and feels like I binged on too much candy.
I’d have stayed home, except for the whole this is the busiest part of the month thing and I can’t.
In the past week, I’ve made contact with two separate service providers who both promised to get right back with me to schedule appointments. One was my massage therapist and the other is my tattoo artist. Guess what happened? I haven’t heard from either one of them.
Fuck you guys, I am not begging anyone to take my money. I hate that flaky bullshit.
My head hurts, I’m hungry enough to start biting hunks out of people, and it looks like my hearing has deteriorated even more because I could barely understand one word out of ten in this morning’s office meeting. The entire meeting was an incredibly frustrating, pointless waste of time, and I haven’t got enough money to actually DO anything about my hearing right now. And to top it off I think I feel the onset of another bout of depression.
Stupid drunk driver going 55 and swerving on I-40. I time the pass for when he’s over on the shoulder to the right. Okay. Then he speeds up and uses me to pace him 'cause he can’t see outside and the speedo at the same time. All over my ass and still swerving. Then, THEN, he decides to pass me. I slow way down and he matches me. ARRRRGGGHHHH. I ditch down the next exit for a gas and food break. Close to hitting me a couple of times.
A hearty ‘‘fuck you’’ to the asshole clinical psychology internship sites who refused to extend their November 1st application deadline to accommodate those affected by Hurricane Sandy. They did not change the deadline even after the national regulatory board requested that allowances be made due to the devastation of the storm. Not only did you send my husband into a near panic following our nearly statewide loss of internet and power, you’ve pretty much ensured that graduate students who just lost their goddamned homes or are still standing on their roofs waving their arms around will have to wait until next year to re-apply.:mad:
Olives, that sucks! Hopefully they will change their minds, or the national board can do something.
My mini-rant: I’ve been having some drainage down the back of my throat for a couple of days, with a tickle and (mostly) dry cough. Fair enough, allergies. Last night, my voice started to go. This morning, it was barely there. I am a support analyst who works 50-60% on the phone. One of our client physicians heard me this morning and told me I should have “five days off”. Yes, that would be lovely.
We got our PTO notices yesterday: I have 7 days left for the year. But now I’m going to have to save some of them for sick days, because it damn well feels like I’m going to need them. :mad:
Dear friends with dogs. I know that you call your dog a service dog, and that they were trained that way. Your pups, however, are NOT engaged in service. You are using that classification to ignore the various anti-pet rules that are out there (restaurants, apartments, etc.). I say nothing (like a coward) because your friendship is important to me, but I will no longer be going out with you when you bring your"service" dog.
ETA - neither of these friends needs a service dog. These are simply well trained pets.
I am incredibly lucky. I live in NJ and yet I have power, food, a solid house and all family members who are fine. And yet after a week of pre-during-post hurricane crazy my nerves are shattered. The slightest little thing is making me cry. My husband is going back to work tomorow in NYC and I am so worried something bad is going to happen to him. Or my daughter when she goes back to school.
My telephone has been making a loud buzzing noise for 3 days. Last night I called in, & after waiting on hold 43 million years managed to shout loudly * enough at someone to get a tech, who was supposed to be here today between 11 and 1. The tech never showed… I call in to find out what happened & it takes me 45 minutes just to get through. Then I get put on hold 43 million more years (ok, so about 45 more minutes) I get informed I never had an appointment, & while I am checking the modem via the instructions of the tech support person, we get cut off. I was waiting on hold AGAIN for nearly 15 minutes after 10 minutes of trying to get through, and I got cut off. I AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER. :mad:
*I only shouted so he could hear me, not because I was pissed… I’ve done tech support. I know how it is.
I’m trying to rent a car because I’m fucking stranded in the middle of goddamn touristville-upon-nowhere and I crashed my car and I need to get to work and the grocery store and so forth. There are no bus routes. No public transit.
And they won’t let me rent a car without a paycheck stub and two current utility bills.
Except… again… I’m homeless. Of course I don’t have current utility bills. And even if I did, I wouldn’t have any of that with me because I’m living out of a backpack and that doesn’t really allow for much in the way of keeping extra papers.
My husband is going back to work tomorow in NYC and I am so worried something bad is going to happen to him.