Fuck. Broke my glasses this morning. On a long weekend. So I can’t get them fixed until Monday. Then I went running, and I sucked. Super slow, and super short for me. Feeling a bit burned out. Hauled gear to a concert. At said concert another person managed to tout his superior marathon athleticism over me. Made me further pissed. Then I went to dance and sucked it up. Also everyone I know is a couple except me. Went to that concert lonely as fuck. Fuck it all. Fuck fuck fuck it all. And Fuck the genetics that make me have to go it alone in this life no matter what I do or try. Those dudes at the party with chicks, one is a “musician” with no income. If only I had been a shitty non-responsible jobless male who can make stupid ass “beats” while wearing face paint, then I wouldn’t be alone like I am. Same with the genetics for athleticism. I work so damn hard to get better at it and people I know casually don’t train and better. And I still have a bit of a belly. Fuck it all. And fucking end rant. I’m pissed tonight.
I’m having a “pain pump” installed in my abdomen, for my back pain. It’s about the size of a hockey puck and filled with morphine. There will be a catheter going through me to my spine, and the pump will release tiny amounts of morphine to the exact part of my spine that the pain is coming from.
I find out sometime the first half of this upcoming week whether I got a really cool job in my preferred industry.
Sunday is gonna be hell.
That sounds incredible! Modern medicine never ceases to amaze me. I hope it helps you and I hope you will keep us updated on how well it works for you.
Petty Facebook rant time!
Dear cousin, I’ve noticed that practically every single picture you’ve posted lately features your hand, holding some stupid rubber bracelet between your thumb and forefinger. STOP IT. I actually wanted to see the group pictures from the family reunion, but because some moron put you in charge of the camera, everything is either out of focus or obscured because of that damn bracelet.
Our backyard raised beds have become unusable because tree roots have invaded them. So we tried something different: we covered the dirt in the beds with landscaping cloth, put big pots all over the cloth, and planted tomatoes in the pots. Since the pot tomatoes are a bit more spindly, my husband designed and built a clever PVC pipe support system so I could tie up the plants. The plants did not grow quite so heartily as when they’re planted directly in soil, but they had lots of green tomatoes on them, so it was okay.
Then the tomatoes started to ripen. Rodents are stealing all the Sungolds and Sweet Millions. We set a rattrap and caught a rat, but the tomatoes are still disappearing. The larger varieties are ruined because rodents are gnawing at them. It’s probably still rats, but it might also be the damned squirrels we see on our back fence.
Dammit! That was a lot of work we put into our new system. Our neighbors leave out dry dog food in their slovenly backyard, and as well have constant kid assemblages (probably an illegal day care center), and I’m sure the rats find their backyard a good feeding place. I don’t think I can ever grow backyard tomatoes again.
I’m a horrible patient. I don’t like being laid up, I hate not having control over my household, and I especially hate the fact that I cannot walk our dog. i became so agitated last week that I actually WALKED on my surgically broken foot so I could put dishes in the dishwasher, do a load of laundry, take out the trash, put out the recycling…because, god forbid, if my husband did all that on his terms it’d all still be sitting here.
So, no suture removal because nothing’s healed because I WALKED ON IT. And now I’m on strict bed rest except to go potty until next Friday where we’ll try this suture removal thing again. And they had to resume giving me the anti-anxiety med I got in the hospital so I’ll be out of it enough to not want to move around. Whee 
My first attempt in The Pit was misguided, short-sighted and fucked up. It did not go well.
OMG the road construction again. I swear this year has been worse than any in recent memory. The other day we were effectively trapped in the building at work because the geniuses in charge of the construction projects decided it was a good idea to close all four streets that border our building. The people who tried to go out for lunch got a rude surprise. We knew two of the of the streets were closed that morning but not the other two. Fortunately they got the other two re-opened before it was time to leave but still…
And then I went out yesterday to meet a friend for lunch. She wanted to go to this little winery that is kind of halfway between where we both live and I know of two ways to get there. One is under heavy construction so naturally I take the other way. I’m driving along minding my own business when all of a sudden the road is closed. No warning, just some signs and a barricade. So I backtrack to the other route and fight my way through the construction. Because I was paying close attention to the slalom course through the construction I didn’t notice that I wouldn’t be able to go home that way because the road was closed to left turn traffic until I was trying to get into the left turn lane to go home. Surprise! I wound up having to take the bypass around and go probably 20 minutes out of my way to get back to the road I needed.
I swear I’m just going to stay home until road construction season is over. By then it will be winter and then too snowy to go anywhere.
