That’s kind of why I don’t want them to get a new stadium. Then what happens to the Trop? We’ve already got Al Lang field sitting empty downtown.
Christ. I have a job interview tomorrow for a job which would be better than my current part-time low-paying shittastic job. They’re filling the job through an agency, which is located roughly in the middle of nowhere, outside of town and accessible either by an unpaved dirt trail or the interstate, neither of which work particularly well if you commute by foot or bicycle, because the bus does not go out that far. So I need to do something I hate doing, and ask a friend for a ride, which she’s willing to do, but that means I need to leave my bike locked up unattended outside work (normally it’s in a hallway but the office will be locked by the time I’m back), and then ride home in my nice work clothes, which means I’ll roast.
Aaand also I feel like crap today and think I have a sinus infection coming on, and I’m going to need to take my bike into the bike shop because I cannot figure out what’s causing the constant slow leak (and I have no money for it), and I just found out my uncle is in the hospital for emergency heart surgery, and I forgot until this morning that it’s my mother’s birthday and didn’t even send her a card (which is the closest thing to a gift I can afford).
Plus I’m so sick of being broke and living paycheck to paycheck and desperately putting off dealing with my student loans, but the only option which offers even any hope of some sort of stability longer than a couple months is to try and join a different branch of the military, but the only service that I find to be (mostly) morally acceptable turned me down already based on some fucking retarded and arbitrary standard about uncorrected vision, so it’s basically “Hope the Army will take me and deal with hating myself morally for the next four years” or “continue living a miserable life scraping by paycheck to paycheck, mooching shamelessly off the government, and worrying about what happens when I use up all my financial hardship deferments on my loans.” SO fuck that, too.
Now I’m going to go finish off whatever alcohol I have left, which I think amounts to one beer and a quarter bottle of terrible cheap vodka.
Maybe it’s the heat and humidity, or I’m getting old and cranky and bitter, but I seem to be surrounded by idiots everywhere I go. Every message board of interest seems to have been overtaken by 12 year olds. Or idiots. Or a combination of both. Clerks in stores, the hostile beast behind the desk at the library, the surly gas station attendant, my friends, my own family - I am on the Island of Duh, surrounded by a sea of idiots.
What can I pay someone to tell my mother-in-law to SHUT THE HELL UP and also possibly leave a flaming bag of poop on her front porch? I’d do it myself but my husband and I have a vacation coming up, and I’d like to enjoy it.
Can’t pack shorts and a t-shirt in a bag and change?
No; you’re really surrounded by idiots. Welcome to life.
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You’re always surrounded by idiots. What changes is your ability to restrain yourself from stabbing everyone in sight.
</philosophical>
I’ve decided I’m going to put “Didn’t give in and stab someone in the last week,” under “Special Skills” on my resume.
We’re supposed to go out for a birthday lunch. We’re leaving in FIFTEEN MINUTES and the birthday girl STILL hasn’t picked where we’re going.
To say nothing of the fact that I rather resent being forced to buy myself lunch out (expensive) instead of my usual routine of driving home for some of last night’s leftovers (cheap) and hanging with Mr. Horseshoe for a few minutes (sanity restoring).
So pick a goddamn restaurant already!
Post-it note from pharmacy:
“Insur will only pay for #9 of Maxalt because pt got #3 Imitrex on 6/7/10. Only allowed #12 total per 30 days.”
Since when does the quantity of one drug I get affect the quantity of another drug I get? I hope “Insur” comes down with a big fat fucking three-day migraine just like Mommy’s.
(Actually, I’m really grateful to have insurance at all, plus my neurologist gave me a dozen quick-dissolve generic Zofran so I won’t be throwing everything up like yesterday.
Oh Og. In my migraine days I went through an average of 5 Imitrex a week. 12 a month would have killed me.
I think NinjaChick could use the money.
Plus, she’s a ninja, so she’d totally get away with it. 
Sending healing, transportation-enhanced prosperous thoughts your way, NinjaChick. 
Well, they’re both triptan class drugs, but as a fellow migraine sufferer, that still sucks. I also had similar limits on Imitrex; my doctors doubled my dose and said I could split the pills, but man they do not taste good going down that way. I don’t get nauseated often from migraines but those split pills had me worried that I wasn’t going to keep them down.
You’ve CUT corporation tax and capital gains tax, and RAISED the threshold for “entrepreneurs” to £5m before they even have to pay any CGT, and at the same time you’ve raised VAT, cut my pay (yeah, yeah, it’s a pay freeze. In real terms, that’s a pay cut) and told me I’m either going to have to pay more in my own contributions or get less of a pension? Newsflash: without the public sector, your country doesn’t work. I teach in a state school because I believe in universal education, not just for the elite or wealthy. Fuck you, tories. I fucking hope the economy reverses and everyone sees what fucking clueless self-interested cunts you are and that it never fucking works.
Why do insurers hate migraine sufferers?
Fucking Chronic Idiopathic Urticaria/Dermographia is reasserting itself lately. I don’t have hives but I’m itchy and anywhere I scratch I get red raised areas. Heck, I don’t even have to scratch and I get red, raised areas. I just set my phone on my leg for a few seconds and now I have this square red raised area in that spot. I look diseased. Stupid mast cells!
Name your price, NinjaChick. The sky’s the limit, up to $7.68, plus whatever I can sneak out of my kid’s piggy bank.
We’re a nuisance. Migraines don’t actually kill people (usually), they just cause us pain and make us miserable, costing insurers money. They also are (usually) chronic and can’t be “cured,” so the drugs prescribed for them (usually) must be prescribed and refilled again and again. Some of them are not available in generic so they’re pretty expensive.
Plus, a lot of people who don’t get migraines think we’re faking, and a lot of people who get regular garden-variety headaches call them migraines because they think that’s what a bad headache is called.
Maybe we’ll just go away.
Yet again, I’m having to reach out to my network of contacts and have the lot of us jump through hoops because some jackass high-level person can’t be bothered to contact me to see if we have the capacity to host a client meeting in our office anything other than last-fucking-second. And of course we can’t tell them where to shove it, because that would inconvenience the client, and then none of us get paid. So these assholes just keep getting away with it, every fucking time, because the consequences are never for them: just the people who have to make their stupid fucking plans happen.
Well, that’s just stupid.
Are migraine meds significantly expensive? Is that what drives this?
I have migraines, too. I got six in about a week a couple of months ago. Insurance company wouldn’t authorize the med my doctor prescribed. She prescribed me something else. I’ve had two migraines in two weeks, and the med… sorta works? But not in a way that would allow me to stay at work.
That’s kind of the definition of being a wage-slave peon.
(I’m trying to get back into wage-slave peoning. It’s a tough gig to get into these days.)