Well, LavenderBlue, I think your cat is just trying to heal your ankle; what a sweetheart.
I’m currently rehabbing a knee replacement, and my two kitties are BOUND and DETERMINED to sit on the incision. It’s healed to the point where I would not even mind that so much if they didn’t try to get on there by jumping from the back of the chair. Or if they didn’t tend to be jumpy when the phone or the doorbell rings, causing them to leap off with rear claws fully extended. No, I don’t think this leg is quite ready for that, guys. I loves your furry little selves, but sit next to me not on me, please.
I finally sent a resume today. I’ve been out of work since November and I was really excited because it looks like a perfect fit. And after I sent it, I noticed that I have the wrong year on my employment end date.
I know it’s a micro rant, but I have issues with depression and anxiety as it is. This isn’t helping.
Whee! Today’s appointment to get the stitches out of Tony’s shoulder? Only 2 hours and 26 minutes late! And, as it turns out, the case manager made the appointment at the (Larger City) surgery because she thought it’s more convenient for us - there were appointments available tomorrow at the (Smaller Suburb) office, which is 15 miles closer, and virtually no traffic to worry about, and always always always with fewer delays - the doctors at the city office are often called away for hospital emergencies. And, the suburban office is only 5 minutes from the case manager’s home, so it would have been more convenient for her, too. Also, the teenager could have driven there - he’s not ready for city traffic yet, but the smaller town wouldn’t have been a problem. Oh, well, the case manager knows now that we’d just as soon go to the suburban office…
And I just knew I should have at least grabbed a drive-thru meal before the appointment. Instead, my breakfast/lunch didn’t happen until 4 pm. Then I got to “enjoy” rush hour traffic driving home, along with afternoon thunderstorms and people who don’t know how to drive. (Hints: Turn on your headlights when it’s raining. Use the interstate on-ramp to get up to highway speed. If you’re already on the highway, leave a gap or move over one lane when cars are merging from the ramp. If prevailing traffic is moving faster than you are, please vacate the left lane. And, for the love of God, quit zooming up on someone’s bumper and then hitting your brakes!)
Today is Youngest Grandson’s 5th birthday. We declined to go to the pool party on Saturday with a bunch of yelling, screaming, five-year-olds (and we aren’t the only ones, either!), so we were invited last night to a restaurant dinner tonight. i wanted to stop on my way home from work to get a gift, card, wrapping, etc., but my husband volunteered to run the errand, since he is retired and doesn’t get out of the house much. I specifically told him about a card and at least a gift bag.
BUT, did he get the ancillary items? NO HE DID NOT!!! :mad: So I had to make a trip anyway, after I got home from work, to do so. And the toy he bought is a weird, longish size that has to be wrapped. GAH!!!
I’ve just discovered wine gums. Lovely, lovely wine gums. I live in the US, so they’re not cheap. I got a small bag because I don’t really need to spend $8 on a bag of candy, and I’ve already eaten half of it in two days. :mad:
Thanks all the gods that this story won’t end up in the train wrecks those did. For the most part, Texas is beautiful and the people are very nice. But the culture is very strange to this west coast girl.
I know, right? They would have loved it. Heck, that thing was big enough that I could have gotten in with them! In retrospect, I should have just taken the box, but I thought they needed it to stop shipping damage to the incorrect washer when they were taking it away.
My mistake was assuming (yeah, I know what happens when I assume) that they would leave the new box because everyone with cats and kids know that those sort of boxes are very valuable.
Back when I was a kid, every time someone got a new appliance, they would put the box in the front yard for the kids to play with. I thought they put it in the front yard so all the neighborhood kids would come over to play in it with their kids. Now that I’m older and more jaded, I’m guessing they did it so that everyone could see that they had bought a new washer or whatever.
I’ve read the science about this and it probably does help to some degree. I do know that when I have horrible cramps, it helps to cuddle a kitty against my belly. It might be the purrs, it might be the warmth, it might just be because I’m comforted by the cuddling. I don’t know and I don’t care if its just placebo effect. It helps so please don’t anyone try to confuse me with the facts.
Even if it was the most micro mini rant ever, its still valid. I’d have been pretty ticked at myself if I had done it as well. So fix it and now that you have a good resume, get it out there. Don’t just look for the perfect fit in the job description, send them out to every job you qualify for and then if you are called for an interview…interview them about the job. You might just find the perfect fit in a job that you never imagined would work.
I double posted because I want to know more about wine gums. I’m not into wine, but my husband is. Tell me more please, like where to procure such a thing. He hides chocolate in my desk so he can tell me where it is when I’m having a bad day…it would be nice to find a treat to hide for him.
Not really a wine product. The closest thing we have to them here would be something like Gummi Bears, or perhaps Swedish Fish. I don’t think they’re much like Jujyfruits of Jujubes at all.
One of the best advice I heard about job-searching is that it isn’t up to you to screen yourself out - apply to everything, and if they don’t think you qualify, it’s hardly any trouble at all for them to pitch your resume.
You don’t have wine gums in the US?!? And you call yourselves a first world country.
They are close texture wise to stale gummi bears but they are less sweet and more delicious (except the evil evil black ones)
I am volunteering this afternoon for an event for my corporate charity. I will be leading groups of school children and their teachers/guardians around to various stations in a park for an afternoon of sun and fun. I twisted my knee yesterday and now I’ll be hobbling for the afternoon.
You know how you set down a drink and realize it’s a bad place and you should move it or you will spill it but you don’t move it and the inevitable happens. Well, I totally did not just do that.
Ehr… those things are easily available both south of the Rio Grande and east of the Atlantic… maybe if you guys stopped hugging the corner you’d be able to get some?
I’m spending the weekend in a very pretty, very expensive hotel. The bed looks like I should have confession just from sitting on it. The desk is tilted, though; waaay tilted. Typing this, I feel like I’m in an Escher house!
I ordered a washer and dryer with a stacking kit. They sent the wrong stacking kit. One week later they called me and told me they’d reordered the wrong stacking kit. One week later they finally sent the right stacking kit but didn’t send anyone to install it. Finally the next week they install it. It’s bad enough that I had to wait three weeks to install my washer and dryer but every time I called them it took me at least an hour to correct the error.
I hate estate agents. Do you actually want to sell the house? Then let me see it. Bitch.
I hate my ex. Ignore your daughter for months (and years) on end, then get all demanding when I don’t accomodate the weekends you want to see her on short notice? Fuck off.
