Why don’t you just call city hall and ask who the garbage handler(s) for the city are.
Did you use my mother’s favourite saying from when we used to get hurt as kids - “What did you do that for?” 
Mmm, dried field corn burning - that might smell okay.
Did you go with the always popular, “Nothing - you’re perfect the way you are”? 
It makes me feel like barfing - not very Nirvana-like!
Really pissed off for a friend. They used to work at a grocery store, and wasn’t given sick days. One day they were so sick with a cold they got sent home due to constant customer complaints - and then the grocery store fired them, and claimed they “had just cause” due to them not showing up for work and calling in sick, and so my friend isn’t getting unemployment.
It pisses me off so much and is everything that is wrong with this country that the poor are constantly getting stomped on over and over. I’ve been helping as best I can but I can barely pay my own bills as-is.
Classless people suck. They suck even more when they actively work to ruin the lives of those who they claim to love.
They also suck when they put me in a position where I have to lie because I can’t tell my boss “No, I won’t sign this documentation detailing the consequences and repercussions of the classless person incident because I was actively trying *not *to hear it, and besides the person speaking said consequences and repercussions was mumbling.” I’ll be signing it tomorrow but I’ll cross my fingers as I do it.
The full moon really does bring out all the crazies.
Pregnancy test lines vanished this morning and I’m currently in full-blast “this baby is toast” mode. Happily it’s happening too early to hurt. So far.
The biggest gripe is that my husband is coming down with a cold and is too miserable to baby me through it.
Sorry to hear that, Sattua. 
Well, sure.
But why is it cold and overcast inside your house?
Please tell your friend to appeal the decision immediately.
Sometimes, yes. 
I like the smell of wood smoke, but I’ve heard it can be bad for the lungs, and I have bad lungs.
You’ll “hear” that just about everything in the world is “bad for you”. Getting all stressed out about how EVERYTHING will harm you is IMO more harmful than a lot of the so-called “hazards”.
Yeah, well, as to the wood stove issue, there are people who vehemently insist that it’s not bad for you, and those who are just as insistent that it is bad for you. With my lungs, though, I prefer not to take chances.
I do like campfires though.
I would like to cordially pit the BART strike, BART management, the BART unions, and the fact that the Muni Metro, my only practical alternative, was not even letting patrons on the platform this evening because those trains were having some kind of problem (I guess) and the platforms were full.
I live in the city so the BART strike is not such a disaster for me as it is for those who need to get back and from between the city and the east bay. But really, the Muni Metro is the only practical alternative, and if that is going to suck worse than usual, I’m going to have to cry.
I took a bus as close to home as I could get, and phoned my SO to pick me up. I would have done the 40-minute walk, but after the 45-minute bus ride, I really had to pee. And no public restrooms in the area.
I sure hope they settle it this weekend or someone steps in and puts a stop to this, or else next week is going to suck big time.
Roddy
They’re trying, but it’s still a mess to get through, and appealing the decision doesn’t pay rent now. It’s basically a he-said-she-said scenario, and from what my friend says, there’s no real loss to the company to dick them over this way (I don’t know this for certain, having not been in the situation myself).
Someone has to be paid to attend the appeal, so that’s a small cost. Some companies say they’re going to fight it but don’t show up. Others keep lying 'til the bitter end. It’s always worth pushing back.
A company who creates unemployment claims will end up paying a higher unemployment insurance fee. Avoiding that is their motive. The appeals folks know that both sides have a reason to stretch things and habitual dick employers end up being known problems. So if nothing else, your friend will be helping the next person they fire for being sick.
Good luck to your friend.
Got home last night and some Mod had deleted Mr. I Can’t Be Happy Unless I’m Allowed To Hit Women and his two pit threads. Dammit, I was having fun in those threads.
The next person to have a loud, long, annoying cell phone conversation in the bus will have me singing a loud, long, annoying song into their free ear. I can’t decide between “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall,” “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,” or “The Song That Never Ends,” though.
**Please note: I will probably not actually do this.
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt gets my vote. They’re all annoying, but that’s the one most likely to get stuck in someone’s head for the rest of the day, and that’s really what you want. Punish them in the moment, sure, but make it last long after you’re gone, too.
Yabbut then she gets the earworm, too.
Unfortunately, that’s not what they’re talking about doing, because it’s not a simple Bartholin abscess. I don’t have a Bartholin gland to abscess, or at least I shouldn’t have one. What I have is some sort of abscess on/around the original incision site and a big indurated, fairly deep tract running about a couple inches down my perineum to the base of my butt cheek. If I have surgery (more on that later), they’ll have to open the entire thing up, scrape it out, freshen the margins of the tract so it will heal better, and either place a drain tube when they close me or just leave the incision open for a while, depending on how much tissue damage there is from the ongoing infections.
Right now, whether they’re actually taking me to surgery is still up in the air. I saw two doctors yesterday, got a thorough questioning about ulcerative colitis-type diseases and whether gas ever comes out of my vagina (I like to think I’d notice something like that and see a doctor about it, or at least mention it at some point as a symptom), had the rectal exam from hell (he says he was trying to find the inner edges of the abscess, but I’m fairly certain he was attempting to palpate my femoral head through my ass), and have a script for new antibiotics. Continue the soaks, take the meds, come back in two weeks, then they’ll either set me a surgery date or find some new stalling tactic.
And I understand their reluctance to go ahead with the surgery, I really do. It’s a messy, complicated case with a long, sucky recovery time, and right now with so much infection it’s going to be even messier and more complicated and more prone to problems. I’m no more anxious to have it done than they are to do it because it’s going to suck some serious rancid donkey balls . But this damn thing hurts, pretty much all the time. Most of the time it’s just a dull ache, but sometimes it’s bad enough to keep me awake at night. And frankly, my doctor here in town could put me on antibiotics and soaks and see if that takes care of it. She sent me to these people specifically so I wouldn’t have to suffer through months of “try everything else humanly possible” before having this thing actually dealt with.