I am preemptively pitting the next two months of political shit from every direction. I would like nothing more than to not interact with anyone, in any way, in any medium, for the next two months. Perhaps I should go find a cave somewhere…
Goddammit - I have never heard a cat scream before, and I never want to hear it again. My cat got her toes stuck in the new cat door we just installed - we kind of had to jam them in even further to get them out, and it was horrible. She seems to be doing okay now - she’s walking on that foot and is sleeping on the couch with me now, but damn, that shouldn’t have happened. We’ve sawed off the bottom of the cat flap now so that they shouldn’t be able to get their feet stuck again.
The “funny” part of this? The name brand of the pet door is “Pet Safe.” :mad:
Poor kitty. 
And poor you!
I would be so outraged at this. Actually, I am seriously outraged for you. Poor kitty and poor you. I hope you have sent an email to the company. I just looked at them and they look like they have stiff doors. That must have made the rescue even harder.
Its so good that this happened when you were home. Not that its good or anything…but…holy cow…it could have been so much worse.
Dear School Crossing Guard;
Please note the first word on your stylish neon lime vest is “school”. Not just crossing guard, but someone specifically there to take care of the school kids when they leave at the end of their day (the two or three of them who don’t go home by car that is). School is not yet out, you can tell by the line up of mommies blocking the boulevard with their idling SUVs. You should also be able to tell that the three folks you just “guarded” across the intersection weren’t school kids. So…
Why in hell did you have to hold up the left turning traffic until each and everyone of those three people - two heading one way, the third the other - were on the sidewalk? One car out of the five or six waiting to turn left made it thru the intersection before the light turned green for the cars going the other way. I am so glad I was going straight thru and not trying to turn left.
I’ve always avoided that intersection due to the traffic jam the waiting mommies make, now I have to worry about some daft crossing guard blocking traffic for “civilians”?
So…between the two of you there was a huff and a puff?
Gee, I hope nobody loses his home over this.
Maybe they could have reduced your confusion if they had called them “Pet Vault.”
Poor kitty!! I cant figure out how she’d have done that though - did she stick a testing paw through? I have one of those going between the house and the screened porch, and I have 7 cats who use it all the time. I’ve not had a problem with it, thank goodness. It’s also held up well to the attacks of Rose, who likes to go through it at about mach 3. (One more picture, because the ultra-udgy look on her face cracks me up 
) Hope your girl is ok now (and will use the door that bit her).
And yes, that scream is so awful - I had one of mine get a claw stuck in a screen as she tried to flee from something, and she was basically dangling by her claw + terrified of whatever it was (can’t remember now). Trying to get her unhooked while not getting flayed myself, plus crying as I did it because she was in such a state… not fun.
Are they paying you back? Seems to me you can extend the lesson, in a positive way, by using the $$$ for helping your rescues and letting the boys know they helped save some kitties.
Oh yeah - we try to put the cats back in the house before we go, but sometimes I leave them in the yard if I’m just going to be gone for a short while. Kitty screaming in the back yard for an hour - a very, very bad thing.
Well, she was good and trapped alright.
That’s what we think - she was messing with it and got stuck, and cat’s paws and claws being as they are, she couldn’t pull it out again.
I hate it when the crossing guards do that - do I look like a seven-year old? I am perfectly capable of crossing the street by myself - save your guarding duties for when there are kids needing to cross. What really bugs me is that the crossing guards here are also kids - I really don’t need to be instructed on crossing a street by a kid.
Horrible. You’ve brought back memories of another woman in her 40’s.
It was a Chinese Buffet, with a large sign at the front door: no boxes, no take home food.
The woman in question had recently had bariatric surgery, therefore she could not eat all of the food she had taken and she wanted to take it home for her kids. The Chinese Buffet would not bring her a box
It became a public argument with the waitress, the hostess and then the manager, with both her and then my father-in-law vehemently arguing with them as the three restaurant workers bowed and apologized and danced around us and tried to make amends. You see, *she *hadn’t seen the sign, therefore *she *should be able to take home her food. It was…awkward.
My husband and I tried arguing that we had seen the sign, and that buffets as a rule don’t let you take home food…but she just couldn’t see past the fact that it was different for her.
Right now I fucking hate the fucking world and every motherfucker in it, largely due to PMS, but my period isn’t supposed to come for almost a week, and I don’t know how I’m going to get through that time without punching some motherfucker right in the face. Preferably someone at my health insurance or spending account company. Today I spent approximately 10 eons trying to submit a claim and upload receipt images, and I literally had to stop, scream, and find something unbreakable (settled on a tissue box) to slam against the desktop for 30 seconds to vent a small percentage of my frustration.
