My mother is coming and I cannot clean.
She’s staying for a month, ostensibly because I am the size of a whale and cannot physically cook, clean or so anything with any degree of comfort until the little girl decides to make her debut. Which really means that I keep trying to mop and fill the freezer with things before she gets here and I just can’t do it anymore.
This is a woman who once held my head to the floor and told me to ‘lick up’ something that dripped while I was baking as a young teen.
Ive ranted before about the people-sitting-near-you thing. The thing that had specifically bothered me was when I’m in a not-so-crowded cafeteria/food court/whatever, and someone sits at a nearby table in such a way that they’re facing me, so when we both happen to look up from our food, we have the chance of accidentally making eye contact. I also feel like they’re staring at me when I’m not looking, even though I know this is probably not the case. (And this is when they have the option of sitting the other way at the table, so that they’re not facing me.) (Yes, I know that’s weird of me.)
My rant for now: The local afternoon radio show host always complains when there’s rain in the weather forecast. Come on - she has a car, it’s not like she has to wait half an hour outside in the rain for the bus like us members of the common horde. I dunno. Maybe rain upsets her pet horse or something.:rolleyes: I’ve thought of complaining to the radio show, but there’s ansolutely no way I can phrase that complaint nicely or tactfully enough to not sound cruel.
I should have gone to bed 2 hours ago. I have hives on my face, along the jawline. They’re itchy. I took 50mg of Benadryl that would normally put me to sleep. I’m still itchy. Gonna try to go to bed anyway since I need to get up in 6 hours. Don’t know the cause. Got a haircut around 9pm, maybe the freshly cut ends with different shampoo/styling product are irritating my face somehow. Very annoyed and just hoping it doesn’t get worse.
Who the hell decided that the coming of autumn requires the distribution of a metric shit-ton of mums? They’re bright and pretty for a little while, then they turn brown and die…and no one bothers to do a thing about them until Thanksgiving. A mum basket had appeared in the lobby before I got to work this morning…it’s very overpowering for such a small space. At least they will fit in with the existing fake office plants, which were inexplicably created with dried out/dead plants in mind.
I have a cold, the first one I’ve had for 6 years. As a result of being so unused to being ill I am currently lolloping around like the dying swan.
Just a cold- I am pathetic.
I’ll give you some sympathy - I hate getting sick, and that includes colds. Come cold and flu season, I’m washing my hands like a melonfarmer.
I think the speculation on why people sit right next to you in empty spaces is probably right. I just wish they wouldn’t do that - they’re in my personal space, man! Sure, my personal space is very large, but still! Maybe I could very politely say to them, “Nothing personal, but I’m going to move now, because having a stranger in my personal space makes me twitchy.”
Just more whining today about allergies. My eyes are so bad I can’t put my contacts in, and I have a colossal headache, though thankfully it isn’t a full blown migraine. I had to skip my regular Friday shift at the animal shelter where I volunteer because it’s even worse when I’m in that part of town, They are doing construction on site and the dust and debris is everywhere. Wahhhh! I hate missing my time with the dogs.
Plus…I’m supposed to go over to Napa tomorrow for wine tasting with people from Chako Pit Bull Rescue, including the founder, and I’m a teary-eyed, runny-nosed, headachy mess! My shelter program is part of Chako’s outreach and I really want to look good in front of “the boss”.
I don’t know you or your mother, but *wow *does this ever sound like a bad idea. Can you hire a cleaning lady? You can get a service for surprisingly cheap, if you live in even a medium-sized city.
I have the sense that Mom is visiting to help out with the household until MickNickMaggies has recovered from giving birth.
MickNickMaggies, the only thing I can suggest is that you consider your mom as a substitute for the temporary employee whom you would be hiring if money were not an object. There’s no need to be rude to her, but perhaps you can negotiate an understanding with her that she is not acting in loco parentis to YOU, but in loco servitor to the HOUSEHOLD, and that she doesn’t get to have the latitude to abuse you or your family.
I dropped my glasses in the cat box while cleaning it.
My sciatica is acting up for a week now, meaning I have to sleep with the big damn pillow between my knees, so I wake up everytime I move, then I have to pee, then arrange big damn pillow again, and as a result, I am not getting enough sleep.
The office made a mistake on my paycheck.
And now the cop helicopters are lighting up my house and buzzing it. Maybe they think the paycheck error was in my favor? Not.
It’s not every bunny or every dog, but yeah… the humpers would try to hump themselves if only they could reach.
The “sit near another person” thing can also have a different cause: it actually happens to be a spot that person likes. My favorite spot in movie theaters happens to be in the center and at a certain distance from the screen and I’m not going to sit someplace else just because the one person who’d arrived earlier likes a similar spot; my mother’s mobility problems mean there’s a few bus seats which are a lot easier for her than others (and not necessarily the ones marked for “people with mobility problems”).
I guess the useless ‘work programme’ bastards had take the piss just one more time- in the first week I was (forcibly) signed up to their programme, I was given a form which included the question ‘Do we have your permission to contact your employer, if you are successful in finding work’.
I remember this question, because I couldn’t believe anyone would tick ‘yes’- what possible good would it do you to allow a compulsory work scheme (even if they had proven themselves to be useful, which was nothing like the case) to contact your new boss? I definitely selected no.
Last week, I was told I had to give them the contact details of my new place of work if I wanted to get the clothing allowance I’d been told I would be able to get, to buy uniform. The jobcentre itself did not actually ask for that info- so long as I was happy to sign myself off their books, that was fine by them.
They stated at the time that this was purely for their records, and they would not attempt to contact my place of work.
Guess what my boss said to me today? :rolleyes:
Oh, and the ‘work programme’ complaints system is that you need to complain to the company directly, and only if they ‘haven’t remedied it to their satisfaction’ will it supposedly make it out of their own private records. You couldn’t make up a less useful system if you tried.
Oh, and one other point on my last rant- I actually saw their records system a few days ago, when I went to pick up the clothing vouchers- apparently, during the over a month they never contacted me at all, I had at least three meetings with someone I’ve never met.
Anyone in the UK- your tax money is paying for this
I gotta pit myself. I had an appointment to get shots for Maggie last night at 6pm. Totally slipped my mind. Somewhere just after 6pm I started cleaning (I know, don’t faint, I do actually clean once in a great while) and then noticed the clock at 6:39pm.
Took Maggie in this morning, hoping for a walk-in, but they were too busy. So we’re scheduled for 11:30 tomorrow. Have a note propped up by the computer here.
She was pretty frightened by the trip. The only time she’d been in a car before was coming here to live. So I don’t blame her if she thought she was going away. Showed her the birds in the store, and some dogs, but then the Banfield receptionist scared the crap out of her. Bought her some new toys and the Fancy Feast souffle food to make it up to her - she absolutely loves that stuff. Salmon or Turkey in eggs? Yes please!
Took a walk early this afternoon. Sitting inside Taco Bell trying out the new Smothered Burrito (which was good). Someone came back around to the drive through and I only heard the inside person’s half of the conversation. Screaming so loud she had to pull her headset off at one point. Apparently there was bacon in something he ordered* and he claims he told them to make it without it, but she said they never heard him say that. He was demanding a refund AND some form of compensation :rolleyes: and even demanded they give him some mouth wash to wash it out of his mouth. :smack: He then drove on past the window without stopping and left.
Couldn’t for the life of me figure out what Taco Bell would make that would have bacon in it. Some kind of salad maybe?
