My sympathies about your washer. I had to buy a new washer less than a year ago after the LG front-loader shot its main bearing after less than seven years, just after exceeding both its warranty and the special flat-rate repair deal that LG offers. The LG was also cleverly designed so that replacing the main bearing required disassembly of virtually every last component in the washer, making the process labor-intensive aside from the parts costs and therefore not cost-effective. Once an expensive high-end washer, I was lucky to get rid of it without having to pay extra to have the worthless piece of junk hauled away.
Is there a filter of some sort that might be clogged? We clogged ours with a crappy bath mat that shed half its fibres the first (and only) time we washed it, so we had to pull out the plug and drain it a bit at a time because the plug hole was so close to the floor we couldn’t get any sort of container under it to catch the water and had to just open it for a few seconds then mop it up with towels and wring them out repeatedly because if we opened the door it would all pour out at once. I hate front-loading machines.
When I have to drain my washing machine whose draining tube is also just a few centimetres from the floor, I use two low baking pans which I frantically keep swapping and emptying into the toilet which fortunately is right next to the washing machine.
Just mentioning my M.O. in case it proves useful to any other washing machine victim.
My front-loader is located on my back patio. It is uncovered, so I can’t claim that I have any advantage, but at least it doesn’t fill with rainwater on the rare occasions when we get a storm.
Accidentally learned that my kid is still a thief. I’m already worried sick about him for other reasons. I can’t pull his life out of the toilet for him, and he’s not even trying.
In the middle of the year, kaylasmom was wishing aloud for a handy-dandy system in which she could Braille her appointments, and organize them by date. So I went to the website for the American Printing House for the Blind, and found this for her (for those who don’t wish to click, it’s a binder with some tabbed Braille calendar pages, and some filler Braille paper for writing events on).
She loves it, and wants to continue using it into 2019. She still has plenty of filler pages (and can order more at any old time of year if she runs out), so all she really needs is the calendar pages for 2019. So in late October, I started checking the website for the 2019 calendar pages. In early November I contacted customer service to inquire about when they would have those for 2019.
“Try back on December first,” they said. So I did, and have tried every few days since. And they ALWAYS have NO IDEA when they will be including the 2019 calendar pages in their catalog.
So this week I decided to get sneaky. Their phone tree has an option for ordering custom-made products, so I took that direction when I called in. The very nice lady who answered said that if TPTB decide that they will be discontinuing the datebook, then the custom order department will be able to allow me to order the pages, but if it’s going to be in next year’s catalog, I have to order it through the shopping page.
AND TPTB STILL WILL NOT COME DOWN AND MAKE A DECISION ON WHETHER THE PRODUCT WILL BE OFFERED IN 2019!
If I had the cash, I’d fly to Kentucky, take the tour of their printing/embossing plant, and sneak away from the group to confront whoever the hell is the bottleneck in this ferschlugginer process. Then I’d say hurtful things to him (or her, it could be a her; and I would NOT hold back on the hurtful message out of some misguided sense of chivalry). The goal would be to get them to feel bad about themself, question their qualifications for their position, and step down in favor of someone who would GET THIS PRODUCT INTO THE PIPELINE, EITHER AS A CATALOG ITEM THAT ANYONE CAN ORDER, OR AS A CUSTOM PRODUCT THAT APPARENTLY KAYLASMOM IS THE LAST PERSON IN THE COUNTRY WHO WANTS IT!
pant, pant, pant
Anyway, that’s the rough draft of my year-end letter to family and friends this Christmas. What do y’all think?
Your story really made me angry kaylasdad99. If you want company on your visit to Kentucky I’ll meet you there. I can make a great scene to distract them while you find the bottlenecker and wring their, well, neck. Or find the pages, just in case they are already being printed and nobody has gotten around to putting them on line for sale.
Tonight my husband showed me something my mom posted on Facebook because President Trump told her to. I’ve tried to avoid knowing this, but my mom is a moron and I’m furious at her right now. Also, my husband is a dick, my son is a thief, and I’m a bitch. Merry fucking Christmas goddammit .
Well, you’ve still got me!
Happy Holidays, I hope everything does a 180 for you.
