where im at they do that for various police/fire department charities and breast cancer ones also they’ll clog up the answering machine/voice mail too since they wont repeat the name no less than 9 times
I’m an artist, and yesterday I had to get a 48" square piece of plywood for my new piece. So I got one at Home Depot. It never occurred to me that I couldn’t fit it into my car. I tried the hatch and I tried behind the front seats. It was just too big. So I took it into the store and gave it to the guy operating the wood cutter. I told him I needed to make it a 45" square. I said just take 3" off one side, then do the same to an adjacent side. He started out cutting 3" off one side, vertically. At this point I wasn’t paying attention, because I didn’t see him turning the wood, then making a horizontal cut. So now the wood is 48" x 42". I tried explaining what he did wrong, but then decided I’ll use it as is. My hands were frozen and I just wanted to get home. So with a lot of finagling, I managed to fit my design into 48" x 42".
Buy the new furnace and take it with you since you’re selling the house as a tear down. If your new house doesn’t need a newer one than you just sell the extra one for a bit less than what you bought it for (since you will have used it for a year or two.)
I’d like to find the fucker that decided that “warmest regards” is a proper closing for a business letter and beat him with a chain. If you’ve blown off my emails for the past two days until I get your supervisor involved or you’re emailing me to say that delivery has slipped for the third week in a row, I’m not feeling your warm regards at all. I feel you regard me as some sort of annoyance you have to put up with. And I’m fine with that. But I do not want your warm fucking regards. Asshole.
The collective shit-for-brains at my former dentist’s office – the place that completely fucked up my teeth, I might add – just sent my mother a bill for nearly $300. Turns out they never received the insurance company’s portion of the payment for the last work Mom had done there in July (Blue Cross won’t deal with these assholes directly, imagine that), but they also failed to send her a bill because of a mix-up in transitioning to a new billing system. Oh, about $80 of that bill is a late fee, because Mom failed to pay the bill they didn’t send. :rolleyes: She talked to the office today to try to sort this out, and they claim they’re going to remove the late fee from the account. She’s sending payment tomorrow only for the outstanding bill – not the late fee – along with a letter detailing the phone conversation from today.
This is one of the drawbacks of bohemian, hyphen-free living. An “electric kitty-heating mat” has clear meaning.
(Hyphens are my minirant.)
Oops, I mean “hyphen free living”
dear state of California county of los angeles medi-cal Medicaid bastards
Might I inquire as why you need to know amount of the few piddling cents I have left in my woeful excuse for a bank account? We both know I don’t have or make enough of anything to hit the income amount of being cut off for the medical program
And we both know theres 8 (at least)well documented legal ways that I qualify for the program and the federal government and CA state law that insists that I have membership in such a program
I sent you the proof that MY income is paid through the SSA which is all you said needed Now I have to find a printer that works print out 5 pages of BS from bank of America (the actual statement is a page in a half the rest is advertising for this service or that )or pay another 5 dollars for them to send me another ………
If I didn’t need a new pair of glasses and my teeth fixed and The ssa instience that need to see a doctor at least 3-4 times a year id tell you what you could do with your requirements oh and could you tell mr unhelpful learned his English from hong kong action movies to take speech and customer service classes the newly arrived Chinese teen on a bike from down the block is more polite and understandable than he is
with the coldest disinterest humanly possible -me
That works, too. My grammar rant is the apparently difficult-to-master (?) use of the apostrohe.
Make that “punctuation” for the pedantic amongst us.
And “apostrophe” for the spelling geeks among us.
I knew that!
A local high school will apparently be selling trees as part of a fundraiser, according to a sign they hung on their fence this week. Specifically, they will be selling “Frasier Fur’s”.
Someone took it down before I could get a picture.
Could you please ask if the furs come from free-range frasiers or caged frasiers? My nauga hide jacket is wearing out and I could use a replacement, but I refuse to buy from schools that use cruel harvesting methods.
I thought about calling the school to find out if these were just traditional coats and stoles, or if I could also buy hats and other winter gear.
I believe a caged Frasier is called a Niles.
My Goodnes’s!
My internet died for 3 hours tonight.
We have a brand new netgear router. I pay monthly for the highest amount of gerbil juice for a residence. We 3 pc junkies all have decent pcs as in set up for game playing and running Windows 10.
I called the help line after 3 router resets (including restarting my pc and at least one child resetting his pc so we knew for sure blahblah).
Lukas was nice. And as helpful as he could be. Especially despite having to hear the Cockatoo scream in the background and put up with my teeth clenched assessments.
After calling (during) suddenly we had internet.
Fucking throttling.
I suggested our local Mediacom pushed as, well it is, the only internet connection might need more servers. Satellite service sucks when weather gets bad let alone the limits on content. I’ll shut down watching Netflix or Prime Video if that means my kids can kill stuff on their games. But I would like to be able to read FB or other forums. Lukas just "hehe’d " me which I expected. And why I was polite the whole “do this” and he got to skip a ton of steps because I had already tried them.
An hour later and we are still up and running but this has bee a thing and not just on the weekends.
I’m pretty much never at home; most of my work is “at the customer’s location” and my customers have a bad custom of not being located close to my house, very impolite of them.
