I didn’t have to provide proof of disability to sign up for my service. I suppose if it was covered by my insurance I might have had to.
I did have to get my doctor to certify I was disabled in order to qualify for the local disability transport service, as well as for the handicapped parking placard. For the latter, since I don’t drive, I got it so if anyone gives me a ride we can use a handicapped space.
I have grievances!
Nothing major, individually, but sometimes the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
Had to work super-late last night, when half of Michigan including one of my managers (who was scheduled to get off early Fri night) saw them and posted lovely videos, etc.
But did I see 'em? No, cuz I was, yanno, working.
Got off early tonight, around dusk. Decompressed from work, bought groceries (see 2 pnts. below) and had snax. Drove around a bit tonight, went to where it’s a bit more rural … gave up. Nada.
I haz sads about this, ferrealz.
He could’ve gone around, but nooooooo …
You’re goddamn right I came to a full. complete. stop. at. every. stop. sign.
{ grumble } Piss me off when I’m already disappointed … watch the passive-aggressive bitch FLY!!
… this is news to everyone!
Both of them hurt like a sumbitch, especially with any kind of pressure. Been wearing my biggest shoes, that I got specifically to accommodate thick socks in winter.
Well, it ain’t winter, and I ain’t wearin’ thick socks. (And I’ve already said “ain’t” way too much; good sign of impending bitchiness.)
Probably gonna go to a Doc-In-A-Box soon. I’d rather the former be removed under sanitary circumstances by someone who might, maybe, know what the fuck they’re doing, rather than the damn thing ripping off halfway through a 9-10 hr shift on my feet.
Wouldn’t hurt (ha!) to have some Rx eyeballs on the latter, too - something isn’t right with that swelling.
I owe the fed IRS more than a month’s rent. 'Nuff said on that one.
I’ve detailed the saga on the MMP but I have an enormous refrigerator that I “inherited in the divorce” (it came with me when I broke up with the guy who bought it, who promptly moved into an “everything included” apt. and I got stuck with the thing when I moved cross country … really should’ve left it in TX but that’s years in the past now) anyway it’s dying and I want it removed but the energy co. guys couldn’t get it out, so I’ll hafta pay junk haulers to remove the house’s side door trim, which I’ll have to replace, and o.m.g. I just want this colossal albatross of an appliance gone so I can get a little bitty fridge that suits me.
And a chest freezer - that combo would be way more useful than this fucking behemoth.
OK this one’s way more minor but I had to change my WiFi password and now my Google Home won’t connect despite several attempts to troubleshoot and change the p.w. and that is one helluva first word problem, but it’s one of those “don’t realize how much you use it till you can’t” luxuries.
Ah, yes, and finally … I had a hot flash last week. Or at least, I’m 97.4% certain that’s what it was. Couldn’t run any diagnostic tests, since it felt like my head was an inch away from one of the pizza ovens at work & I couldn’t really think straight.
I’m in my early/mid 40s. I already don’t tolerate heat (or being overheated) well. This bodes … poorly … for the upcoming summer.
This concludes my list of grievances for the current state of affairs in my personal life, although I have not - please note - brought local or national politics into the bucket.
That would have been too much for a single post, and I trust any readers who made it this far to understand, nay possibly applaud, my discretion in such distasteful matters.
I shall endeavor to pursue that - with nose firmly pinched - separately.
In the meantime, management is welcome to inform me when all of the above problems have been resolved, but that would be a simple courtesy and is, of course, not expected.
ETA: that’s some botched list item formatting.
ETA II: I could fix it, I guess, but I apparently have run out of shits to give.
Oh, I forgot one more: all damn day tomorrow (and the last two days already, intermittently) I’ll have well-meaning customers wish me, “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!”
… uhm. I’m not one.
What the fuck do I say in response?
I’ve had this dilemma for years.
See, I’m highly trained in customer service. My reflex is to smile and say, “Thank you!” to a well-meaning sentiment like that, but my response seems so hollow, and I suspect people are slightly put off … not enough to complain, or even consciously notice, but they leave … just, not the way they do when I “connect” and make a dour face brighten up a bit.
Note: I never wanted to have children. I am highly aware, however, that Mother’s Day is a horrifically painful day for many women who did.
You know what?
Fuck whoever decided there should be a day to hurt women who wanted children but couldn’t have them; women who never wanted children but had them anyway & are stuck with them; people who have to go through the motions for the sake of societal politeness - in many cases, on behalf of women who didn’t want them in the 1st place, and isn’t it *so much FUN to know you weren’t really planned or even wanted - and all the other crap (including the hideously overpriced flowers) that goes along with it.
Will I call my mother?
Yeah.
It’s not worth the fallout if I don’t.
And don’t forget those of us with lousy-to-nonexistent relationships with our own mothers.
So? It’s still Mother’s Day.
And you deserve to be happy (no matter what day it is).
And I haven’t been keeping up on the refrigerator saga, but can’t you (or the junk haulers) remove the doors, or would it still be too large to fit through your doorways (which leads me to wonder how it got into your kitchen in the first place)? It’s not like you’re planning on placing it back into service.
