How about the lingering glitch that came about because of whatever happened with the board a couple of hours ago? Annoying, to be sure.
Coincidentally, I attended Lingering Glitch Highschool (class of 76).
One of my dogs was diagnosed with lymphoma a few weeks ago. It stems from a tumor deep within his GI tract. The chemo drug cocktail would kill him so we have him on palliative prednisone. It’s given him a slight appetite.
He’s 9 years old and up until this still acted like a puppy. He’s lost a lot of weight. I know we’re going to have to put him down 
I LOVE the title 
What’s bugging me is that I’m spending my 26th anniversary wading through the crap my husband has collected in the course of keeping a small business running. It’s mostly computer stuff. The boxes and boxes of cables, little black boxes, keyboards, old drives, brackets etc make me want to weep. Add to that old cash registers, printers, scanners, cases, monitors … it’s awful. And I have to try to convince him that it’s not worth our time to try and sell (or, god forbid, keep) the majority of it.
Happy anniversary to meeeeee!
I’ve got a leaking pipe somewhere out in the yard. Pretty sure it’s right where the shutoff valve to the house is. But still, lots of digging and fucking around.
Hate this bullshit. Happens somewhere about every couple years. Digging in the fucking clay and mud. :mad:
At least the weather is kinda nice. Gonna get hot, fast. Shoulda done it yesterday.
For some reason there is now a steel plate in the street, a couple of doors down. So every time a car goes by, there’s a BANG-BANG as both sets of tires cross the plate. It’s loud and extremely annoying, especially when I’m trying to sleep.
I wear a mouth guard for sleep, but still managed to break a tooth down to the root. A front tooth. It’s a lovely look. Fearing the expense.
I am reroofing a rental building. Despite plenty of notices to the tenants specifically mentioning noise, dirt and inconvenience, starting 2 weeks ago. Called last nite to remind each tenant. “Oh, no, my wife sleeps during the day and she’s pregnant!!” What, did she just get pregnant? Get her earplugs, I’m doing that roof!
And I didn’t close my tea cup properly after I added the honey (I carry it empty to work and use the hot water there) and I have honey all over my briefcase, purse, clothes and god knows where else, which I will find out when I get to my car.
A lovely day
The crows leaving bodies part of their kill in my birdbath! I found a bird beak , babies birds legs and god know what ! There was bread and some worm like insects one time ,I think the crow was making some kind of soup ! :smack:
Baby bird soup for you, it’s like the Crow Welcome Wagon! (probably better than hotdish, too.)
So, my eyelids have been kind of itchy and puffy for the last several weeks. Last week I went to my eyedoctor for a checkup, and asked ‘what’s up with this?’ She thought it was dry skin (I suffer from blepharitis, so not new news), and recommended a good lotion. And go to my GP if it gets worse.
By the end of the week, one eye was nearly swollen shut, so I went to my GP since that was worse. Diagnosed “allergic conjunctivitis” – basically, allergies. But antihistamines can dry the eyes and inflame the reaction, so need to stop those. And take gooey eyedrops. And go see my eyedoc if it gets worse.
The eyedrops made the swelling go down, made the itching intermittent, and dried out my eyes causing a blepharitis flareup. So had to stop those, too.
Basically, I guess I’ll just live with puffy itchy eyes until it’s not allergy season in Missouri.
(joke: ALL seasons are allergy season in Missouri.)
This was technically May, but anyway. So I’m flying Southwest. The woman next to me must have turned around twenty times to yell at her kids in the row behind her. Annoying enough, but then she managed to spill her Bud Light on me. Joke’s on her, as my $20 Wranglers will wash right out while she wasted $5 on a can of Bud Light.
It’s kinda sad when that story is nowhere near my top ten bad travel stories.
Today was at least a two-middle-finger day.
I am OVER my current job. 14 hours a day away from home (lousy public transit in that part of town forces a lot of waiting around for various vehicles) for minimum wage in a call center where I’m not sure very many people can SPELL “professionalism”, and where it’s quite the crapshoot to figure out which desks have both a working phone and a working computer at the same time.
