My poor old neurotic cat had major troubles with the litter box too. I used to have a covered box; the other cat would attack him as he tried to leave and effectively trap him in there, usually only letting him out after he managed to step in the fresh poop. I got rid of the covered box and got a large open one, and he just hung his ass over the side and peed on the floor. I wouldn’t have been able to use an open-top box, as he was too arthritic to jump up.
I’m rather grateful that my current cat is young, healthy, and prim enough to always keep herself clean.
The exceptions are for political parties, charities, and anyone you have ever done business with. So, in other words, you basically still get all the calls you would have gotten before you registered. The big story was that there was a ridiculously small amount of fines levied in spite of numerous complaints, and only $250 in fines actually collected. What has happened is they started with a weak, ineffective law, made the penalties small, then didn’t enforce the law or collecting penalties, in spite of Canadians overwhelmingly wanting telemarketing calls to stop.
I don’t think I’ll mess with their litter boxes at this point; one cat is 14 and arthritic, and the other is almost 11 - they’re pretty set in their ways. I’ll look into disposable painting dropcloths. I’d just mop the floor around the boxes, but unfortunately we don’t have a sink downstairs, so it turns into too much of a production.
I don’t know what kind of crazy world some people live in, but DUIs don’t “just happen sometimes” in my universe!
We were at a birthday party for a 4 year old, and the father’s cousin was there. (Extended family is always at their kids’ parties … close family.) She had a bandanna wrapped around her left leg, and when I asked her if it was some sort of fashion statement, she told me it was to cover up her house-arrest anklet that she got for a DUI. I made a slightly snarky comment, and another guest (someone I’ve been acquainted with for 10+ years) shrugged and said, “Eh … it happens.”
WTF??
No, dumbass, DUIs don’t just “happen”. Morons get drunk/tipsy/whatever you wanna call it and then CHOOSE to drive! That’s the kind of casual attitude that gets you 14k fatalities in 2008 due to drunk drivers (from here Drunk driving statistics). I’ve never really liked this person, and every now and then I remember why.
I feel like an asshole for bitching about this, because I’ve been on vacation until this afternoon and everybody else has had to deal with it all week. And it just got fixed the moment I walked in the door.
But it is hot. It is amazingly fucking hot. It is South Carolina and it is July and this is a very large four story public building and the air conditioner has been out, to the point where it’s been fixed for a few hours now and you can barely tell the difference. Some of the offices in this building have been ONE HUNDRED DEGREES this week. The windows do not open and it is not a building meant to function without air. It’s kind of like a greenhouse, actually.
So why, fuckwads, are we open? My shirt has boob sweat on it.
Isn’t that exactly how the U.S. DNC list works (I checked, and yes, it is; although businesses are limited in how long they may call you after the interaction, and I can’t imagine that Canada’s law wouldn’t have similar restrictions)? Presumably you can also still asked to be removed from individual lists.
She’s a shitheel for driving drunk, and you’re a jerk for making smartass comments when you’re a guest in the home of her relative. Congrats?
Must you heave those gigantic my-soul-is-destroyed sighs every 90 seconds? The ones with that little edge of a groan to them, so they sound extra pathetic? Yes, our jobs are boring and repetitive and not fulfilling and mind-numbing and all that. Why must you constantly remind me of that fact? Stop sighing!
IMO, turn around (or run over there) after every one and ask, in an ostensibly legitimately concerned voice, “Is everything okay?” Lather, rinse, repeat.
“Account Unavailable
Your account is temporarily unavailable due to site maintenance. It should be available again within a few hours. We apologize for the inconvenience.” is really a euphemism for “Crap, we spilled beer into the servers again – your account is going to be unavailable until we figure out where the cat hid the backup tapes. We don’t really care if you’re inconvenienced because you’re not paying us any money and, hey, it’s just freaking Facebook.”
At least it would be more amusing if they came right out and said so.
So we have presumably the same Do Not Call legislation as the US, and yours is working wonderfully and ours is not (judging from the endless calls I’m still getting) - I guess we have different values for “works great.”
I am so tired. Please, God, just let me make it through tomorrow and then I’m off for a week.
I’m exhausted from the six week trials and tribulations of my No Good Very Bad Project at work. I’m on a new medication that, blessedly, knocks me out within an hour of taking it. But I wake up seven hours later feeling like I’ve only been asleep for 15 minutes. Besides which, the new med has made me plugged in to my circadian rhythm and I am BING! awake at 5:00AM every day. Who knew birds and they’re chirping were so damn loud? Not me, for the first 41 years of my life when I was “just” severely depressed and sleeping like a stone at 5:00AM.
Finally, now starts the really bad allergy time, when no amount of sleep resolves my fatigue, when I feel sedated all the time.
My boss asked me if I was going to go somewhere for my vacation. Hell no. I’ll probably be asleep for seven days straight.
I’m cranky from the exhaustion. I need a binky and a nap.
I hear you. My manager walked out on her job last week, one of my coworkers had vacation this week, and my typists have all apparently checked out mentally too. I was hoping this week would go by quickly because of the three-day weekend, but I was already desperate for the week to end yesterday.
Buy earplugs. Seriously. I sleep with them in any night I have my windows open… and any night when the neighborhood’s lively. I’ll also pop 'em in if I wake up early and am treated to the aforementioned noisy birds, so I can have a chance to get a few more hours of sleep in.
I would like to buy 30-50 retaining wall blocks off our local used websites, but it turns out you have to be at their door 10 minutes after responding to the ad to get them - too late on four lots of blocks so far! This last time, I was willing to come pay for them hours after the ad went up - still not quick enough. Screw this - I’m just going to buy new. My patience has ended for this game.
And I chipped a front tooth a little bit yesterday, and it has a sharp edge and I can’t leave it alone.
Bell very helpfully gave me four telephone numbers. That means four times the number of telemarketer calls, four times the number of wrong numbers, and a four times greater chance of getting a phone number previously used by somebody who hasn’t paid his bills.
Okay, so we both are covering the subpoena desk this week. You covered Wednesday, I covered on Thursday. Because I was originally told I’d also be covering Friday, I left my water bottle there, full of water (a Poland Springs bottle that I refill).
Why would you come through on Friday morning and throw it out? You say it’s because when you check the desk, you clean it. Fair enough. But if the only other person using the desk is me and a full bottle of non-messy water was left there on the day I covered and you didn’t, why wouldn’t you at least ask if it’s mine before you throw it out?