Last August I was on vacation and having work done on the house (redid the heating and the kitchen). On the weekend, the net worked just fine. Come monday shit-o’clock, no worky. Both customer service and incidents only work M-F 8-6, with a break for lunch because heeeey apparently they’re located in Madrid, where those are considered normal working hours. Call incidents. Get told not this number. Reach in through phone, grab escaping humanoid by ear, get other number (not listed on website). Other number goes 
and transfers me to an incidents tech, after making sure I had the correct number for incidents and apologizing for the aforementioned humanoid. Service magically clears while the tech is saying “no, no, we don’t have any recorded incidents in the area…” (maybe you should record this one then?).
Repeat on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, minus humanoids. I ask to have a tech sent over. Nope, it’s my dog’s fault. I don’t have a dog. Well, you see, sometimes pets touch the router. I don’t have a pet unless you count my brothers and they’re 500km away. Well, if you switch the router off and back on let’s see what happens. OK.
I’m still in my seat when I see the lights on the router change from “I’m connected to the line but the line isn’t connected to anybody” to “chugging along merrily”. Gosh, you must have done something because the lights just all came on! See, I told you it was a pet or something, maybe you hit it while mopping. Eeeeh, no, that was you, I didn’t do anything. Yes, you switched it on and off, like I said, and that did it! I wasn’t planning on discussing my relationship with my dust bunnies with that guy (and I’m reasonably sure the bunnies aren’t hefty enough to be noticeable to a router), but I definitely did discuss their own offers with other ISPs.
I hate all of them. I just hate some of them less than others part of the time, but I hate all of them.
So I’m at my local frozen yogurt shop yesterday. I see a new flavor called Vanilla Almond.
OK, I’ll try some of that.
I fill the cup, it’s one of those make it yourself places with a dozen different flavors. I thought the color looked wrong, really dark, but maybe the almond component is brownish. So I pay, take a table and start to eat my snack.
It’s chocolate.
I walk back to the pumps, cup in hand, and call over the clerk or yogurt chef or whatever they call the people in the pink hats.
Me: Excuse me ma’am, this handle says Vanilla Almond but I got chocolate.
Her: Are you sure you used that handle.?
Me: Yes
Her: You’re sure you didn’t use the middle one? ( which would’ve give a chocolate/ vanilla almond swirl ). The yogurt in my cup was distinctly one flavor.
Me: Yes
The clerk then took a tasting cup and pulled some yogurt from the pump and looked at it.
Her: Well, that’s Vanilla Almond then. The color is just darker than you’d expect.
Me: I know the colors are sometimes off. That’s why I didn’t think anything of it when I checked out. But I tasted it. It’s chocolate.
Her: Pointing at sign on pump. No, it’s Vanilla Almond. ( note that she made no attempt to taste what was in the cup she was holding.)
She starts to leave an return to the cash register. Now I’m getting pissed.
Me: ( in a raised voice, not really yelling but loud enough for other customers to hear ). Ma’am, I know the difference between chocolate and vanilla. This is chocolate.
Her: Well, if you don’t like the Vanilla Almond you can get another cup.
So I tossed the cup of chocolate and picked another flavor, I really don’t like chocolate yogurt.
About 10 minutes later I observed the clerk creep to the pumps, taste the “Vanilla Almond” and disappear into the back. After glancing at me and noticing that I was deep into a book. But I saw it.
But this was really infuriating. And I’m going to write it up on Yelp. Even though I hate it when people use Yelp to bitch about a one-off incident. But even though I’ve met the owners and they know me as a regular I don’t have any way to reach them. But I know they read Yelp. And this REALLY got under my skin.
Gaslighting: now with yoghurt!
I go to this little café near my house. For a variety of reasons, there’s really no equivalent alternative. And it’s great, except for this one guy. There’s always one, isn’t there?
Whenever he appears, he coincidentally makes straight for the centre of the café, and, using his outdoor-in-a-gale voice, proceeds to hold forth to whoever will listen. He usually has a couple of cronies, though they rarely speak. What would be the point?
If his friends are unavailable, this man will direct his inane yet stentorian blather at anyone who can be cornered, whether customers or staff. He won’t talk at me, because I had the temerity to indicate that I would rather continue what I was in the middle of when he walked over than listen to him babble on about his washing machine or whatever the boredom of the day was. (I also offended one of his lonely friends, who, lost without the verbiage of Senile Nestor, came over to me with some cartoon book he’d picked up at a yard sale of the “Men are like this, but women are like that” type.* “What do you think of this?” he asked, interrupting my reading. “Seems kind of sexist,” I said honestly. Another potential friend lost, but I already know enough people with poor social skills.)
Because the man is elderly and clearly a Local Fixture, he seems beloved (or at least be-tolerated) by all, but he really gets on my nerve. I just want to shout “IF YOU CAN’T KEEP IT UNDER 100 DECIBELS, YOU NEED TO TAKE IT OUTSIDE, AND YES I REALIZE THE IRONY OF MY SHOUTING AT THIS VOLUME.”
*The book: I can’t speak to the gender dynamics of the yard sale.