@purplehorseshoe I’ve been keeping up with the icebox saga also. Is it a possibility that removing the reefer door(s) could make the thing sufficiently small enough to squeak through the home’s doorways?
What a good idea!
Yet another astronomical item NOT crossed off my bucket list, the northern lights these past two nights. At various locations all around me, other people got to see them, some as far south as the Bay Area, and some right here in Eugene whose timing was more fortunate. And none of these fortunate ones were observing from remote, dark-sky locations, but rather significant metro areas.
Especially on Saturday night, I was going outside to check every fifteen or twenty minutes like and OCD-afflicted meerkat, but I saw nothing. At the last I left my camera running for an hour, pointed north, and set it to take an exposure every minute, but nothing showed up.
I don’t even have a bucket list anymore; I just have a pile of things I don’t expect I’ll ever get to do or see.
I’m finally going to sleep now in my Ensenada B.C. t-shirt, because that’s where I might as well have effing been this weekend.
… and those of us whose mothers have passed.
“… my mother was a teacher …”
Back to rants: Got into it with a religious nut on FB somehow. Someone had posted photos of the recent aurora displays, and someone felt it was necessary to tell everyone how it was a sign from god (along with all the weather problems lately) that the end times are coming soon. My response was “. . .or, you know, natural phenomena.” She immediately got on her high horse with a screed that ended with “Oh, and I’ll pray for you.” To which I responded “Not necessary nor asked for, not to mention condescending on your part.” She went off in a huff, or perhaps a minute and a huff.
Let’s say for a moment that there is some supreme being in the ether. It seems arrogant to me to assume that you can see its mind and feel qualified to speak for it. Try doing something useful with your fucking life.
I’m right there with you! 🩵 
I heard that it was as a result of Stormy Daniels describing sex with Rump.
It was because the Whole World became disgusted and threw up and the skies turned green.
They tried to say that Iceland is where the world threw up… but the time lines just didn’t match.
“Now tell me. Am I lying…?”
I hate it when hotel TVs have 50+ channels and NO guide channel. Sometimes I can find online listings but they don’t always match up channel or time zone-wise. Equally unhelpful are the hotel directories that have channel lists that are out of date or from a provider they used to have a couple of years ago.
I went to another fancy Family wedding last night. I tried to wear a strapless bra despite my hefty bosom. The bra held up the girls, but it was painful as all fuck so we left around 10pm. Looks like I’m still in the market for a decent dress bra. They are fucking expensive too.
I would have never survived in Victorian times.
There were probably about 500 people at this wedding. I’m not exaggerating. There were a confirmed 400 at the last one and this one seemed even bigger. Can we just say it’s too much? Despite being cousins to the groom, we were so far on the end of the dining hall we couldn’t hear shit. Couldn’t hear the heartfelt speeches or see the dances. We couldn’t even really hear the blaring music except insofar as it made it impossible to talk to anyone.
This is the same wedding where the guests were required to wear black.
I hate to sound ungrateful, as they are a lovely couple, but it wasn’t a great time.
The food, as always, was excellent, though.
Prior to the wedding we went to lunch with my husband’s sister who lives many states away so it was great to see her and have some one on one time. She is expecting our baby niece soon (her wife is the one carrying it.) We found a good burger place in Detroit and we would go back there. My husband is allergic to beef but they had bison and he loves that. So it was worth going at least for that.
That’s really interesting. They’re closely related, but of course not the same. I wonder if your husband would be allergic to yak, which is more closely related to cattle?
I don’t know! I don’t think he’s ever has yak meat. Is that a thing?
Does he talk back?
< Gets coat & Runs >
Apparently: Little Loaves Farm Yak - Happiness By The Acre
Yak
https://www.fossilfarms.com/collections/yak
etc.
I’ve never encountered it, though.
More of a grumble than a rant. So on Friday, Mr. Rilch and I went to BJ’s Brewhouse. (Did it used to be called BJ’s Pizza?) This was before we were going to a show, and I didn’t want to sit through the whole thing on an empty stomach, but I also didn’t want to be too filled up and get sleepy or uncomfortable. So I got the Sliders platter with fries. It’s an appetizer, but I had it as my entree.
I chose that after looking at the website, on my phone while we were driving up. This is what I was offered. See how plump the patties are, and how they go right up to the edges of the buns? The patties I got were so much smaller than the buns, it honestly was like the “Where’s the beef?” commercial. One of the pickles was the same size as one of the patties. Well, it was still the right choice: I didn’t get too filled up. In retrospect, I should have had a sandwich at home and a Pizookie at BJ’s.
If anyone got the appliance into the house, then there’s a way to get it out.
If the intent is to dispose of the refrigerator, and not to allow for it to be put into service, then I would think it would make more sense, if it come to that, to do damage to the refrigerator than to the house. If I were there, I have tools with which I could surely cut it into pieces that would fit though the doorway or wherever you’re being blocked from getting it out, if it won’t fit in one piece. Perhaps someone local to you also has such tools, and the ability to use them for this purpose.