A company I deal with hired someone new. This person ends every email the same way:
Thank’s
GAH!
My daughter lost three DS games in a case almost a month ago, and didn’t tell us until now. Now all trails are cold. The hotel we were at can’t tell us anything without consulting housekeeping and having them call us back. I called a restaurant we visited and the person on the phone knew right away without checking with anyone else that worked there that they had never found anything like that. Perhaps I should visit these in person…
On Thursday, I gathered all the required documentation according to the list printed on the front panel of the U.S. passport application. I got halfway through the application process when the lady asked me for my social security card or some other documentation proving that I didn’t transpose any numbers. Well, I didn’t have that with me. Why? Because it wasn’t specifically listed on the front of the application. Why else? Because I’ve been advised not to carry my Social Security card in my wallet with my other identification (in case of loss or theft…). I left the application half-processed with the promise to return to finish it. I knew I couldn’t do it on Friday, so I planned on going to the post office today.
Fast forward to today: I finally get a quick break at my desk and drive over to the post office, and wait in a short line (no kidding). When I get to the front, I find out that passport processing ended at 3pm. I looked at my watch. It was 3:20. Post office personnel hours end at 5pm. I assumed that all types of business could be conducted until that time.
I respect that there are deadlines in life. Really I do. But would it have been so difficult to mention that earlier-than-office-hours cut-off time to me when I told the clerk I would be back to finish? Also, if clerks are required to double-check SSNs (which is fine with me and probably warranted), shouldn’t that be listed on the front of the application along with the other forms of identification/citizenship proof that are required? It’s not like I could run home that day and return with the right stuff because I live out in the country. Leaving my house to “go to town” is not something that is done on a whim or for one item at a grocery store or for one piece of documentation for a passport application.
That’s all.
What’s pissing me off right now is that another bunch of retard cops in the US made a no-knock entry, and shot a sleeping 7 year old girl.
Ha, now that I’ve ranted, guess what? She found the games! Turns out certain areas of the house need to be cleaned more often. (There’s still the matter that they’ve been missing that long and she didn’t say anything >_<)
He said, “Hey Mommy”, and I replied “Hold on a second honey… MOVE, YOU ASSHOLE!!.. Sorry, baby, what were you saying?”
Am maddest that I can’t remember what my son was asking me but can still tell you about the middle aged man and his bald spot and his white Chevy pickup, about a 95, with a veteran plate.
So, sort of a combination of the two.
Balance is nice also.
Apparently something has gotten into the wall between the kitchen and living room and has died. The smell is making me sick. We have moved everything to try to find the corpse including pulling out the dishwasher. The smell kind of started creeping up late last week. I thought that perhaps a bag of potatoes had gone bad and scoured the pantry. Yesterday and today have been the worse and I have a VERY sensitive nose so it is starting to drive me around the bend.
I have been burning candles, incense, spraying and cooking spices on the stove but there is still the underlying persistent smell of rot. Does anyone know how long it will take the corpse to finally dry out and cease smelling? I just don’t even know what to do at this point. The house is quite small so there really is no getting away from it. Gah, it just keeps…wafting up…in waves of putrescence.
Where do you live? Where I live now and the dewpoint has occasionally dipped to negative while the temps are over 100, I’ve had the stinky wall creature smell gone in a day, I’ve also had a pair of jeans dry completely inside in 15 minutes. Back in New England, during the summer, up to six weeks for the dead wall creature smell to go away.
Just keep the air moving, keep the windows open. Smells like a dirty diaper doesn’t it? Nasty!!!
So whats pissin’ me off today, stomach bug, fightin’ this bitch for a week, fricken’ elementary school teacher girlfriend brings me home all kinds of nice little rug rat diseases.
Not cracking on her, she’s cool, the crap she brings me sucks, then we’re both miserable.
What’s pissing you off today?
Same as yesterday: Czarcasm. I actually have him set where I cannot see any of his non-mod posts. I have yet to miss any part of any conversation. Pretty sad.
I’m also still mad about my Grandpa, at my still inability to leave the house, and my broken bathtub and having to figure out other ways to remain clean.
Oh, and I’ve for the first time prayed that God harm someone. Bit mad at myself about that. Even madder that I still don’t actually feel guilty about it.
I don’t like that i cannot fry an egg without breaking the yolk. It’s pissing me off that i can’t make pancakes without making a huge mess.
