The year starts in September, every knows that.
My mini-rant: There is a new building under construction right out my work window. A window that, miracle of miracles, I can open to enjoy the lovely September cool weather.
But not now. Not unless I want dust and diesel fumes. And even LOUDER construction noise. 
Hey, at least where you work when something is under construction, there’s actual construction being done on it. There was an inactive crane sitting on a half-finished tower outside the front door of my work, which had been sitting there inactive for 3 years. They finally pulled the crane down and covered up the nasty half-constructed look with a building-colored tarp. Seriously.
The main road leading into the parking area of my work has been shut down for “construction” for 3 months. East bound traffic is diverted into a westbound lane, while westbound traffic is narrowed to a single lane. This is a six-lane major thoroughfare. The company has a Security checkpoint for vehicles entering the property. The cones are laid out and lanes restricted at 10pm, opening again at 6am. Security regularly reports not a single worker on the road during the entire 8 hour shift. 3 months, and not one single thing has been done on that road!
I don’t have anything to REALLY rant about… but I hope to Og that we get some rain here in Texas this fall…
Usually our rainy season happens all throughout summer, into fall a little… but we have barely gotten anything and we are in a massive drought. Only allowed to water lawns at night, 2 days a week… and no washing cars, etc… which I have no problem with at all. If things don’t get better, the water restrictions are going to get even worse.
COME ON SEPTEMBER, BRING US SOME RAIN, PLEASE!
The struggle to find a new home for our anxiety support group continues. Since we lost our charitable donation number through mismanagement by the former group leader (why would someone who has worked in accounting for 50 years know that a charitable organization has to file taxes?), we had to leave our last home because we couldn’t afford it. My sister found us a nice home at her church. That would have been okay, except in the three years we’ve been there, they have been systematically trying to force us to leave - I guess it was really our fault, for not specifying when we agreed to rent a room from them that we needed for there to NOT BE CLOG-DANCERS IN THE NEXT ROOM! They’ve moved us from night to night to night, and now we’re on Monday nights, where half of our meetings get cancelled because of holidays. And they raised the rent. And we keep getting snotty emails from their church secretary. Hell, we should stay there just to piss them off.
I found a gorgeous church room that has a nice central location and is very easy for me to get to (our current location is a looong way for me to drive); I’ve tried three times now to get an agreement with their secretary to use the room. She forgets who I am the second I leave her office. She’s old, though - I should keep checking back to see if she’s retired yet and they’ve hired someone competent. 
I’m currently in negotiations with yet another church to rent a room from them - we need liability insurance, apparently. We don’t have it, we won’t be getting it. Oh well. Next!
My toilet is broken. Yesterday the lever inside broke off from the handle. Today for some reason the water in the tank won’t stop running. I tried calling my super but he’s apparently only part time and at his other job today. So I tried turning off the water to the toilet and the knob snapped off. Looking at it there’s old adhesive on it. So it looks like it was broken before and someone just glued it back on. I’ve called the management company and they’re supposed to be getting back to me with some sort of solution. Dammit I had things to do this afternoon before my nightshift. Now I’m sitting in my apartment waiting for them to find a plumber.
Thank you! I was getting really tired of opening a thread with UTI in the title. gack
Am I the only one that finds it highly hillarious that all this anxiety producing stuff is happening to an anxiety support group? It must be KILLING you all. I mean that in the politest way possible, not as a slight to the group in any way.
Oh, we’re aware of the irony.
I pit porn for having become so goddamned boring. I remember how something as simple as a Playboy centerfold used to give me brain tingles. Now, the only thing left that has any charge in it is erotic fiction, because at least THAT lets me use my imagination.
(Of course, not ALL of it’s boring. SOME of it is disturbing. People do things in porn nowadays that are so strange that I am mystified by the idea that anyone thinks those things are sexy. What’s with all the spitting, for example?)
Perhaps I could interest you in a thread with the phrase “yeast infection” in the title? 
