Just a few hours ago, I saw a job ad on Facebook for a cleaning company, saying “Why not join our team of “happy” cleaners?” Though that may have been deliberate.
While I’m here; something in my apartment smells musty, but I can’t figure out what. I’ve been away nearly 2 weeks, and I just keep getting random whiffs of this manky washing smell, from no obvious source, so I’m having to go round sniffing everything.
So far, I’ve just succeeded in looking a bit of a tit.
Filbert, I had some potatoes go rotten in a drawer in my kitchen and the smell was very musty. Any old potatoes around?
“So far, I’ve just succeeded in looking a bit of a tit.”
Americans just don’t have the same lovely phrases. I may have to borrow this one … and for fun, slather on the heaviest Southern twang I can distill from 30 years of living in Texas.
Yes, they play
All
FOUR
PHRASES
of the effing lullaby.
I miss the old days, when they only ran fire alarm system tests three times a day.
My son paid his rent! (after Mom received one more email saying that he had three more days to pay it or GTFO). Then he called my mom and played the part of charming, penitent grandson. His uncle decided to back down and just endure five more months until the end of the lease.
Mom and I continue to keep an eye out for alternate living arrangements for Jim, which neither of us will allow our names to be associated with.
So I just dragged myself out of bed an hour early to go to a work meeting only to find…work meeting was rescheduled. Hey, would have been nice to have had that notification on Friday; I’m really not an early-out-of-bedder…
My husband didn’t pay any attention to the letters he got from the State regarding his unemployment benefits. His department was eliminated but he was given 12 weeks’ severance, paid out in bi-weekly increments just like a normal pay check (they called it SUB Pay). His last deposit was August 9. He file a claim for each of the two weeks after that and they were denied. In reading the letter regarding his eligibility for unemployment, it states that no payments will be made until NOVEMBER. We have no idea why. He’s too emotionally fragile to do anything other than hide in the garage painting and assembling a model of the Titanic right now. If he hasn’t figured it out and filed an appeal by this weekend, I think I’m going to ask for a separation. It would be different if he were doing anything around the house, other than bizarre “projects” that nobody else cares about. I shouldn’t be coming home to moldy dishes in the sink and dirty socks on the floor but a freshly painted porch ceiling (took six hours - he was so proud!).
I’m not even mad … just resigned.
I found a very elderly sweet potato. No smell appeared to be coming from that, but the smell does appear to have vanished.
In other news, my bees are tiny flying assholes, and I’m fed up with it.
I’m going to have to try take some honey off them later in the week, but I really don’t wanna. I was literally picking furious stinging bees off my suit for over 10 minutes, over 100 metres from the hive. That’s crazy. My
I hate to sound like the old geezer I am, what’s the matter with kids today? Had a man come in today to bid out a painting job. He said as a small business owner he can’t get young people to work for him. He says he pays well and gives some benefits. No one shows up, he can’t get his small business to grow.
And another thing I was walking down the sidewalk with my husband, four tweens were walking towards us. Taking up the whole width. My husband stepped on the grass, I didn’t and said Hi Kids! They said as they passed “ did you here what that fucking woman said?” I couldn’t believe it:confused:
I call them Bed Bath and Buttholes. (Bolding mine)
I’m pretty sure I’ve bitched here in the past about my husband’s brother, but here I go again. He just called his folks to tell then he’s in need of a kidney transplant. He’s diabetic and he’s absolutely refused to change his diet or activity level. He’s had heart issues, he’s going blind, and while it’s only incidental to the situation, I never liked him. So now, his elderly (88 & 89) parents are looking into flights from their home in Florida to TX to be with their son. It’ll cost them close to $2K that they really can’t afford.
Is it hateful of me to hope he passes quickly and quietly in his sleep in the next few days? I don’t wish suffering upon him, but I do hate what he’s done to his folks over the years because he couldn’t be a responsible adult.
