It’s time to set up hidden cameras in your office and start marketing this as a reality show.
Man I was just going to say that this confirmed the need to the have a separate grandboss thread but I like the reality show much better!
In other news and a far more minor rant, apparently today my thumb is determined to hit “space” right after I’ve typed the initial letter of the next word.
Everything I’m dealing with this morning is coming out like this:
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What’s worse?
Leave the cats on a diet and continue making them miserable or let them off the diet and risk unhealthy cats? They basically walk around the house all day long mewing for food every half an hour.
Sigh.
I keep forgetting to rant about this, and now that I’ve thought about it for a couple of days, my anger has cooled off. We found out that a ten dollar bill we have is a counterfeit bill, and should be turned into the bank (which I assume will be a loss of ten dollars to us). This made me very mad at first, but now I think it was a ten dollar lesson in looking at your bills carefully before accepting them, which is actually a fairly good value.
So, in other words, all counterfeiters can die in a fire, but I’ve learned a valuable lesson.
This is a classic and should be bronzed! Thanks, Ms. Violet Equinefootwear.
Bri2k
WTF man, now you’ve all gone and spread it to my child!
Just got back from the doctor with a bottle of Suprax and a brand new Elmo sticker. 120 bucks poorer. THANKS A LOT!
Dear Grandpa,
No, I’m not going to my cousin’s wedding this Saturday. My mother and sisters are not going either.
You know why?
BECAUSE THE BITCH RESCHEDULED!
It’s not because she’s a cunt and we hate her (although that is true).
It’s not because we just don’t feel like going (although this is also true).
It’s because she was supposed to be getting married in mid-late 2012 and she randomly changed it. I was a bit surprised to get an invitation in the mail.
None of us like this little douche but we would all go to her wedding, if only to make you happy. But, we CAN’T go and our reasons really are none of your fucking business. If we say we can’t fucking go, you should believe us and not assume the worst of us.
Go ahead and hate me. Feel free to cut me out of your will, though I doubt I was in it anyway. I really don’t fucking care. You and my cousin and her big sister are opinionated jerks and I’m sick of trying to make you think I’m worthy of your attention.
My other cousins, the ones you don’t speak to because of their religion, are nice people who treat me well, even though I’m agnostic. THEY don’t let their religion get in the way of their familial relationships. That was all on you. The granddaughters you dote on are both manipulating twats who treat their mother like dirt. You are all perfect for each other.
Leave me alone and get stuffed. All of you.
I’m a squirrel that’s been living in Anne’s porch roof, stealing her wireless, and hacking her accounts. She’s a BITCH! She put this cage thing outside my home in the roof. I went out to check it out, and now I CAN’T GET OUT! Evil bitch! If she walks under this cage thing, I’m going to pee on her. She let her evil cats chase me away from the big window (where it was warm) all winter, too.
I got Cipro. Yay!
PA comes back in to the exam room after reviewing my urinalysis results. Never good when they’re eyes get big like “holy cow!!”
“Yeah, you definitely have a UTI. Looks like it must be pretty painful.”
Yes. Yes it is.
Maybe we need a sticky that August mini-rants is some kind of biohazard.
I never realized my posts were so powerful. Maybe I’ll win the lottery this month, so I can start the September mini-rant thread about how much taxes they take out, and then everyone will win the lottery!
Anyone want to take a guess what was in my mail from my ISP today?
Anyone?
I called them, asked what in the name of holy hell is their deal? They had no record they sent me a new modem, still have me set to rent one. The credit is still showing for next month. I’ll gladly send this one back, what do you want me to do with the dead one? Send it back, too. No room in the box. Uhh…
Now I’m waiting for them to call me back.
Lord love a duck, they’re dumb.
And this is exactly why I hate it. It’s not my job as a web site putter-together (I’m not a designer, engineer or any of those other things, I just know how to spruce up other people’s templates and install CMSes and make it all work) to hijack people’s browsers and impose my idea of where a link should open.
Why wait!
I’m issuing a hearty “up yours” to the hygienist who witnessed to my mother today. What the hell, lady??? She was just there to have her teeth cleaned…do your damn job! Also, your questions to my mother were far too personal (asking her about my salary???), and your remarks to her regarding me were downright rude (“Oh, if you’re not married before you’re 30, you’re just never going to find anyone!!!”). There’s absolutely no need for you to make your patients feel that uncomfortable.
I hope that your mother told the dentist that she doesn’t want to have this hygienist working on her again. I don’t know if I’d get up out of the chair and demand to be rescheduled, or just ask the hygienist uncomfortable questions about her beliefs, but I wouldn’t let it pass. That is EXTREMELY unprofessional of the hygienist.
Ooh, dental rant!
I love my dentist, he’s fast, patient, free with the lydacaine or whatever, and doesn’t generally bullshit me. I’ve neglected my dental care for far too many years but am gainfully employed enough (and was in enough pain) that I bit the bullet and had a bunch of work done.
All wisdom teeth but one stubborn one, gone. (Only the second tooth ever he’s failed to be able to yank:smack:).
One root canal [which requires two sessions to complete (wait make that three, one of the cores was too short:smack:)].
One crown-prep session, rescheduled:smack: as we had to re-do the one core and do a filling in the adjacent tooth.
Crown prep finally (went off well, but no time for the rest of the fillings, we’ll do it at crown installation:smack:)
Crown installation today (three weeks later). I opted for a sintered zirconia/porcelain crown as it is cheaper and more cosmetically natural than a gold crown and supposedly the hardest bit of dental kit thay can install in a person’s face. So we fit and cement and “please bite down on this cotton roll, as hard as you can…”
Crunch!
“whoa… open up.” Yeah, fractured permanent crown. So another 17 days until the replacement arrives and we can (please!) finally finish this marathon of dentistry. At least the four(!) fillings today went well.
-DF
Somebody’s counterfeiting tens now? There’s not even any profit in that!
Oh, I have a dental rant too, but it’s my husband’s dentist.
The actual dentist is great, but the hygenist and receptionist are idiots. Hubby went in for a cleaning and the dentist talked him in to a night guard because he grinds his teeth. Hubby talks to the receptionist and says he’ll only buy it if it’s covered by our plans. She checks our plans and says that it will be covered by one or both of our plans, so we go ahead with spending the $550 and they scheduled a fitting for a few days later.
Hubby arrives and is ushered in to a room. They hygenist comes in and starts putting some topical freezing gel on his gums “We’ll just let this sit for a few minutes before we freeze you”. Uh, what? “Oh, didn’t you know about the cavity?” Er, no. “Just let me check here, Joe.” My name isn’t Joe, it’s Derek. “Ohhhh, oops! Wrong room! We’ll just get you set up for the night guard here in a minute.” JFC.
The claim for the guard was submitted a few weeks ago to hubby’s insurance first. GUESS WHAT?! Not covered. I have to send it to mine, but as far as I can tell, it won’t be covered through mine either. Our stupidity to not check ourselves I guess.
Oh yes, a complaint had been made.