Why do teenaged boys eat so goddamned much? Are they doing it just to get to me?
I cut my middle fingernail a few weeks ago chopping vegetables, and now it’s growing and trying to come off, but not at the quick yet, and ouch.
I couldn’t sleep for shit last night. I hate it when that happens.
And that’s all my minirants for the day.
You’re from Spain? Wow, I had no idea!
Today is the first day of school. I still don’t have my textbooks. I was supposed to go this morning but I had an attack of insomnia so I opted to sleep instead. I guess I’ll just have to go early tomorrow, before my first class of the day starts but that means I’ll be carrying around about 50 lbs of books all day. I could go right this second, before work, but I’m not dressed and it’s a 45 minute drive each way with the Jeep, which is why I was going to take the car before my Sweetie left for work.
Um…what was I ranting about? Oh yeah, FUCK INSOMNIA!!!
That’s optimistic. 
There seems to be a growing epidemic in my area of young people listening to music on their phones without headphones on public transportation. The first time I noticed it, the bus driver almost called the police to kick her off. The passenger whined, “Why can’t I listen to music?” and “Ooh, I hate riding the bus.”
The latest offender is a new coworker of mine. Since I know him a little, I politely asked him to use headphones while we were at the bus stop after work. He just shrugged, “It’s a free world.” Fuck his entitled 19-year-old self. His hobby is boxing, so I didn’t press it. I unofficially run a part of the warehouse. I will do everything I can to make sure he doesn’t work in my area. Unfortunately, I have to listen to his atrocious taste in music every night. On the plus side, he gets off way before I do, so I won’t have to listen to him for that long.
Drove 120 miles to play an Omaha tournament but it was cancelled for lack of players, so I played 2/4 HE instead. After waiting an hour a guy tried to slide into my spot when I was first on the list, so I slid into it instead instead of going to the desk. Then a guy probably from Jamaica complained about every dealer in an accent so thick no one could tell what his complaint(s?) were. Then two other people got into an argument about protocol when looking for the high hand that culminated with the exchange of near yelling “you owe me $250” “well, go back to your country and speak English when you’re here*”. I would have been more pissed if there wasn’t the offhand chance that they knew each other and were engaging in semi-friendly banter.
*here = Miami area :eek:
I’m not surprised, it’s definitely one of the better-kept secrets around here.
No, AgonyBooth.com, I’m not watching your god-damned video reviews.
TEXT OR GTFO!
Just over two weeks ago I had an accident at a friend’s house in Long Island and got some serious lacerations on my right hand. [tripped while carrying plates and glasses into the kitchen and proceeded to land on the broken glass.]
We went to the nearest emergency room, had the hand stitched up.
Rant #1: The ER people decided a hand specialist was needed. They were preparing to give me an IV with some painkillers when the specialist arrived. He took a look and decided to stitch it up right away. He injected a “block” directly into the wounds – OW, OW, OW!!! – and proceeded to get to work on the hand. He kept telling me to relax. AFTER he was done, the ER staff finally got to give me the IV. I think it was Dilaudid. THEN, I was relaxed. My rant is that the ER people didn’t ask him to wait 5 minutes so they could give me the Dilaudid first. It would have been so much easier to relax!
Rant #2: I was told to come back to the specialist in 3 days. Um, no, I replied. I live at least an hour and a half drive away, and the bridge and/or tunnel tolls will be about $40. I will go to a doctor locally. Of course, I’ll need the records.
So I called the specialist’s office the following day to request the records. Nope, can’t help, have to contact the hospital, which I did. I was told that I couldn’t request the record directly, that the doctor had to call. This seemed weird, but OK. I notified the local doctor that I had the appointment with. When I got there for my appointment, he told me the hospital told HIM that he couldn’t get the records, that I had to request them. Fortunately, he said he could manage fine without them.
I called the hospital back. Different story this time. I have to wait for them to send me a form which I must fill out and mail back. This is done.
