PS, Helena330, you have made it for half of a century. Congrats and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Helena330, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! My last birthday (48) was pretty bad, but in the whole scheme of things, today is worse. My son came home from leave Friday evening - he’s going back in a few hours. It’ll probably be another year before I see him again. 
Since apparently the burfday itself insists on not being happy, may you have many happy non-birthdays, Helena330!
Conversation at lunch yesterday was hogged completely by my sister in law, the exceptions being a few times she said something so outrageously stupid that her two sibs-in-law felt compelled to respond.
One of the things she complained about was having to read the medical histories of patients she hasn’t seen before. She called it “office work”. I don’t know whether it’s office work or middle of the jungle work, but seriously? If you didn’t wanna have to read patient histories, hey, you could have gone into a different line of work! Most patients have this stupid notion that one advantage to a UHC system with big, shared databases is not having to tell you guys our history. Every. Fucking. Time. We see a new doctor, forgive us for thinking that reading them is an actual part of your actual work.
And at least now they’re in the computer, rather than written in the hand of someone whose depiction of “aspirin” would need a team of cryptographers to decipher 
19 was mine. I called my mother in tear because I was in debt and my life was over. So much drama.
Oddly no birthdays since then have really bothered me.
That’s all engineering Chimera. The crumple zone in the front of the car is engineered to protect the driver from injury (and for the cynical among us) to clear his wallet completely.
My rant of the day is our furnace. We’re moving in May, this house is being demolished so why the fuck can’t the furnace just hold on for a couple more weeks?? It stopped working the first of March and the tech was able to patch it together enough to get it through until yesterday. I’m now waiting for them to return my call to find out if we can get another week or two out of it.
In related news the developer who is now my landlord has still not repaid the $3600 we spent repairing the storm damage from Christmas. Repairs that were required before the city would reconnect the power.
Al was “off” all weekend: all hunched up and he even started growling at the walls. Of **course **he seemed fine today, but I bundled him off to the vet this morning anyway. I was an under-slept mess at the vet receptionist, and will probably be a mess at work all day.
And my parents, who have been out of the country for a couple of weeks, are back in town. I shouldn’t dread that, but I do. So: do I have small/minor battles with them constantly, or do I just bite the damn bullet and change the locks already, thus setting off The Argument From Hell with them?
Jeez. I just re-read that as if it was posted by Some Other Anonymous SDMB Person, and since I know what I would have told them, I suppose that makes my own response more clear. Why, then, am I such a fucking baby?
The little cow box light on the front of my Gateway desktop seems to have burned out. I always liked that little happy cow box.
You are human. We all do that sometimes. We all do things we regret the moment after, we all give advice freely that we struggle to follow ourselves.
And we all have one bad birthday. Mine was 30.
Mine was 38. Why? Because that’s when I could no longer say I was in my mid-30’s and had plenty of time to do stuff. No, that put me in my late 30’s and I should have already done some of those things.
I appreciate the encouragement. 
It was a temporary meltdown and I’m better today. The ice cream therapy suggestion will help quite a lot. 
I had to tell a disgustingly large number of people to CLOSE THE GATES AT THE DOG PARK on the weekend.
There are two gates at the off-leash park, the point being to close one gate before opening the other. So dogs can’t get out. I was appalled at the number of people who walked in by opening both gates and worse: walked out and left both gates WIDE OPEN. I’m not exaggerating when I say that if my dog had escaped (which she nearly did a couple of times) that she would have been across the parking lot and dead on the road. She is FAST. I was terrified to leave the entrance because I had to keep running over to close the gates behind people, at least a dozen times in the 1.5 hours I was there. The only reason why I didn’t leash up my dog and leave was because she hadn’t seen her best friend (same fast breed) all winter and the weather was finally decent enough for a play date.
At one point a bunch of people were coming in and they were opening both gates. My friend and I asked a teenage boy who was just standing there in front of the open gate to please close it. We explained why you have to open one at a time. He said, quote: “Well this gate was already open when we got here.” I couldn’t believe the sheer stupidity and negligence of so many people who are dog owners!
