Apostille. Yes, that one word is freaking me out. It’s supposed to make it easier to have one country recognize a legal document from another country. Dream on, fool! What it does is add a minimum of one extra step–not free, of course–to what used to be a simple process. Oh, and if you need the same document (say, a divorce decree) in more than one country, you’re royally screwed because the apostille si specific to the “receiving” country and thus you need to pay full for each receiving country.
People saying it’s June when it’s still May is one of my major gripes. I guess it’s June already where you are but you could at least let the earth get a full rotation in first.
Doesn’t matter what month it is. I’m fed up with women’s clothing sizes and the lack of an industry standard. I own about a dozen pairs of jeans, different manufacturers, different fabrics, different ages, but all have the same number on the size tag. They range from one pair that I can pull on and off without unbuttoning and unzipping to a pair (now consigned to a thrift store) that I can’t even pull over my butt. I’m sorry, but that’s too great a range to be called the same size.
It wouldn’t matter as much if I didn’t mind shopping brick-and-mortar and trying on clothing before purchasing it, but I prefer to shop online. So it’s a crap shoot. I dread the day I have order again.
And don’t get me started on vanity sizing. :smack:
I’ve finally purchased a house. Well, I have a contract on a house. I can’t close and move in for another month. Meanwhile my family is living in my parents tiny house.
Living in someone else’s house sucks. There’s no place to put anything. Every surface is covered and every closet filled. Fortunately they are in Florida for the month or I’d be living in a cardboard box.
I feel ya, FCM! I just bought shorts (from the clearance rack because it’s almost summer so they have to put out fall clothes), and I have apparently lost 4 inches from my waist over the last 5 years.
Right. Why can’t the clothing, and especially shoe, industry just go with mm or cm (or inches for the US)? Buying shoes in Japan and Korea occasioned no mystery, no adventure. Both men’s and women’shoes are sized in metric length. China’s shoe industry decided that not only do they need their own sizing that generates way higher size numbers than in the US, but they also need to have different size numbers for men’s and women’s shoes of the same length. What a hassle.
Let’s see, lots of change and upheaval and extra burdens at work…not enjoying it here right now. These things usually go in cycles, but this has been a particularly bad one, with no end in sight.
My son is having a lot of problems and drama in his life right now. He may not know this, but I suffer right along with him. My stomach just clenches when the phone rings. Also, he is living like a damned hoarder. I went over there the other day and cleaned for an hour and a half. At the end of that time, I had just penetrated to the surfaces in the kitchen and bathroom. There is so much more to do…
My mom bought my (adult) daughter diet pills! I know she meant well, but just maybe the girl could kick her fast food habit and learn something about nutrition before we jump right to the pills?
I’m getting a pimple on my upper lip.
Bleach stains on my everyday sweater. Now I’ve got to go shopping, which I abhor, and Fairy Chat Mom is reminding me of all the reasons why. Gah!
The fact that it’s not June. My vacation starts on June 1st, and I’m still at work. I’m sure I’ll have a complaint about Amtrak or Greyhound by Monday, though.
Yes but, but the world is flat, according to Fearless Leader. If you extend this Pretzel Logic, there are no Time Zones. In Trumpian Physics, everything happens at once, dependent upon when Trump’s Torrent of Tweets are launched.
I second this rant. Just bought a couple of bras at a thrift store (they were in nearly-new condition). Both labeled 34B (manufacturer labeling). One fits me very comfortably. I cannot get the band of the other around my torso.
