I don’t get that whole ‘deadline on donations to charity’ thing anyway. What makes the big damn difference when I send the money as long as you get it. I would think they would be grateful to get anything in this economy. Deadlines just make me less inclined to donate.
That truly is boring - my husband and his dad are both huge sports fans, so their conversations can get into sports and stay there for, oh, about two hundred years or so (from my relative perspective). If it happened for hours, I would indeed go somewhere else and do something else (or maybe pull out an iPad and start playing Angry Birds 
).
I’m waiting - have been all morning. Waiting for the car rental company to call and say my rental car is ready. Waiting for the towing company to call and tell me when they want to tow my car. Waiting for my early afternoon appointment to call me back so we can discuss whether I need to cancel or not since I don’t know if I’ll have a rental car or not.
Have I mentioned that I don’t enjoy waiting?
Oh, update on my car - it’s borderline for being written off due to the damage caused by the collision. Good news - at this point they’re telling me that I will not have to pay the deductible - the other insurance company is eating the cost. The car has to get towed to a body shop and a full assessment done to decide if they’re going to write it off or fix it (it’s a 2005 car with low kilometers but enough bumper rail damage to make repairs very costly). We haven’t really thought about replacing the car, but if we need to, I’ve started doing some research.
Another irritant - the car is driveable except for the turn signal light not working, hence all the waiting for towtrucks and rental companies. :mad:
Missed the Steve update. I’m glad to hear it’s something you will be able to treat. Some cats have teeth problems. A friend of mine had to have her cat’s teeth out last year because of some problem I can’t remember, but the cat is doing well. Hopefully, Steve fares better after treatement.
How did his appointment go today?
Check sites like Gizmodo - apparently there’s a bug where it’s not only doing that, but also sending to people you don’t even know!
Couldn’t you take a hammer out there and take it from borderline to totaled?
You mentioned that Father in Law is from India. I am going to make the jump that he is a native and not a British ex-pat living there? So culturally you are there to wait upon the menfolk hand and foot with no other function, and as far as he is concerned you are a piece of kitchen furniture. So sorry, life sucks. Even if he claims to be all modern, there is still probably the whole women exist to serve mentality. I know I kept running into it in my generation in guys I dated from the middle east and eastern Europe.
I…hadn’t even thought of that! It probably wouldn’t take much - one solid bang with the sledgehammer and we’re there!
But that would be wrong.
Well, two out of three taken care of today - I have the rental car, which is an automatic, so my right arm and left leg are waving around aimlessly as I drive. Just waiting on the tow now.
Also, your post reminded me of this Father Ted scene. 
This is just a shitty little week.
I found out I didn’t get a promotion. I know why I didn’t get a promotion at work. I didn’t get a promotion because I’ve had the nerve to voice complaints about some really awful practices by one of the companies I work for.
This is the company that once sent me a check for over $1200 after taxes in the mail. The assholes at payroll did such a shitty job of printing it out that when I went to pull out it out of the paper, it fell apart in two places. I called payroll to try and get them to issue another one and the evil pricks answering the phone told me I was lucky to get paid at all! It took six weeks for the company to issue another one.
This is the cheap-ass company that once let a fucking incompetent temp do payroll and screwed a few hundred people out of four day’s pay. Not a word of apology was ever issued to any of us.
This is the company that once called me 11:15 pm to cancel work on me the next day at 8:30 the next morning!
This is the company that blackmailed me into working on Yom Kippur by refusing to cancel a shift on me on the grounds that I had accidentally agreed to work it so I was committed to it and should not be allowed to cancel!
This is the company that asked us to work on Thanksgiving the last two years without extra pay!
This is the company that once screwed around with the scheduling on me on Valentine’s Day late at night and then bitched that I didn’t show up early the next morning because I didn’t check the schedule at midnight that evening.
This is the company that pays the fucking CEO over a million a year while steadfastly cutting pay or refusing raises for the almost everyone else.
This is the company that has asked me to do some training sessions a few years ago and then literally refused to pay me for them! To this day they owe me three hours of pay.
This is the asshole company that until recently paid a lousy ten bucks an hour for a college degree and teaching experience on some of their contracts.
This is the asshole company that has given me four pay cuts and one lousy three percent raise in ten years.
This is the company that has said not one goddamned word of congratulations about the publication of my book. Not even a hint, let alone a fucking mention in the company newsletter.
This is the company that calls me a staff member and therefore tries to get out of paying me overtime yet offers me no holiday pay, health care benefits or a single hour of paid vacation time. I’ve had to call them at least twice a year since to remind that the employment law is on my side and they’d damned well better adhere to it.
This is the company that hired an asshole supervisor from hell who wrote me up because I was half a minute late back from a break. She also wrote me up because she yelled that my kid was interfering with my ability to work and I yelled back at the cunt that her criticism was insane given the fact that I was straining to hear her criticism over the sound over her own fucking kids! I still got called out over it later from HQ even though she’s an asshole who shouldn’t be supervising dogs, let alone actual human beings.
So fuck you, company. I didn’t get a promotion because I’m not a kiss up asshole who thinks your shitty policies are the world’s gift to workers everywhere. You all suck. This is just a goddamned job for me and nothing more. I feel sorry for any of your petty minions who wants supervisor at this place seen as their highest accomplishment in life.
I would say in bright cheerful voice " Ok I am going to let you men catch up while I go (read a book, watch tv, do laundry). It is soo good to have you here Father-in - law, I know how thrilled hubby is to have someone to talk sports with!Hollar if you need me. "
9 out of 10. Now, that’s a rant. It’s got a beat, and I’d dance to it if I weren’t hopelessly arrhythmic.