Thanks kayaker. Sorry for the melodrama, I was more than three sheets to the wind when I posted that. I’m still feeling sad and angry today, but somewhat less likely to punch someone in the face.
I ran out of weed a few days ago and decided to wait until xmas eve to restock my supply. I did the same sort of thing last year. When I stop like this I always have vivid dreams that I remember when I wake up. I ordinarily do not dream (as far as I can tell).
So, last night I had a really sad, troubling dream. On awakening I nearly broke down crying, something I haven’t done as an adult, and three hours later I’m still shaken. Wow.
ETA: just read your post, DB. I’m sober! 
Sucks, doesn’t it? I hope you feel better soon.
Yesterday, my coworker asked me if I had put in the Version B updates into the Version C course I had just developed. No, I said. I was told to wait because the editor needed to correct the mistakes my other coworker found. Like an idiot, I previously said I’d take care of the update since I did the course originally. It came back as version C. The manager specifically said vC was the fixed version of vB. It turned out it wasn’t. I got all upset in the email chain because “Version C is the fixed version B” does NOT mean “Oh, by the way, somebody actually sent version A to the editor instead of version B because whoever worked on version B accepted all the tracked changes and nobody can tell which parts were changed so now it’s on you.”
So, rather than further blowing myself up in email among insecure co-workers doing the CYA dance, I went outside to do some yard work. (I work from home Mondays) I meant to use my riding mower to take care of the leaves, but it wouldn’t start. I had forgotten to turn off the fucking headlights, so I had to drag the mower out of the back shed and push it over to the front yard so I could recharge the battery with jumper cables from my truck. While that was going on, I got my electric chainsaw out to take care of some fallen logs. After about 5 minutes, it stopped working. I waited, tried again, worked for about 5 minutes then pooped out. The stupid mower still wouldn’t start, so I let my gaming group know I wouldn’t be able to make it to last night’s session because God hates me. I still couldn’t start my mower after several hours of recharging with the jumper cables, so I removed them and decided I would try again the next evening.
This morning, I realized I had left my key in the mower, which drained the goddamned battery again. Head, meet wall.
I get to work and find out there’s a new major problem with a series of Islamic Finance courses. Two of the courses have each other’s exams, and our UK partners hadn’t caught the error. They were the ones who sent us the question banks and labeled them incorrectly. These courses already take forever to save changes, publish for review, then publish for LMS. We had already gone through such procedures multiple times this past summer, and I had cracked under the pressure and hoped I wold never see those goddamned courses again. Now they’re baaaaaack…
I see you cleverly snuck in gripes about your yardwork equipment.
Well done. I’d hate to have to snarl “The workplace griping thread is down the hall, bub” at you. 
Moved into a house where the washer & dryer was upstairs in a closet. It sat in a cracked tray (which I replaced - no easy feat; we basically needed to lift the washer up & throw it fully & perfectly into the tray because if you rested it on the edge, the plastic would crack. Because of the closet walls we didn’t have access to one side or the rear to lift it & carefully place it in place. Went thru three or four brand new trays until we finally got it.)
Once we got it into the new tray I looked at the drain tube; it went down to the basement, made a 90° turn in the basement ceiling until it went outside & drained…underground. Ummm, if the drum has an issue when it’s filled up how much water do you think the 2" PVC will hold while the water slowly drains into the soil?
^ But that’s not the rant I came into post…
Ordered a gift for a friend. Had it sent to her work, because I both had that address & she wouldn’t be sure who it came from. (Yeah, I’m a bastoid that way. ;))
When I ordered it online I keyed the info as follows.
When I looked at the invoice/receipt it showed
Had to dime myself out & call her to let her know to let the mailroom/person know about it so that he didn’t read it & decide to call the PD/Bomb squad to take care of a package she wasn’t expecting that stated “Don’t open” after her name. :smack:
Why would you allow me to enter more characters in your UI than you’ll accept?
We tried something similar, but had to hold it at such an angle that it would only catch a wee bit at a time. Took a long time to drain the whole thing that way. If we could put it up on a pallet or something it would be more accessible, but being in a British kitchen under the countertop there’s just no room.
Oh boy, where to start.
