I had never seen that commercial before. Fortunately, there’s no wiring in my attic, and the entry the first time they got in it was by tearing off a section of the soffit, and replacing it was covered by my HOA.
Maybe I should have switched to Allstate. My homeowners insurance does not cover damage due to animal invasion (believe me, I checked).
You’re actually lucky in a way that it’s raccoons and not mice. At least the point(s) of entry should be easy to find. Field mice can get in through almost any kind of little crack.
My previous house had a garden shed in which I stored various items like summer patio furniture over the winter, including foam-filled covers for chairs and loungers. One spring I opened the door and the entire shed was knee-high in shredded foam. It was the damn raccoons, which were abundant in that area because of an adjacent large green space that was basically a mini-forest. They were notorious for getting into garbage, too. The city eventually distributed raccoon-proof containers for “wet” garbage. And … the raccoons got into them, too, figuring out the “racoon-proof” latches and then holding woodland seminars to teach all the other raccoons. The city eventually had to recall the containers and issue Raccoon-proof Containers Version 2".
Of course the v2.0 racoons ate heartily from those no doubt.
I’m trying to decide how mini a rant this is. The paper towels in the bathrooms at work keep getting flimsier and flimsier. Two changes ago they started ripping when you try to pull them from the dispenser, so there are stacks of them around the sinks.
After this last change, you can’t pick up only one from the stack once your hands are wet. The dampness from your hands soaks down through two or three plys, even though they’re tri-folded. That’s not as bad as it could be because you need at least two to have a hope of getting your hands dry.
Very mini, I thing. But geez that’s cheap.
Of course now that three towels are wasted for each one used means that their actual costs are higher. Plus of course more labor is needed to replace more of them more often.
Lose lose for them. And you.
I have a big project currently going on at work. I shutdown our highest capacitized line to install equipment. And during this shutdown, I got strep. AHH. My shutdown started Saturday and I was fine. Sunday I started feeling sick. I stumbled through Monday at work. Tuesday I could barely swallow, my throat was so swollen. I went to the clinic after spending most of the day at work. They swabbed my poor, harrassed throat, gave me a steroid to help with the swelling and sent me off with antibiotics.
So I spent a least a day an half at work possibly contagious because of a shutdown I felt I couldn’t miss. I am the worst.
No you are not the worst. You have the worst luck.
And any project that expensive / important to your employer should not have been dependent on any one person. That proves they have really crappy risk management skills. That they have made you feel guilty for their failings just compounds their crime; it ought not compound your discomfort.
What @LSLGuy said. We are often made to feel like work is more important than our health, so of course we try to stay tough and stick through it. Blame your bosses, not yourself.
I am absolutely brain dead today. Exhausted from being sick, better but not better. I may have to cash in on those antibiotics because the steroids aren’t quite doing it. Maybe there is some bronchitis. Four hours of meetings today, and during one of them, one of my coworkers in the know asked for an update about my son. Instant freak out. I don’t even know why. I just felt put on the spot in front of some people I barely know. I’ve felt shaky ever since. This was never meant to be water cooler conversation. But one of my coworkers has an adult autistic son so she’s standing there in this group meeting giving this tearful testimonial about her experience and how it’s not a bad thing and I was just like oh God I am not ready for this conversation. For some reason whenever I say the words “My son is autistic,” they hear the words, “Our lives are over.”
Just today I can’t deal. I’m sleep deprived and barely recovering.
In a couple hours I gotta pick up the Wee Weasel and cook dinner and I feel like I’m gonna collapse. Sometimes you just gotta go through the motions to get to point B.
I was having a reasonably good day working from home. Then, the system we use to enter applications and renewals gave me about a minute of non responsive spinning circle on the screen. Then, it booted me. This happens occasionally. I tried again. I am coming up on almost an hour of waiting on the spinning circle. I put the caller on hold and called the higher ups. I was told all I could do is be patient. This is very frustrating. Also, I’m not sure what to do if quitting time comes and the circle is still spinning- as seems likely.
FUCK insurance and their fucking formularies.
Just had to pay full price for 2 insulin prescriptions thanks to their fucking idiocy.
After having a hankering for a burger for days now, decided to go get one and, just for convenience and for something different, thought I’d make one of my very rare visits to McDonald’s for a quarter-pounder BLT. Imagine my surprise to be informed that their grill was bust and the only thing they could serve was chicken! This is the same place I ranted about before that always has inexplicably long lineups. Another time they couldn’t serve Coke because something else was broken. The traffic volume through this place is so high that these breakdowns must be costly for them, and I can only assume they’re caused by amount of use (plus the fact that they’re open 24x7). No problem, went and got a BK Whopper which was tastier than the McD-burger would have been anyway.
You don’t say what the problem was, but if it’s any consolation, here in Ontario seniors’ public drug coverage has a formulary, too. It’s pretty comprehensive, but not everything is on it – in particular, for some drugs certain dosages are covered but others are not, which is one of the most idiotic things I’ve ever heard of.
I grew concerned as quitting time was coming up and the system was still frozen. I called the supervisor line again. I got complelely different advice. The first time I was told all I could do was be patient. The second time, I was given useful advice- like close the browser window and try again. I am currently working on the renewal of the world’s most patient caller. I should be done around 6 pm.
Nobody should have to pay anything for fucking insulin, IMO. This system is so fucked.
Just call in sick on the day.
I don’t think I have any sick days left.
“I’m out of sick days. So I’m calling in dead” is a long-standing meme in the USA for a reason. That is in fact the stated goal of most employers: work the workers to death, ignore the body count and get some new ones. There will always be more.
Jeebus christ. You can’t buy a break this week.
I stopped at Chipotle in Louisville yesterday. They were out of mild salsa, barbacoa, and iced tea-not “hold on we’ll make it”, but completely unavailable. I’m frequently in Evansville, Indiana and have given up on the Chipotle there. They didn’t have lettuce for the last 2 years - I’m there 2/month so I assure you I am not exaggerating. I’m not sure how a national chain consistently has such supply issues.
And then it got worse! Apparently I’m mildly allergic to amoxicillin now? Broke out in a rash all over my face and neck (that I didn’t notice at first) today and got sent home from work by my boss’s boss. I went back to the clinic to find out what was going on with my face and scored some new antibiotics. Awesome. The rash is still spreading, btw. And itchy. But at least I’m not swelling in important areas, like my lips, tongue, or throat.
And thanks to you both for putting me right. I’m not irreplaceable at work.
Rest! Rest! Rest! Seriously. I’m reading a book right now about the importance of rest. The more we miss out on rest, the less likely we are to heal.
In that spirit, I took it as easy as possible today. I didn’t have much control over my morning childcare and running my kid to therapy, but when I got back home I was able to chill. Rest doesn’t always look like sleep, sometimes (for me) it means putting down my damned phone and doing some light housework. I still got winded throwing some laundry in the washer, so it’s threading a fine needle** sometimes between resting your body and resting your brain. I did a little, but not everything.
In your case you’ve been stressed at work a lot and I’m sure it has affected your physical health as well.
**I’m too tired to be certain this is a real expression. Maybe I just invented it. Like my husband who mixes up expressions all the time, “We have to put our butts to the metal,” I think that was one of my favorites.