I would really love it if I could tell someone about my limitations without being told I’m lazy or something similar. I’m trying to say that I can’t physically handle some jobs, not that I want to sit on someone’s couch eating Cheetos all day.
I’m still trying to figure out why I’m a child when the other guy was playing a literal genie. If you’re going to insist on speaking in code, give me the code key, alright? Don’t have a temper tantrum about my lack of psychic abilities.
I would also be glad if I wasn’t blamed for someone else’s mistake. Or told that I was being lazy because I’m not willing to call someone 20 billion times about something…when that something is not going to take any less time no matter how many times I call them. Some stuff takes time, and doing the grown-up version of “Are you done yet? Are you done yet? Now? How about now? Are you done yet?! wahhhh” isn’t going to speed anything up.
This is the same set of people that scoffed at me when I said that you can lose job/other opportunities by pestering people, though. Maybe I’m asking for too much from them.
I’d start giving each reply a signature that’s a Bible quote that says Jesus thinks she’s going to hell for being such a bitch.
I just pretended someone was complaining about the first *Unreal Tournament *game.
Pretty sure you’re just pitting yourself for becoming more sexually experienced. So, um, if you’d rather be a virgin who’s never so much as seen a woman naked in person, I guess that’s your perogative?
I just made a horrible snorting/choking noise from laughing at this.
I’m really glad the UTI is done. Those things make me squeamish.
My mini-rant situation actually started back in August but it’s got me totally ticked for September. Let me explain.
PennDOT is having their semi-annual You Can’t Get There From Here festival and every short route home through town is either closed or suffers horrible construction traffic backups that make walking seem a better alternative.
Now combine that with this:
They’re building a $980,000 completely unnecessary round-about on the main highway on-ramp I use to get home from the office. This means I get to take a two-mile detour completely out of my way to get on the highway. The good news is the locals clued me in on the quickest detour. The one recommended by PennDOT is a mile and a half longer and requires you to cross oncoming traffic.
Oh and the air show is coming next week. This will mean more road closures while the flight display teams practice.
Oh and this construction will be ongoing until October. Maybe even mid-October. The good news is my company’s busy season hits the 2nd or 3rd week of October. At least I won’t be stuck in traffic detour hell while putting in 60 hour weeks.
You know, I thought the U.S. was headed down the tubes because of the economy. But when I see they can spend almost a million bucks on a round-about we don’t need, I think we must still be a rich country.
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We were supposed to have our roof done yesterday but the crew foreman allegedly had an emergency and/or they couldn’t locate a big garbage bin, so they rescheduled to today.
Cut to today and they finally admit they can’t get a hold of their crew, but swear they’ll show up tomorrow with their most reliable crew and knock $400 off the price.
We’ll see. On the up side, our new neighbor’s renovation of the house is almost finished, and her contractor said that if it falls through, let him know and he’ll get it done for us. Shoulda thought to talk to him in the first place.
The football kids have started showing up in the ER on backboards, sigh.
September means hockey season is only a month away! Yeah!
I don’t really have anything to rant about either, well maybe this crampy pain in my stomach area that won’t go away. It’s above my stomach, more like just below my breastbone. I swear I took my heartburn medicine this morning…
Oh, I get it.
The sooner it starts, the sooner it will be over, right?
Attention, skin. You belong to a 30-mumble-year-old woman. Stop doing teenager-y things. :mad:
Look, bitch. I didn’t take for granted that you could change a hundred; I just gave it a shot and asked. All you had to say was “I can’t change a hundred.” I’ve worked retail too; I know how it goes. Your high-strung tirade was not necessary.
In two weeks, half the train line between the city and the terminus will be shut down for an upgrade.
For seven. Fucking. Months.
Fuck you anyone who wants to get to the city in a timely fashion. Have a replacement bus, that you then have to transfer to a train halfway along the line. People at the end of the line will get an express bus to the transfer point, but any fucker who lives anywhere between the two points has to get a “Hey, we’ll stop at ERRY STOP” bus. Rassir frassin mother fuckin’ rgaggg.