Look, dick, a large part of the reason I want to move all the way across the state is to get away from YOU. So don’t ask me why I get upset when I find out you also have to move across the state for your job.
It’s okay, Pepperlandgirl. Just take deep breaths and have yourself a Buffy marathon (especially the last couple of seasons - all Spike! All the time!) 
I’m not making plans with other people any longer. First it was just a friend of a friend, he likes sports, we like sports, would you like to come to the lacrosse game with us this Saturday? Sure, but that’s the weekend I get my daughter, so she’ll come too. Unless you don’t want her to come. Well, we might not be thrilled about kids, but we are aware that telling parents to their face that you didn’t invite their kid doesn’t go over well in our society, so sure, the kid can come too. Then it’s a big hassle over the tickets, then some people are coming and some aren’t, and can you phone us and let us know where you’re sitting in case we decide to come, and then it’s half an hour late meeting outside the arena and missing half of the first quarter. Never again. We get tickets, you get tickets, if we see you there, we’ll wave at you.
Dear downstairs neighbors,
You’re relatively nice people but I have to admit to being a little surprised that you smoke dope, since you’re older people and professionals at that (well one is, the other is a retired teacher about 55). ALL OF THE TIME. Our condos are built fairly well, but your dope seeps up from your condo to mine.
I wouldn’t mind that so much, if it weren’t for the fact that you apparently don’t know the difference between good pot and bad pot. I haven’t smoked pot in over 30 years, but I still remember the nasty smell of bad pot, cheap stuff that we called “skunk weed” and wouldn’t touch with a 10 ft pole.
BLECH! Pot is supposed to have a nice mellow, somewhat sweet, leaf burning smell. Whatever it is that you’re smoking, it’s nasty and it’s invasive. You used to only smoke it once or twice a month, then it was weekends only, now it’s become nearly every single night.
Everywhere that there is a bit of plumbing seems to be and entrance point for your pot smoke and then that room (both bathrooms and my laundry room) is absolutely polluted with the stinky skunk weed. Please adjust your taste in weed and buy decent stuff, or smoke someplace else!
FUCK INSURANCE!
The main reason I took the job I am in now was to have health insurance. I have some mild health issues that need looking after, and I’m not getting any younger, ya know. So after my 90-day probation I get on the employer’s group coverage. Good to go.
Oh, wait. My doctor doesn’t accept this insurance. Oh well - I pay to see him out-of-pocket and the insurance covers my prescriptions. I save more than enough on the scripts to pay the monthly premiums.
The the group carrier decides to increase premiums. By 100%. So our nice HR lady shops around for a new carrier, and off we go to BCBS. My doctor does accept BCBS, but for some reason he is not enrolled in our POS plan. Well, that bites. I’ll just pay him out of pocket like I did before. Oh no, the lady at BCBS tells me. If I go to an out of network provider, my prescriptions aren’t covered either.
WTF?
So now I have to change from a doctor I actually like, who listens to be and tells me the hard truth but doesn’t blow off my concerns. Who has a nice office staff. I have to “doctor shop” for a new GP and hope I can find one who seems to give a bit of a shit about his patients.
Wish me luck.
Oh yeah - fuck BCBS with a hungry wolverine on meth.
Similar to pepperlandgirl: Hey RPI, how about some kind of response to grad school? I applied back in February, and April is almost over and I have NO word from you. Not even a “we have a lot of applications and it’s taking us a while” email. Jesus titty-fucking Christ, how long does it take? It seems everyone else out there not only knows where they are going, but has secured funding as well! That last part is *crucial[i/] to me, so if you end up so late in giving me a decision that all the financial aid money in my department gets used up, don’t be surprised if I show up to campus anyway with some sort of rocket launcher.
Well, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t huntthem all down and call them douchebags.
I found out I passed today. I can move on with my life.
I have a toothache.
IT HURTS A LOT.
I have three coarse black hairs growing just under my jawline. This wouldn’t bother me if I were MALE! Why are you fucking with me, body? I’m a woman, I don’t need a beard, I’m tired of plucking the damn things, freaking quit already!
Congratulations pepper!!!
Now. Find something good to rant about, willya?
No, bossman, that’s NOT what you told me. So don’t take that patronizing tone with me. Talk to anyone who has worked with you. You have an established history of saying one thing when you mean another, not answering the question as you intend it to be because you’re not really listening, saying one thing and then changing your mind after the processees have started, and basically just fucking FORGETTING what you told me to do. I am NOT responsible for the fact that you are not paying attention, like, ever.
Oh, and why don’t I ever bring this up? Because my anger will turn to incendiary rage upon hearing you, inevitably, respond: “No, I didn’t.”
niblet_head, my boss is similar except he’s actually a nice guy - he doesn’t forget on purpose, he just forgets. I use emails for all my interactions with him (at his request, because he’s aware he forgets). Can you do that with your boss? Actually, do it anyway, even if he doesn’t care for it. You have the right to cover your own ass.
My rant du jour - I finally figured out what was bugging me at work. I have a co-worker (note co-worker, not supervisor) who is always criticizing me. It occurred to me today that in six months of this bossy bitch telling me what I’m doing wrong, she hasn’t once said I’ve done something right. She stands around and watches what I’m doing, in the hopes of catching me doing something wrong (I think it’s driving her kind of crazy that I’m pretty good at my job). She’s pregnant, however, and due in six months, with 12 months of maternity leave after that. I just have to make it through the next six months without telling her to stick her bossiness up her ass, and we’re golden!