Right now, I just want to punch something…
Uh oh. I think they got him!
Well, this is more sad than angry, but:
Someone misspelled an email address recently… that has evidently been circulated all OVER the place. One extra letter in the address.
First was the rah-rah message to all parents of kids at a particular school. I sent a quick reply and thought nothing of it.
Until tonight… evidently there’s a fellow who is terminally ill (as in days) and he (and his wife) are getting dozens of supportive messages.
So I’m replying to each one saying “terribly sorry, you’ve got the wrong address, I hope you are able to connect with the right person”.
So that one error has been propagating all over the place. Maybe it’s 2 separate errors, as the school is evidently several states away from where the sick guy seems to live. It could be - the other person and I have gotten emails intended for the other on several occasions: once a Paypal payment to me (intended for the other) and once a message letting me know of a friend’s death. Well, that one was done by my own husband - they don’t call him Typo Knig for nothing!!
Well a good (?) update: someone was able to find the correct email address and let me know, so I’m replying to every message I get and letting them know the correct one. Hopefully the messages get to the family in time.
Uh hon, I really don’t care what color/style tile we get for the bathroom. I really suck at coordinating the counter top/ shower pan/ wall tile/ faucet color/ paint colors etc.
I quite honestly posses none of these opinions you keep asking for.
No, I don’t remember the floor tiles in the hotel we stayed at so I can’t tell you if I liked them.
Yes root canal would be preferable to this.
Yes, I get to pay for all of this, have to constantly (and randomly) express my made up opinions, and on top of that, I get to be in the dog house for not enthusiastically contributing.
Apostrophes. Use Bob’s guide. Bob the Angry Flower - Bob's Quick Guide to the Apostrophe, You Idiots
You are a good person <3
Where to begin…
*My cousin S’s granddaughter A. , age 21, took up with a guy twice her age, flunked out of nursing school (which gramps had paid for), and then eventually got let back in, but is now pregnant.
**My niece wanted to marry a guy she had met online years ago, dumped him and found another online, married him, divorced a few years later and moved back in with her folks, then went back to the state where she had lived for those few years and found some other guy we know nothing about and to whom she is now engaged.
***My cousin/housemate N. had her parked car totaled by a speeding maniac on our street who claims he had fallen asleep at the wheel. He has no insurance. At least she got a settlement via AAA, but now we have to lobby the city council again about stricter measures on this street. The speed limit is 25mph, folks, NOT whatever-the-hell-you-want-it-to-be. Next time it won’t be a parked, vacant car. It will be someone with a kid in a stroller, an elderly person with a walker, somebody walking their dog, or one of the developmentally disabled folks whose guardians go up and down the street with them since their transition program is at the end of said street.
****The people at my workplace (a college) are increasingly incompetent, being dishonest, communicating poorly, gaslighting everyone, and just generally fucking up the place, which used to be a much more desirable place to work or go to school.
They hire anybody they feel like hiring, qualifications be damned, if that person happens to fit a certain profile. We do our best to be equity-minded and make sure to put all of that info in our applications, and then watch the full-time interviews and jobs go to people who could not possibly have much experience and who merely piggybacked onto someone else’s equity programs. And the folks who developed said programs can’t even land an interview; to add insult to injury, the hiring committee complained about not being able to find enough applicants who were focused on being equity-minded. Ummm…that is a rather obvious lie.
My gf’s brother had a major scare yesterday. Coming home from work, he saw police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances flying by, heading toward the nearby Youghiogheny River. Arriving at his house, he could see a Medevac helicopter circling the area.
He heard from his neighbor that there had been a drowning. His 18 year old son (my gf’s nephew) wasn’t home, so he tried calling him but it went to voicemail. He used “find my phone” to see where his son was and it showed His location as the river.
Things were pretty tense for a while. Turns out the kid who drowned was a friend of my BIL’s son. 
Bubba, you’re missing the fun part! I have opinions, have your wife call me. 