I learned a new word today! I love it when that happens.
(Oh, since we are in mini-rants…stupid salary. They say money doesn’t buy happiness, but another $2500 a month would really change my outlook.)
I’m so glad! 
I love when I find out someone actually reads my long-winded posts, so thanks for that! 
Also, I hope that salary increase comes through!
Finally was able to pay my rent today, due to new job and waiting for first paycheck to clear the bank. It came with a $105 late fee. This is how corporations rape the poor. Because my next paycheck won’t cover the whole amount needed, I will get another late fee. I’m going to beg for mercy. If they give me a break on the late fee, I’ll be able to pay next month on time, maybe. Gotta worry about other bill payments getting in the way though. I’m looking for a second job that my body will let me perform.
I’m a little bit scared, but with the support of the ABA team and ECSE I think we have decent odds of success.
I’m trying not to get attached to the outcome.
First parent teacher conference today. He’s come along really well in drawing his name, he can read all of his classmates’ names, but what really came out of left field is that he’s apparently the class clown. My son’s current idea of hilarity is to say the wrong answer on purpose.
“How many months in a year?”
“Fourteen! Hahaha.”
It’s funny the first 642 times.
Apparently he does this all the time during group activities. She thinks his classmates in the afternoon class will be more amused.
Oh yeah, and fun coda to the day were urgent messages from our state funder that our semi-annual reports were all past due. Copied to our BOARD PRESIDENT. I had literally 15 minutes to address this before I picked up my kid from therapy. Logged into the system, zero outstanding tasks.
Oops! The state sent that notice in error. Please disregard. 
Our vet even said “Better a month too early than a day too late.”
At the end, we spent weeks picking the dog up to go potty, holding “the boneless dog” up so he could eat or drink, listening to him moan and bark (at any noise, he was blind by then).
The vet was also telling us “You need to think of his quality of life, as well as your own.”
With my cat, he had kidney disease, he was spraying everywhere 10-15 times a day, and he just seemed confused and distressed a lot. He was 15 when we put him down. It coincided with the birth of my son, which means my husband had to do it because I needed to be home with the baby, even though he was my cat. They gave us options for prolonging his life, like regular saline injections, but he wouldn’t let us do the injections. And I knew he would be miserable with a baby. He was already miserable with a kitten. I feel like I ruined his last years of life by getting that other cat. And the other cat didn’t work out either. We rehomed the other cat hoping to revive my Merlin’s spirits, but he didn’t get any better. He was a shadow of the cat he once was. So we decided it was time. I still miss him.
My sister had agreed to take our elderly dachshund. So, none of the rest of us looked for a place that would take a pet (we all moved at once). Then, she backed out at the last minute (I still resent her for this). I scrambled and found a multi pet family willing to take in another dog. I visited a few times ( I had no car). I INSISTED that we just tell my sister we had Goliath put to sleep. He lived a few more years and then had a stroke. It left him paralysed on one side, confused, frightened and in constant pain. The host family made the correct decision to have him euthanized at that point.
I miss having a dog. Now, if I have a nightmare and wake up in the dark and something furry licks my face I have a whole new set of problems.
Beck, I hope they have their shit together now (and good for Ivy for going to bat for you). Reminds me of our own healthcare system.
Last year, my husband had to have surgery for a kidney stone. This involved getting a tube put in the kidney through his back to make sure it didn’t get plugged up after the surgery.
The urologist’s office made him an appointment to get a scan. The tube would be taken out after that if the scan looked good.
They sent him an email about the appointment.
They sent him two text messages to remind him of the appointment.
The urologist’s office called the day before to make sure he knew what he needed to do in preparation for the appointment.
We get there, and everyone seems totally surprised to see him.
W.T.F.
They put us in some sort of holding room, where we wait, and wait, and wait. And I start to get pissed, because he’d been through hell with this thing already (namely a hospital-acquired infection that made him very ill, and by this time we are just completely over it and want to get this blasted leaky tube the fuck out already).
So every time someone walks by, I lasso them and tell them we’ve been waiting, other people who’d been put in this holding cell have come and gone, what’s going on because no one is telling us, etc. They figure out that I’m going to go full nuclear if they don’t shoehorn us in somewhere and FINALLY the scan happens and we’re done.
The entire procedure took less than 10 minutes. And we were there waiting most of the day because they couldn’t find their own asses with both hands.
They took away my Rock Bar and replaced it with some dance crap. 
Likewise and a fenced ‘yard’. I still have to get up to let them out at night or they will bark their heads off outside for hours. But at least I don’t have to go out. Give them access to door, take a bathroom break myself (as long as I’m up) and then call them in.
Now that’s just mean. They had better not take Classic Rock Albums away, or the Potus channel.
I’m re-watching “Soylent Green” (1973) and i have a question.
When the scoops came in and picked up people during the food riot and stuffed them in the back, where did they go? Prison? Or did they just release them outside of the city…?
Probably in the ‘Pot’.
Ewwww. Meat processing just came to mind.
Gout sucks! This is my first bout and I hate it.
So the idiot who rear ended my car a few weeks ago, didnt have insurance. My car which is worth a little over $5000.00 has $4800.00 worth of damage (according to the estimate). It is drivable except for one taillight that I am not sure what it does. So my plan was to take the money from her insurance and give to my brother as his share of my mom’s car once I can put that car in my name and insurance.
Who drives a nice car without insurance? It is illegal my state to do so.
This is on top of my parent’s estate stuff. I cant take much more of this year.
Deep tracks has been moved to channel 308. It appears this is for streaming only now, my car radio doesn’t tune that high and I either have to use Android Auto or bluetooth it.
The upside of this is there are a lot of good stations in the higher range.
The new maintenance guy in the building is not bad. In fact, he’s got some good ideas on making things move more smoothly. But he’s got a few weak spots. I reported that the shower head was dripping. So he shows up with a new shower head and installs it. I said “Don’t you think it’s the mixing valve that needs attention?” “Nope, I’ll just tighten this down real good.” Me: ???
So he leaves, and of course the head keeps dripping because, you know, the mixing valve probably needs a new o-ring or general replacement. So I report it again. He shows up again (we were out), puts Teflon tape on the shower head threads and tightens it so much that he damages the finish on the connector.
Still dripping, of course. I really don’t understand his thinking. This is a common sense problem. Water only flows if a valve is turned on, or if the valve is not seating properly. I’m not a plumber, but this is basic trouble-shooting. Why he keeps fucking with the shower head makes no sense. So I’ve reported it again, and I hope I’m here when he shows up, so we can have a friendly conversation about this, as he’s wasting his time and mine.
I went through this exact same thing with my gf’s shower. She noticed it dripping, saw it as an excuse to get a nice, new, fancy shower head, which she asked me to install. I told her it wouldn’t fix her drip and she told me of course it would.
She was happy with the new shower head but complained it was still dripping. I ended up replacing the cartridge and all is well.
You don’t have to be a plumber to understand that. Guy is in over his head, In many ways. Maybe he was just trying to appease you and hope you would just go away. Or he’s an idiot.