ETA: I forgot her specialty - telling me to do something one way, and then a month later giving me shit for doing it that way, with a strong implication that I’m just incompetent. Sheesh.
My boss is a nice guy, too, just not as nice as he thinks. He’s not evil, but he just always comes back to these situations - where something doesn’t go the way he thinks he wants - assuming there’s no way he could be at fault. It’s not arrogance, really, it just doesn’t occur to him that he could be wrong. That’d be illogical!
Not everything can be done via email, tho. And he’s not the best communicator - obviously. So I have to decide if I want to trade six emails when two should suffice (the extra four coming from me asking “Huh?”) or if I just want to ask him verbally.
When I want to get really torqued about this fault of his, I think back to the first review he wrote on me where he down-graded me for my poor communication! Yet, when I ask in an email, for example “Do you want me to do X or Y?” he’ll respond “yes”. Or when we’re talking in person or on the phone and I don’t understand what he wants, he just repeats what he just said word for word.
His problem is he just doesn’t want to be bothered with what he sees as annoying details. But he’s also a control freak micro-manager who’s rife with anxiety. Some days it’s no problem. Other days it drives me mad.
lou, I suggest a *Throw Mama From the Train * scenario. You come give my boss what-for and I’ll do the same to the idiot you work with.
The tech at the sleep study last night said I have severe apnea, so I’ll have to have the second study with the CPAP running and see what happens. There will be decisions to make and things to schedule. There will probably be at least a co-pay in there somewhere. And it left sticky patches on my face that didn’t come off with two washings.
But it at least gave me something to talk about at the dentist’s today as they ground down a tooth for another crown. There’ll be a copay for that, definitely. And another appointment to install it. And I broke another tooth before this appointment came up. That might just be a fix-up, though, rather than a crown.
On the up side, my son has said that he’ll be able to drive me home from the colonoscopy this Friday. So there is a silver lining to the week. Also I might end up with more energy and less wear and tear if I don’t desat at night, once the apnea gets fixed.
Lady, if you insist on YELLING into the phone, I cannot understand what you’re saying. YELLING at me when I can’t understand you does not improve the situation. The fact that you were YELLING at me in order to find something for your public speaking class amuses me greatly but does not change the fact that you’re a right bitch.
Students, stop starting IMs with the desk with “um yeah” or “hi”. State your goddamned question and get it over with.
DEAL! I have to warn you though, my co-worker is an Amazon. Do you know some kung-fu or something?
niblet_head, featherlou, I sympathize. One reason I’m unemployed at the moment is because my boss specifically told me not to run some reports and February and that someone else was taking over the system we ran the reports from. When she left, he had me completely revamp the system. In March, he wanted to know why I didn’t have a summary of the data that would have been in the February reports. :rolleyes:
I just keep reminding myself I’d wanted some extra time off this week and I’m well rid of him! On the other hand, if anyone’s interested in making this a three-way arrangement, the folks who are still working with him might appreciate it.
Tooth update: My dentist thinks I need a root canal. I have to go to another dentist for a second opinion. Then, assuming the second dentist concurs, I have to actually get the procedure done.
Each of these appointments will involve six hours on the bus going to and from Sofia.
EVERYTHING SUCKS.
Oh TA of mine. I’m so sorry, but you can’t have it your way. I’m being graded on spelling of Nahuatl words, yet my midterm MUST be in pen? And you want it NEAT? When I only have an hour to dump m brain into a 7 page in-class essay and my handwriting is bad at even the best of times? Well 2 out of 3 ain’t bad, I guess. Too bad most of my midterm looks like this:
In the month of [del]Panqutz[/del] [del]Panquetzalzt[/del] Panquetzalitzli, [del]Huizi[/del] Huitzilipochtli…
Sorry. I was as neat as I could manage.
The dentist is not at fault this time, though he was part of my day…
So, yesterday I go get some cavities filled. No biggie, really, but I want some comfort liquid while I hang out in the waiting room. I go to a national drugstore chain near his office, and the best they got is one of those bottled “yogurt smoothies.” $1.49 for a half-pint - less, actually - is a bit steep, but I don’t buy this overpriced shit every day…need a paper, too. Waiting room magazines just don’t do it. Total bill, $2.42 for these 2 items. Bring 'em to the counter, and before I can blink, these TWO measly items meant for immediate consumption are encsonsed in a full-size plastic grocery bag with TWENTY-THREE INCHES of register tape (I took it home and measured with a ruler): reciept, various ads for drugs that will be banned by the FDA next year for giving cancer to anyone who took them, “coupons” for a well-known “nutritional supplement” drink in handy-sized 6-oz. plastic disposable bottles, and a lengthy appeal for the loyal customer, me, to fill out a “brief online survey” about my recent shopping experience.
Yesterday was Wednesday. Tuesday was Earth Day.
Eat My Shit, “The Pharmacy America Trusts.”
I am a customer service rep, not your fucking therapist. Our call should not last an hour and a half with nothing accomplished. Our call should not involve you crying into the phone about how your husband secretly hates you, especially when you called into the center yesterday, asking the rep (at a fucking cell phone company!) To help you fill out your FAFSA forms. You were nice enough in a completely insane sort of way, but fucking christ already, when I actually have to verbalize that I must get off the phone, you are behaving quite abnormally.