For the past year-and-change I’ve been working remotely for a company in California. I’ve enjoyed the work and working from home, but being contract sucks. They said that they wanted to hire me on permanently, but were waiting for a big deal to come through.
Well, it finally came through… but it has, so far, completely screwed me. Because their finances are weird while they mesh with the company that bought them, some aspects of their business aren’t being paid. Like me. So far, I haven’t been paid in over a month- right before the holidays. That’s fun.
Normally, I’d just quit working for them and try to find something else. The problem is that I’ve got something else- or, rather, I will at the end of January. I got an actual job offer, and am moving to Canada. Since that’s a big, expensive move, I’d love to keep working right up until the move day (if possible) so that I have as much money as possible.
But if my contract job isn’t going to pay me, I don’t want to waste more time on them, I’d prefer to get ready for the move.
Furthermore, the studio I’m currently working for shuts down over the holidays… so if I don’t get paid by this Friday, I probably won’t get any money until January. And I need to start spending money *now *to get ready for the move.
So, basically, I’m in limbo right now. Can’t get ready for the move 'cause I don’t have the money, and can’t keep working for my current job to get more money because I don’t know if I’m actually going to get paid before the move, and there’s not enough time to find another contract gig to cover the less-than-a-month I’ll be able to work before the move.
Okay, this is quite minor. But.
The owner of a listserv I’m on sent out Christmas greetings. Fine. But now every other person on the list is hitting reply all and sending them back.:mad:
I am so ready for this year to be over with, Christmas is the only bright spot and even that is a bit dimmed.
So 2018 lowlights,
I had a wreck in may that was legally my fault, I was trying to merge into the drive lane and a pick up truck passed me, I checked out the window to make sure no crazed parent pulled out of the school drive even though I was visibly there signally to move over, no one was there, so I merged over… crunch! apparently the pick up truck had a trailer that was so low it couldn’t be seen out my window. $1500.00 damage to my car and put a shiny spot on his wheel cover.
In June, my company announced we were being bought by another company basically doubling my workload as I have a double role and I am the only one who does either one of those things.
In July, I was going into the grocery store and tripped over a basket that was sitting just inside the door. the basket was black and carpet was black and I broke my shoulder. I had to move in with my parents at 61 because I could not function by myself. I ended up using all of my leave for the year and am still in physical therapy and hurting. I have most of my function back but can’t reach behind me at all with my dominant hand.
In November, my car was rear ended and the insurance company decided to total it out in December, so I had to go unload all of my stuff out of the car, took two trips, I left the stuff on my front porch while I went back to get the rest and while I was gone, some crappy person stole all of my stuff. Christmas presents I had bought, hobby stuff, clothes etc. I am lucky that they didn’t take the expensive canvas tent panels that were there. They did however, leave me a box of someone elses stuff.
that night, was my work Christmas as I was leaving around 9:30pm driving the crappy rental car, in the dark and pouring rain, puddles of water, mud and pine needles everywhere, I drove over what I thought was a speed bump at the back of the packing lot. it wasn’t, it was a low concrete edge planter. the crappy rental went between the planter and the next one, got stuck and apparently damaged something underneath. once the tow truck pulled me out after midnight the car would shift out of drive, wouldn’t start so I got towed to my house. the next day still wouldn’t start so they towed it back to the rental people. So now I have to either rent another car so I can continue to car shop (which I hate) or call my folks to see if they will take me to buy the car I looked at on Saturday and liked. ( I had planned to go back that day to buy but after dealing with the police for the stuff stolen I was out of time). My folks cancelled their plans for the day and came and picked me up but of course the Chevy Equinox had been bought. I ended up buying a Buick Encore. It had a dent in the front that the dealership agreed to fix and they gave me a loaner to drive while the dent was being fixed and the paint repaired. Whew! Oh but not over yet… that has been a week and a half ago and my car still isn’t ready. I don’t have any estimate on when it will be ready but meanwhile I am driving a 2019 Buick encore.
I am lucky that I have parents who are awesome, insurance both car and health, and a good job with an understanding boss. knock on wood, nothing catastrophic has happened in the last week. I am off for a few days for Christmas and then New years (although I will probably work remotely that weekend).
and before any one lecture me, I know that I am partly responsible for this stuff.