In all honesty, I had to take an anti-anxiety pill when I got home and I am seriously afraid to go back to that park. What is supposed to be a relatively safe place to let your dog run off-leash is in reality a very dangerous place for my dog because people are fucking stupid.
The gates aren’t self closing? That’s highly unusual.
No suggestions though except for the liberal application of a cattle prod.
The fucking moron who came up with the pinch zoom feature on windows eight needs to be shot and eaten. A computer is not a cell phone damn it.
There has to be at least 250-300 people on this floor. There is ONE sink in the lunch area.
So what the fuck is with these people who slowly and carefully wash out their tuperware and dishes, even when they know people are waiting to use the sink? This isn’t your fucking kitchen. You don’t get to spend 10 minutes making hot soapy love to your coffee mug while people wait.
Nope. And the gates have settled over the winter so you have to actually lift up the latch and make sure it closes properly. I watched a number of people pull the gate behind them, hear the “clink” then walk away while the gate swung back open.
I wrote angry posts on the park’s Facebook page and a letter to each of the city’s newspapers. I suggested that the City (who built the park) install gates with a self-closing spring mechanism, but we all know this cheap-ass town won’t do it.
Most dog parks I’ve been to even have signs asking people to please close one gate before opening the next, so leaving both gates open just magnifies the stupidity. And yes, self-closing gates would help if TPTB weren’t too cheap to implement them. I can get behind your rant. Double gates are an important safety feature that should be used properly. It’s unfortunate that so many people are too oblivious to be aware of this fact.
I’m totally blowing off steam but I swear, my husband’s days are numbered.
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My son just came home for leave this weekend, and he left today. I AM NOT HAPPY. So you being particularly obnoxious today is UNWANTED.
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Today is the busiest day of the last three months for work and you KNOW THIS. So why won’t you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to work and you won’t stop yammering at me about trivial bullshit. I CAN READ THE NEWSPAPER ALL BY MYSELF - YOU DON’T NEED TO DO IT FOR ME! ESPECIALLY WHEN I’M ON A DAMN CALL. Oh - you didn’t NOTICE? Me talking to OTHER FREAKIN PEOPLE? With the damn PHONE UP TO MY EAR?? WHO AREN’T IN THE ROOM WITH US? We call that a MEETING where people work. You don’t. Shut the hell up and sit down. And leave me the hell alone.
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Bring up the freakin taxes one more time you fucker and you’re out of here. You know FUCK ALL about them, you know fuck all about ANYTHING that involves keeping a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, the lights on, the gas on, and the rest of whatever infrastructure exists around here - shut the EVER LOVING HELL UP AND GO OUT TO THE GARAGE. Play with your stupid bullshit - but LEAVE ME ALONE!!
Gah - thanks. I feel a little bit better. And now I’m going to go drink one of the craft beers my son left behind that he didn’t finish and wait to hear from him when his plane lands.
GOD IT’S BEEN AN AWFUL DAY!!! I’m two seconds from crying. And then I won’t stop.
ETA - I forgot about the being totally stressed out wondering if I will get hired - the position opened up (I’m a temp) and I applied - so yeah - husband - back the everloving fuck off. I can’t even keep food down at this point. And if you ask me one more time if I’ve heard anything I will drop kick you.
OK, mother nature is funnin’ us. We have both a tornado warning and a blizzard warning for my county at the moment.
My husband is in the hospital with a partial bowel obstruction.
We all hope he doesn’t have to have another surgery, because they will have to send him to Denver or Salt Lake City to do it; the VA hospital here lost their fucking accreditation to do anything but minor surgeries here, and they haven’t done what’s needed to get it back. Both of those places are a minimum five-hour drive from here. :mad:
And they won’t pay the private hospital here with a new, shiny surgical TOWER, to do it either. :mad:
They think he will be OK if he doesn’t have anything to eat or drink by mouth for the next two days or so. Lots of IV liquids, though. He’s a poor baby for sure.