They’re still doing roadwork at the end my block at 3 am. Loud noisy roadwork complete with flashing lights and extremely thumping trucks. They’ve turned the local street into the construction site from hell.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
Every single time I tried to fall asleep tonight I’d hear trucks making noise and find myself awake again. My county and state officials can die a horrible and painful death preferably at the end of a bulldozer buried under the wheels of said trucks.
I got three fucking hours of sleep tonight and it’s a workday. I hope whoever authorized this bullshit spends the rest of his life listening to car alarms. And I hope the fucking asshole 90k a year cop who I complained to about this and treated me as if I were dirt beneath his feet for even bothering his lazy ass about this problem drops dead.
I am a taxpaying, hardworking citizen and I deserve to be treated with respect. Fuck each and every single asshole on the public payroll who takes my taxpayer funded salary and then turns around and pulls this nonsense. If an individual has no right to run a leafblower in the middle of the night neither should the goddamned state.
You’re all a bunch of motherfucking morons and I hope a horrible and incurable rash breaks out where you cannot scratch it.
I feel your pain, and smell it, too. The plumbers removed our water heater flue, with the dead squirrel in it, last week. Some of the smell still lingers in some parts of the house. We’re having to keep windows open. Of course, the week that happened would be the week when the weather went wildly inconsistent, too hot one day, too cold the next.
A void state governor? That brings me to another rant, the iPhone spell check. Half the time it’s great at autocorrecting my typos, the rest of the time it autocorrects to the wrong word and I don’t catch it until it’s too late to fix. Why the heck won’t it let me type “hell” without putting an apostrophe in it? And for the love of Pete, tge and tgat are not words, why won’t you autocorrect them?!
If our windows opened, this color printer that’s been inoperable for weeks now would find itself on a quick trip a couple hundred feet down.
Talk to her manager/HR about it. I bet your company has some type of requirement that employees be reasonably clean; and if she’s reeking, she’s not.
Yeah, somebody linked me to the video of him. Color me underwhelmed. He’s reasonably talented for a sixth grader, but he’s not that great, and definitely not what I’d term a prodigy.
Also: someone needs to please manipulate the tectonic plate we’re on so that Baltimore and Milwaukee become several hundred miles closer together.
I have less than $ 4 in my checking account. Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.
Two phrases are pissing me off more than usual today.
“Everything happens for a reason” Very good. This is logical. This is referred to as ‘cause and effect’ by people with a brain.
However, this is not equivalent to: “There is a good reason for everything.” Some things happen for bad reasons. Please get this right.
Also, “That’s not how I was raised” is not a coherent argument against something by itself. If you believe she is rude, say she is rude. If you believe she is endangering her child, say this. The fact that your parents did or did not do something in your childhood is not the final authority on how all parents should treat their children. (ProTip: If you insist on using this phrase, first determine if your audience believes your upbringing to be successful.)
That is all.
I hadn’t thought of that. I’ll try talking to her first. The smell is just killing me, though.
Ugh. I’m also pissed because I’m being taken advantage of at home and I’ve been letting it happen too long. Every fucking night, my husband says he’ll put our kid to bed. If our son listens well, he gets to read a comic with daddy. But as soon as I come on the scene (after putting the baby to bed), our son suddenly refuses to listen to my husband, who starts yelling, then asks me to take over so they can both calm down.
How am I being taken advantage of, you ask? Well, as soon as the scene plays out and I take over, my husband throws himself down on the couch to watch TV or flips on his laptop, effectively tuning out and leaving the heavy lifting to me - getting through bathtime, toothbrushing, inevitable stalling, then finally lights out. My son has learned that if he refuses to listen to daddy, he gets more time with mommy. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if it didn’t happen almost every damn night.
So, yeah, I’m getting a little resentful that, in addition to cooking dinner, cleaning afterward, then getting a baby to sleep, I’m also putting our son to sleep every night. I enjoy bedtime with him, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a tad hard for me not to be resentful of my husband and son when I’m busting my ass with the childcare and in the kitchen night after night, only to turn around to find him watching South Park the moment things get difficult.
Fuck it. I’m going to make sure I spend extra time with my son before putting the baby to sleep tonight. But once she’s down, I’m going on a walk by myself. Unless my daughter needs me, my husband and son can figure things out on their own. I’m tired of being the go-between.