Reddit’s broke. 
I’m gonna have to get off my ass and actually do something.
I just got back from the dermatologist. They shaved a mole off my back for testing, and put a bandaid on the spot with instructions for wound care. After 24 hours, I have to replace it daily and add a bit of polysporin.
Now, just how am I supposed to put a bandaid on my back? My husband could do it, but he’s gone for work by the time I’m getting in the shower every morning.
And to top it off, it’s right under a bra strap. This isn’t going to be fun.
My house is determined to drown. We moved in a year ago. Since then we have had:
- Dishwasher leaked water all over the kitchen. Had it repaired.
- A storm blew out a basement window and dumped water into the finished basement doing about $10K worth of damage. Still in the process of repairing.
- The sump pump died. Had that replaced.
- Battery died on the back-up sump pump. Replaced that.
5 Dishwasher leaked again. Repaired again. - Today I noticed something on the floor in the garage. Turns out it was part of the ceiling. Somewhere there is a leak on the part of the roof that is over the garage.
I swear it has gotten ridiculous. My wife is having nightmares and waking up in a panic nearly every night. We had an overflow pan installed under the water heater because you know that fucker is next.
Got a cute mailman? 
Yep. Plumbing problems next. I have sympathy.
I have these spots on my back that I have to cover with cream. I bought a back scratcher and smear the cream on the back of that. But I’m sure that doesn’t help your situation. 
With lowered expectations.
My poor kid. She is now residing with her boyfriend in a decent little apartment.
The have a wasp problem. They cannot access their deck due to the wasps. Building manager confirmed yeah, there is a problem, they have these bags down on the first level to trap them, etc. Well, it’s not working up on 3rd floor. Manager suggested they buy wasp killer and blew them off. They’ve gone through multiple cans and no change.
I suggested they contact a tenant advocacy group to see what can be done, as there is no way they should pay for an exterminator (which seems is the only thing to do, at this point).
She emailed an advocacy group, asking for assistance. First question was is she on the lease. She explained no, but the landlord does consider her a tenant (they wanted to put her on the lease, she declined - they accepted it)
This jackass responded with the most condescending screed - if I help pay my son’s rent, I’m not a tenant and neither are you, this is not your concern, I’m done talking to you.
JFC.
I adore her boyfriend, but he suffers from lackus spinulitis. Big time. He’s a jellyfish. So, I’m guessing they’re going to have wasps until the first good freeze.
They need to call the management company. Lie and say they are allergic to wasp stings(everyone, really is). Threaten a lawsuit if stung. Steps will be taken to remove the wasps, asap.
Waterproof band aid so it survives the shower? Then your husband can change it before you go to bed?
My boss’s new boss and his new boss are visiting yesterday and today. So, of course, they want to meet the team.
Yesterday, we met with just the boss’s boss in a conference room (less than 20 of us total) and the meeting lasted 4 hours. Didn’t finish up until 6:30. That was a “dry run” where my boss could find out from his boss what information would be best to present to the boss’s boss’s boss.
It was generally agreed that the overview portions of our presentations were good, but maybe we don’t need to get so detailed on everything.
A joke was made about the extremely long meeting, and the boss’s boss said, “Oh, I’m fine with timing, my flight doesn’t leave until late Friday night.”
The meeting starts at 3:30.
I had all the popcorn I ever needed when one Christmas holiday week at the theater we went through well over a tonne of the stuff. We were bringing in staff at 8AM to start popping, and the bins were empty by the end of the day. It was very fresh–the six kettles could not keep up with demand!
There is nothing like having to walk the half mile in the dark mall, surrounded by a half dozen ushers, with multiple money bags containing 50K in unmarked, non-sequential bills. There were no credit cards at the time.
If the bowl inside is rotating, it’s butter. If not, the closest it got to butter is passing a herd of cows on the highway.
I was a projectionist for a few years at a multiplex, and the experience at peak time was exactly as you describe it, down to the ushers escorting the manager to the other end of the mall with several zippered pouches. We did drops fairly regularly, so I don’t think there was ever 50k in the bags, but it was still a bit dodgy.
12 screens, 5 shows each. All sold out
And I was upstairs, praying to the gods of microswitches that we would have no film wraps…
When I re-enlisted in the Air Force, I was planning on going on vacation the day after my re-enlistment, and the Air Force gave me my reenlistment bonus. They offered to cut me a check, but I was in a hurry and told them I’d take cash. It’s a bit of a rush to be wandering around carrying $5000 in $20 bills.
Last year I withdrew $10k from savings to buy a car. The car was only $4k, but I was curious about how big a wad it would be in a variety of denominations.
Pretty big.
I redeposited $6k a few days later.
The last movie chain I worked for had a standing order to all managers that if we ever saw a overly large bill come by, it was to go into the safe and one of the woners would buy it out of the safe.
Said owner once showed me a $500 bill, and told me he had a few $1000 bills. I would be chucking moth balls into the safe to be sure…
I was happy buying the rare silver coin off the safe.
I was wondering why it took so song for the home page to load up today–until I looked and realized that the ad blocker was whacking 25000+ ads. Da Fuque?
Get him to dress your wound every morning and top it with something like shower shield picc line covers.protects it while showering, and then from being rubbed by the bra strap