Eek! Is there a story there? Made me hurt just thinking about it.
Mother, you put your house on the market last week and you’re already freaking out that it hasn’t sold yet? You don’t have a place to go yet if it does sell, and I don’t have room for you here unless you want the couch. Settle down, it will sell. It might be after the first of the year, but it will sell. Sheesh… and go apartment hunting already!
Just spent $700 on brakes for my car, and now I find that my windshield has three chips out of it. Fuck my life.
You child apologists want to clear something up for me? In what world is it OK to bring to small, noisy, hyperactive, competitive kids into a busy crowded doctors office and just let them do whatever they want? Which included sitting down next to me, pulling out a noisy iPad and then fighting over it. Thank god someone was called into the back so I could move to his chair, acing out their mother who apparently thought I should stay on the couch with her boys. Well you know what? I just spent 2 hours in the orthopedist’s office, I really don’t need to have your kids essentially in my lap, fighting over a toy. You are their mother - act like a parent.
They were sitting still and had their hands occupied? Sounds like a win-win to me.
Well, I had already left for the day and was almost home by the time you posted this, and was just a few miles away from the sweet relief of triamcinolone acetonide. But I’ll try this next time. And I threw the tube in my purse last night. I did have lotion in my purse, but it wasn’t sufficient. Thanks for the advice!
This thread is great for forgetting your own problems, or at least putting them in perspective:
“Oh, man, my job suc…hey, wait. Do I have eczema? No! Ok, life is pretty good!”
So those itchy fingers are, in some perverse way, helping others.
Dear Restaurant Employee,
You notice how the napkins you use have a side that is folded so there is just a half and the other side is one solid swath of napkin? Here’s a hint, the solid side DOES NOT face out in the napkin dispenser!
This works very well for some itchiness.
Check with your insurance company - they might offer full glass coverage for a chipped windshield.
Yeah, my insurance has a no-deductible chip repair for windshields. Check on yours.
No, fighting over the toy and ending up almost in my lap didn’t translate into sitting still. Nor did it affect the noise factor. But it does seem that if there is a minor victory - both boys stayed on the couch for about the 10 minutes before I was called into the back - that’s good enough for today’s parents.
In reviewing my original post, I see I didn’t put in the part about how both boys ran into the room in front of their mother, one to mess up the magazine rack, the other to crawl under one of the tables. However, Mom did (weakly) suggest to them that they stop that and oh! look! shiny! pulled out the iPad. These things happen all the time, and most of the folks on this board think there is something wrong with me because I don’t appreciate having to put up with this sort of thing. Makes zero sense to me.
Well, it used to be far, far worse, and my late sister had it worse than I did. She played the piano, and sometimes she couldn’t even bend her fingers. She got a guitar for Christmas one year and had to give it away because she couldn’t get her fingers around the neck. 
Wow. I had NO idea eczema could affect a person to that degree. Now I feel so bad for you that I hope my post didn’t seem mocking or insensitive.
But… as long as I’m sounding insensitive, Double Woot! Not only do I not have itchy fingers, I can bend tham, too!
Seriously, it reinforces my point: the challenges of people here put my petty problems in perspective, so thanks. And I hope you can find lasting relief… or read posts from someone with worse problems (feral cats attacking your finacé, while you have to fend off The Rat King armed with a shredder?).
So true.
I still hate my commute. I hate driving in the dark, I hate the traffic, I hate the way my lower back starts to ache at about the 60 minute mark, and I look down to discover I’ve got 30-45 more minutes to go. In fact, I wish the Dope had an autopost feature so I could get that gripe out of the way quickly each day. My hatred for my commute is as regular as the setting sun.
You know what else pisses me off? At least two or three times a day I get into an imaginary argument with my former boss who was a horrendous bitch but who I will never see again. Like, six months later, with the job long behind me, I’m still pissed off about it. It’s the greatest waste of mental space ever.
They’re still at with the dumb comments on my article on vaccines. Oh god. I’ve been called a Nazi-baby-killing-uneducated-silly woman-pharmashill with a self published book that is nothing but a pack of lies. Then yelped at because I wasn’t polite enough to the people calling me a Nazi Baby Killing Shrill Pharmashill.
It’s been four days and nearly 1400 comments. Make it stop . . . please . . . make it stop. Surely there’s a limit to human stupidity?
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former."
-Albert Einstein
I like my supervisor, but I hate the fact that whenever I just happen to cough, she always asks me if I have a cold or if I’m sick. I’m not!! I just happen to cough once in a while. Doesn’t everybody?
I’m kind of self-conscious about it, anyway, and I do kind of appreciate it if things like my coughs and sneezes are ignored by others. (I’m weird and socially awkward, I know.)
Should I tell the chief anti-vax idiot to come here? Would you guys like to play swing the pinata at the moron? Because I’m just about tapped out and starting to make stupid mistakes.
Well, folks here are pretty good at eviscerating idiots, I think.
I just worry we’ll get a never-ending swarm of idiot minions.