LavenderBlue, I hope you find something better, soon. Working in places like that can eat you alive.
Stands and applauds. Loudly. Louder at your ears than your scent is at my nose.
Oh, yeah - how is the little fuzz bucket?
This is the correct answer. Then, disappear out of earshot/eyesight. Don’t say you’re going to go watch TV, however; if you can manage to say you’re going to go and give birth to another grand baby and then exit stage left without giggling, you win 1,000 Internet points. Triple that if you get it into YOuTube.
I work at home so I’m basically screwed until the little one gets a little older and I don’t have to pay $800 a month for childcare.
I don’t think I could impose the little one on someone who isn’t related to her. In the last hour alone she ran into the refrigerator for a minute, grabbed the entire box of eggs and then dumped them on the floor. She then took her juice cup and spilled most of the rest on the living room floor and then put the remaining drops in my hair when I tried to grab her.
She sounds related to my grandson. His most recent escapade at age six was to put tacks under all four tires of his mother’s car. Luckily she saw them, although they probably wouldn’t have punctured through. I’m awaiting news of missing neighborhood animals. The kid is a menace, and has been since he could crawl. Seriously: at crawling/standing stage, he could pull himself up onto the kitchen counter using his hands. As soon as he could toddle, he was on top of the refrigerator. The kid is an extremely strong person, much like an orangutan, and can easily do 20 pullups.
Thanks for asking, Steve did just fine. He’s now in his Lair of Plotting*. I think the only thing that will save me tonight is that once his mouth starts feeling better, he’s going to have to lick himself bald to get the human stink off.
I know that this wasn’t my fault, but I still feel badly over it.
To the idiot lady with the big dog who came running to the cat door because you thought that someone carrying a rather large covered carrier was only opening the door for you…yeah, I probably was rude. However, I can choose to not be rude (apparently, I should have not hipchecked her big friendly dog, I should have not shoved my way past them and I should have just stood to the side and held the door while they passed.), you on the other hand will always be an idiot.
*his nice safe cage. With the door shut, the other cats have been known to hang out in there with him and I want them to leave him alone tonight.
May I draw your attention to the many household uses for duct tape and superglue?
j/k, it’s a good thing they are so cute, otherwise… (mine turned 18 today. Trust me, it just gets worse)
Okay, fuck everybody, seriously.
I’m this close to having a baby - like 3 weeks, maybe - so I’m miserable anyway. I also am suffering something fucking awful from pre-partum depression (oh, it’s a thing; yeah, I didn’t know either) complete with suicidal ideation which is fucking me up right now like you can’t imagine. My doctor left two weeks ago to go to SOUTH FUCKING KOREA for SIX GODDAMN WEEKS and left me in the care of a doctor I’ve never even laid eyes on, so guess who I’m not talking to? Anybody at all, actually, because I’ve still never met this asshole and when I called the therapist I worked with a couple years ago I found out he died.
SO THAT’S AWESOME.
Because I’m ridiculous and a doormat, I got roped into helping my in-laws tomorrow, who I really can’t stand right now, by bringing them to a hospital 100 miles away for a follow up appointment re: her stroke a while back. He thinks insulting people is the absolute height of comedy and that cracking jokes about how dumb I am is the funniest thing ever and she’s always been a shitty asshole and, even though we were warned about post-event personality changes, she’s still a shitty asshole. The only difference is now she sometimes struggles with vocabulary so she’s a shitty asshole who stutters.
I could have handled this. I’ve actually gotten really good at standing up to both of them ever since I stopped giving any kind of shit what they think of me. It’s been liberating. I could have handled this until about 7:30 tonight when the person I’d enlisted two weeks ago to watch my almost three year old and get the older one on the bus texted me to say she couldn’t do it. HA HA HA, really, bitch? I called my parents, my only other option on such short notice, but NO, they can’t do it. Why? Because they’re watching my drug addict, sack of worthless shit brother’s youngest for an unknown period of time because she’s going through her terrible twos and he “can’t handle it.” Great. Raise his kid for him so he can shoot up methadone but don’t take mine for a few hours. But who did they call a couple weeks ago when they needed help painting the trim on all their windows to prep for new siding? Not my junkie brother. And they want me to come back when the project is finished to paint a fence. Haha.
Oh! And when I called my mom up the other day to be like, “Hey, WTF, I’m suicidal and I don’t know what’s going on…” she responded by saying, “I have too much of that shit in my past [her father and brother are both suicides], I don’t need to hear that my kids want to do it too, so did you have something else you wanted to talk about or…?” Oh. Thanks. My family support system is truly overwhelming.
I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m tense. I can’t sleep. And now I have to wake up at 5:30 in the damn morning so I can spend all day in Minneapolis with people I don’t even like AND I get to take a restless, probably crabby because he’s getting up too early, toddler with me to sit in a car and then a hospital and then a car ALL DAY LONG. And if my babysitter hadn’t been such a dick about it, I would have had time to find someone else (not my shitty parents, obvs) or cancel with my in-laws or have my husband take the day off or SOMETHING.
Fuck everybody, for real. I think I just learned how to say no and it’s going to be a bunch of “Ha ha, go fuck yourself,” from me from now on.
Not exactly a mini rant but too bloggy for its own thread, maybe.
I need better people.
If I send chocolate through the disk drive, will you take it without biting my hand off, please?
I don’t like having a fever of 103. Really, I don’t. It’s broken now, but I’m still woozy.