Back in ancient Babylon when I was learning programming on a stone and bronze IBM mainframe, if you put ‘*’ on your paper punch card, it was ok. If you put ‘*’, it rebooted the computer.
Or maybe it was the other way around. I can’t remember.
Update: After 47 minutes of alternately being on hold and yelling into the phone (there was a bad telephone line), we have no resolution - my netfile tax issue is being escalated. Once again, I thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart, Federal Government, for waving your magic wand and making my life more difficult for no apparent reason. :mad: Now I have to re-consider if I even want to do temp work any longer, if it’s going to be such a pain in the ass at tax time.
And now I get to go into the dentist tonight and have my temporary crowns pulled off and another set of dental imprints taken, because the ones they took before they put the temporary crowns on were fucked up by someone. Not happy about this one bit - it hurts like hell when they mess with your raw tooth stumps like that, and I get to do it TWICE this time, instead of just once! Yay!
Know what kinda hurts? Having needles stuck into your throat. Thyroid biopsy. Whee.
That was the last bit of fun before officially being put on The List for body parts. Stress test? Passed, sort of. Ended up with an emergency angiogram, but all turned out okay. Spinal MRI done, cost more out of pocket than what the transplant will cost, go figure. The thyroid toomah was the last thing that needed to be checked out. Doc says it’s largish, but nothing about it appears to be bad.
I’m really annoyed. Just in general annoyed. The plumber is coming over tomorrow and the fucking house looks like a goddamned bomb went off in it. Yes, I know I’m not having company over, but for fuck’s sake would it be too much for the house not to look like shit?
Also, I can’t get a freaking thought in edgewise. As in, every time I try to have a thought that doesn’t involve meeting someone else’s needs, someone has to fucking interrupt me to ask me something or annoy the shit out of me. I love my family - love them. But just 10 minutes ago, I was enjoying the only quiet time I’ve had today since I was in the shower at 6 a.m. I was starting to drift, enjoying the storyline I was making up in my head when all of a fucking sudden my son starts blowing his nose in my ear. I don’t know why he’s in the bedroom or why he has chosen to blow his nose right the hell in my ear, but there it is. The universe’s determination not to let me have a fucking thought to myself. Now he’s safely ensconced in his room, honking away.
Hugs to Cat Whisperer. Dental problems really do bite. I hope you won’t get dinged by more co-pays when the dentist “corrects” the problem.
MissTake for what its worth, I knew someone who’s sister gave her mother a kidney. From what she told us, the mom felt better instantly. As in as soon as she woke up, she felt better. I hope you get a donor soon.
While I obligated to rant about something while I’m in this thread, my rants belong to the Workplace renting thread…so off with me.
PS Lucky didn’t get locked up anywhere and Steve came down to sleep with me after my BFF left.
Helen Keller had scarlet fever, not measles.
Thanks - they didn’t ask for any more money for their error, or it might have gotten shoutey in there. 
So freakin’ tired. 35 weeks pregnant on a lazy rainy day … all I want to do is go back to sleep. Nope … gotta work! Not a big deal really, except we’ve hired so many new people recently that we’re not really busy anymore, which means I’ll lollygag around trying to find things to do. (It’s the most ridiculous work “rant” I’ve ever heard of; I know.) Somebody call the whaaaaaaaaaaambulance.
We don’t get scarlet fever because it’s a bad case of strep. The strep gets treated before it progresses that far.
One of my fucking idiot neighbors said the government exploded the bombs at the Boston marathon. I consider it a major triumph that I did not deck her.
Last night I went to a concert. It was a very good concert. But some idiot a few seats away from me was chomping gum loudly with their mouth open. Thankfully, the music was rather loud (jazz big-band music) and I couldn’t hear the gum for most of the concert. But at some points, there’d be people onstage talking about the music, and I could hear the gum then.
Why do some people feel the need to chew gum at concerts anyway? Do they want to chew along to the beat of the music or something? :rolleyes:
Bah - I tricked myself into thinking I only needed my antihistamine as a sleeping aid. I ran out, but was able to sleep anyway. Yay, right? Yeah, only until the sneezing, the itching, and the burning eyes I woke up with this morning reminded me that I’m an idiot. If anyone needs me, I’ll be at the – AH-CHOO! – pharmacy. :smack:
Aw, shit. hangs head in shame My bad - thanks for the correction. That’s what I get for spouting off opinions off the top of my head, huh?
That’s awesome - I sent it to a handful of people I know who might enjoy it.
nmd
My total sympathies, Cat. 
Ever see Marathon Man? I cant get it out of my head whenever Im in the chair.
My dentist isnt very adept or even couth as a matter of fact. He spits when he talks - not a good thing for a dentist who is RIGHT IN YOUR FACE. He also broke my veneer when applying it. TWICE.
Here’s another one. But it won’t do any good.
Cousin Idiot sent me the following email:
When I attempted to point out that pro-vaccine equals fact not opinion and that vaccines are manufactured not for drug company profits but SO THAT PEOPLE DON’T FUCKING DIE said idiot cousin wrote back, “Too foolish, immature and narrow-minded to waste my time with. You really don’t know as much as you think you do.”
I am related to an anti-vaxxer. I’d rather be related to an ax murderer. Or a Limbaugh.
I haven’t seen that movie, and I’m not sure I want to now.
Time to find another Dentist.