Also, I just discovered some of our windows (and possibly the inside of the walls adjacent) are rotten, and I shudder to think how much fucking money that’s going to cost.
Also, I just finished A Dance with Dragons, and George needs to fucking write faster and stop wasting time telling me about a bunch of assholes I don’t care about such as the retarded heir of Dorne.
Nice mini-rant, Unauthorized Cinnamon - I think you’ve really captured the spirit of these kind of threads. 
It’s bad enough when people are on their cell phones in the public restrooms. But this takes the cake: lady with child in the handicap stall ON HER SPEAKER PHONE.
I tried to flush really loud to shame her, but she flushed right after me and kept having the conversation. With a guy. So I guess they’re, you know, really familiar with one another.
Listen, heifer at the Post Office: It’s not the office’s fault there is a line. There are two people working, which is all there is space for in this small building. Instead, bitch at the guy at the counter who
- Doesn’t know how much the money order is supposed to be
- Doesn’t know how much money he needs (despite being told multiple times)
- Is short on the money needed, so the clerk brought out her purse and donated to his cause
- Once she finished the money order, he realizes it for the wrong amount
- When told he needs more money, he hems and haws then pulls out his wallet full of cash (seriously, dude??)
- Complains about how the clerk doesn’t know what she is doing
- Then, when the transaction is complete, just stands there. The clerk asks if there is anything else he needs, he says no… and still stands there
OR, you can bitch at the entitled woman who had her mail on hold and is too special to wait in line to pick it up. The other clerk was trying to help those in line, but this broad walked up and demanded her mail NOW. The guy in front of me was nice enough to let her in, as she was starting to create a scene (oh, it’s YOUR car parked outside the door in the fire lane. Gotcha.)
If you feel like waiting in line for five minutes is just too long, you came to the wrong place. There’s another office a few miles away where you may not have to wait. Maybe. Leaving in a huff, stating loudly that “You have better things to do!” doesn’t mean squat to anyone, sweet cheeks.
Geez, I wonder if that’s the same old geezer asshole who was once in line in front of me at the Rainbow service counter.
Orders a ton of different lottery tickets, pulling the “ask for 3, pay for them, ask for 2 more, pay for them” crap. Then stands there blocking the register sorting them and looking them over despite having 4-5 people in line behind him. Next person walks up next to him, gets something, pays for it and leaves. I start to move up to that spot and he slides over in front of me. Clerk asks me what I want. I tell her, she gets it, asks for my money. I can’t hand it to her because dickweed is in the way. I say “excuse me” several times.
THEN he wakes up and starts yelling at me about how I need to wait my turn. :rolleyes:
I said something about how it -was- my turn and he carried on like I was the one being the epic level jackass. :smack:
God forbid I ever lose my conscience and become a sociopath, or I’d kill people like that for sport.
You’ve got my backing. If I was Queen of the World, I’d take the lottery ticket sales out of general cashiering and only sell them in special places, so no one trying to pay for their gas would ever have to wait behind lottery ticket buyers again.
Haha, true, true, unfortunately…and it just clicked in my head that maybe this should’ve gone in the workplace griping section, but, oh well. A rant is a rant. And I won’t be forced to do the work much longer, since I’ve ended the contract and it’ll be up in a couple weeks 
Morgyn–I absolutely do not want to meet him anywhere, amen to that, and thanks for your concern. My SO and a woman who is practically my second mother are both saying “DO NOT DO IT,” not to mention the red flags going off in my own head. Tough shit if he wants to meet. For once I’m happy parking sucks here on game days.
bobKitty–that sounds like those sports teams they try to get little kids to sign up for at about age 6, then you find out all the other kids have been playing since age 4. Been there, done that with soccer myself. I hope it gets easier on you!
Cat Whisperer–I feel so bad for your poor kitty! 
Sending hugs her way…
Too many little stupid things happened in a short amount of time tonight. I got stuck behind someone going 35 mph when the speed limit was 45 mph for about the last 3-4 miles on my way home from buying some new burner trays for my stove after work. The old burner trays already caught fire once this weekend and cleaning them didn’t help, so I don’t want to cook anything with the burners until they’ve been replaced. Got home and found out the ones I bought are too small to fit. Made a sandwich for dinner instead of the spaghetti that I really wanted, poured some water, and then realized the water pitcher had fucking mold or mildew in it. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
I asked my husband to tighten my rear view mirror and the next thing I know, the windshield is shattered. Sigh, I can’t afford a new windshield right now, dammit.