Today I got the stitches taken out. And I still don’t have a copy of the medical records from the hospital. I called them again. Supposedly it took four days for mail to go from New Jersey to Long Island. They claim they didn’t get my authorization until last Friday and are just now starting to work on it. “That will include the x-rays, too, right?” “Oh, no, we don’t have those. You will have to contact the Radiology Department.” Since when are x-rays not part of the record? Why didn’t anyone tell me that before? And the medical records department doesn’t know the phone number for the radiology department, either.
When I finally get through to the radiology department, they advise that they’ll be glad to send me the x-rays. I just have to fax them a statement authorizing this release. ** sigh ** With a copy of some photo ID. No, they can’t contact the Medical Records Department and get a copy of what I’ve already sent. No, I can’t scan and email, it MUST be a fax. According to the person I spoke to, they don’t have email. I just got back from the library after sending the fax.
Now, I fully understand that there are good reasons for being sure that medical records are kept private. Really, I do. But what could possibly be wrong with sending the records to the patient whose identity and address you already verified at the time services were provided?
Jumping Jehosephat!
I know, I’m glad that good, clean medical care was available, that my hand is now fully functional, there was no infection, and so on. But why is it so convoluted to get something simple done?
Ten minutes sitting outside and twenty bug bites. Damned rain.
Might we extend this to instructions on support websites and similar? I can read text directions a LOT faster than I can watch your video, which could definitely benefit from MUCH better picture and sound quality anyway, and while I’m fortunate enough to not have a data cap issue (my provider allegedly has one, isn’t currently enforcing it), a lot of people do and text is much more economical that way than video.
Hey, asshole parents…I’m guessing you and your cutesy-wootsy little snowflakes (and their cutesy-wootsy little matching designer outfits) are trying to enjoy yourselves on vacation, but there’s absolutely no excuse for allowing your obnoxious little crotchfruits to crowd out other people at the tasting stations. And I’d love to know which one of you stole the spoon from the apple jalapeno jelly after declaring “eww, that’s hot”.
I will agree with this. It’s particularly bad when the person on the video doesn’t enunciate clearly, and the pics are shown very briefly and without the details which would help so much.
Hey, I didn’t say anything about the night.
Today I got the results of my 14 year-old son’s comprehensive evaluations from this place that does comprehensive evaluations. Now, I’ve always known that the boy has some special needs- not severe, but he does get SSI and has an IEP and is involved with several other acronyms. But I was not aware until now that he legitimately has short-term memory problems. And now I feel bad, because I have been hard on him lately for not remembering things. So, boo, me.
Bah.
Ow, ow, ow… I managed to knock the end of a toenail off while moving last week, and it’s got kind of infected.
It’s not bad enough to warrant a doctor visit, but it doesn’t seem to be healing much, and it’s really bloody painful- especially as I keep accidently kicking stuff, knocking it on stuff and dropping stuff on it.
Blast it! They closed my latest favorite thread and banned the OP.
My next step was probably going to be to point out that a 60 ton Nerf projectile moving at 600mph would probably explode from the extreme compression of impact and flamability of the materials, making it even more fun than just the kinetic energy transfer.
If it’s infected, it warrants a doctor visit.
From the August mini rants thread:
[QUOTE=Chimera]
Goddamned fucking lack of rain.
This is two years in a row where it rained constantly from April to the end of June, then stopped dead. Monsoon Season followed by Dry Season will not leave this state the agricultural powerhouse it has always been.
[/QUOTE]
I hear ya brothah!! And don’t let FXMastermind or brazil84 know, but we are roasting over here with temps a good 10-15 degrees above normal and no end in sight for a while. I could use their stupid technique of posting a link to a story about it, but the irony would be lost on idiots like that.
I’m feeling some stress - more than usual.
And that too is irritating. Usually I am such a good-natured, happy person.
Aanamika, as far as 1 is concerned, remember that being nice isn’t something you do for other people; it’s something you do for yourself.