Bonus for DH jumping up and down on my few remaining nerves by screwing up the laundry. Hopefully, when he jammed today’s work clothing into a washer containing the load of my clothes I ran this morning, then proceeded to “wash” the whole overfull load, which left the whole thing smelling funky and with undissolved detergent on it, he didn’t do any actual “this item is no longer wearable to work/this item is no longer wearable at all” levels of damage to my clothes.
Also, memo to skeezy wannabe thug at Taco Bell:
If you are too stupid to figure out your correct pant size, at least keep your hand out of your crotch in public.
If you cannot keep your hand out of your crotch in public, kindly keep said hand OUTSIDE your pants.
If you cannot keep said hand OUTSIDE your pants, refrain from blatant handling of your (no doubt highly substandard) boy bits when others, including small children, are trying to eat.
I buy honey in individual packets from minimus.biz, I can remember getting these in fast food places in the south to go on biscuits =)
I occasionally have allergy eye issues [tree bukkake:p] and my primary care dog hooked me up with bags of neutral saline that are normally IV, a needle less IV tubing setup, and I hung it in the bathroom by the sink and a few times a day I would simply go and flush my eyes. Seemed to help a lot. For the sinus part of the issue I discovered the neti pot was a gift from god!!!
I want a primary care dog.
Work rant. Need to get it off my chest and nowhere else to do it. As Neil Innes once said, I’ve suffered for my art; now it’s your turn.
The communication in my department is for absolute shit. Here’s the thing … I work in a warehouse type environment, in fact, my title is “shipper,” but I’m a jack-of-all-trades; I’ve done stints in every position in our department, so I can float. Our normal shift runs 6:00-2:30 Mon-Fri. The company has currently put in a ton of new processes and systems so there is a fair amount of chaos going on, but that doesn’t excuse the piss-poor effort my leaders put into communication. The aforementioned system changes has put many departments behind so they’ve been offering a program wherein anyone can come in on a Saturday or Sunday for a four or five hour shift to basically do scut work to help catch up. It’s gravy. The work is easy and you get your normal pay plus overtime so it is totally worth it.
I tell my boss today that I’ve volunteered for a Saturday shift and he tells me that if I really want the hours I can come in and work in my regular department (one team is really behind because of the changes). Six hours in stead of five. Sure I’ll do it.
Cut to end of shift today and I’m having a random conversation with a co-worker and I ask him if he’ll be in tomorrow at 5am as scheduled.
“Oh, you didn’t hear? They cancelled the shift tomorrow.”
No one was even going to tell me. If I hadn’t had that random conversation earlier this afternoon, I would have shown up at 5am tomorrow morning to nothing. And on top of that, I got fucked out of my other volunteer shift so now I get no extra money this week and I really fucking needed it.
I swear, I think I need to find a more sane job. This is fucking amateur hour.
I have two. I highly recommend it. No fussing with insurance, no waiting, and they rarely jam needles into your flesh.
I know it was a typo on aruvqan’s part, but at the moment I’m feeling so overwhelmed by life that dog therapy sounded like such a relief.
I can do this, I know I can do this, I’ve finished an enormous amount of work already and while there’s still a whole lot left to do, if I work hard I can make all six of the major deadlines coming up next week. Really. For sure. Almost definitely.
I have two of these as well. Much more empathetic than an MD. You tell them how you’re hurting and they say “Rough!” without any of this “I wouldn’t worry about that…” placebo nonsense.
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I recently read that we can’t tell anyone to go fuck themselves even in the Pit, so Comcast, *go fuck a chainsaw. * This is the busiest, most stressful end-of-the-quarter week I’ve had since I returned to college last fall, and the fucking internet is out. “DNS server does not respond”. It was out from 11 pm to around noon today, and it’s been intermittent since then. I certainly don’t trust it for a test I have to take! I’ll go to the university library tomorrow for that.
During the brief periods it’s been up I’ve managed to do enough research and download the studies I was using to work offline, but I sure didn’t need this, of all weeks!! Assholes. :mad:
Even I don’t buy into the corporate personhood stupidity. Besides, I think the GFY prohibition only applies to actual members here.
About your DNS problem. You can punch in your own server and bypass whatever your ISP assigns you. Go to your network adapter settings and put 8.8.8.8 and 8.8.4.4 into the DNS server. These are Google’s public DNS servers and far more reliable than any ISP I’ve used.