Standing in the “express” line at the grocery store and the woman ahead of me has two loaded baskets, way more than the 15 item max for this check stand. The clerk does the first transaction and the woman pays with a government card, ok, now on to the second basket. The woman goes to pay with a second (government) card and there’s not enough money on it. So one by one the clerk removes an item until they get to the right amount. I’m totally pissed off by now because this is supposed to be the express lane.
So I ‘pit’ her for 1) having too damn many items and 2) for not keeping a record of what monies are left on what card.
I am so happy that you didn’t hurt yourself badly in the fall, panache45. Your internal pain pump sounds awesome. Wonders when they come out with internal pumps that are loaded with THC. “Having a bad moment? Press this little button to turn into mellow man”
My rant is that our old sick cat is now getting lost in our bedroom. We have made his world small, he has everything he needs (including nightlights) in less than 600 square feet. We never move anything and never leave anything out for him to trip over.
Poor old guy. Sundowners must suck, but at least when we yell back at him at 0:dark thirty, he is able to find the bed and curl up and purr.
He is old and blind and confused and his remaining teeth are horrible. We wanted to have them cleaned but the vet refused because of his health issues.
For the most part, he’s a happy guy. He doesn’t have bad days, just bad moments. We will have the vet come out when he starts having more bad days than good ones.
Sometimes love hurts. A whole lot.
Waiting for my flight out of Tel Aviv has me so annoyed at the security theater in American airports. I did have to answer a bunch of questions during which I’m sure my behavior was being analyzed, but I did not have to remove my shoes or go through a body scanner. And when I realized I had forgotten to dispose of my 20 oz Coke and apologized and asked where to throw it out, the agent gave me a funny look and said I could keep it, no problem. It’s not like they don’t know from security here, so why all the song and dance with TSA?
Last March I went to the doctor for a “med check” because I needed my prescriptions refilled. I had a urine test, and the usual blood work which was all fine.
Today they called me to schedule a “Well Visit.” WTF was that appointment in March? I don’t even like to go when I’m sick, and if I could get my gout medicine without going in at least once a year, I wouldn’t go in at all without a damned good reason.
I swear, the medical establishment is starting to remind me of Jerry Lundegarde - “Well, ya know they install that TRUCOTE at the factory…” Squeezing Medicare for every last dime for no apparent reason. No wonder healthcare is so damned expensive.
The mini-est of traffic rants:
No, entitled driver of huge black SUV, you do not get to suddenly switch into my lane, into space already occupied by me, just because you don’t want to wait for the guy in front of you to make a left turn. And if I gave you more than a little warning toot on my horn, it’s because you scared the crap out of me because you didn’t look like you were going to stop. So keep your dirty looks to yourself. Asshole*.
I’m glad I was driving alone in the car, so I could fully vent at the time.
*Actually, although this is my favorite epithet I am re-thinking it. Actual assholes are useful and otherwise inoffensive organs. Without them we would all be wearing colostomy bags. “Jerk-face” is somewhat less satisfying to say. I am therefore taking nominations for new epithets. All Title VII protections should apply; i.e. not religious, sexist, racist or otherwise bigoted. Should also be something I could safely say here in the Pit.
“Shitstain” and “fuckstick” are both in the public domain. “Cum-bubble” has a nice ring to it.
If your tastes run to the Elizabethan, “foul villain” and “knave” are serviceable.
I like jackwagon. Appropriate for traffic conditions and euphemistic enough to use around the kiddos!
I too usually say asshole and I agree that it’s not such a good one. I think I’ll try for jackwagon; not sure what it means but it’s easy to say with venom.
Because adults eat real food. McDonalds is for kiddies.
Very true, and I like ‘twatwaffle’ as well.
There used to be a website with all sorts of epithets found in Shakespeare. WOnder if it is still online? Ha, found one =)
So I got the information on the final project for my apprenticeship.
I have to make a Functional Specification Document for a real or hypothetical project to be done, or I have to perform a cost-benefit-analysis for a real or hypothetical system to be implemented.
It’s perhaps worth noting that neither of these things were taught to us in the last two years of schooling (apparently we could spend four periods watching an episode of Sherlock for English class and four periods a week for two years learning how to write out a balance sheet, but spending one on the huge project which can decide whether we pass or fail the three-year-course was too much to fucking ask), nor things that I have ever had to do on the job. I have no idea where to start on this project.
Maybe the point is that we should teach ourselves these skills, but they seem to be extremely clear that we have a strict time limit on how many hours we’re allowed to spend working on this, and when I look at the related courses, they all are doing things that they would have been both taught in school (and indeed, which I got taught in school!) and dealt with on a near-daily basis in their jobs.
I guess this is what happens when you seek out IT Salesmen when what you really want are sysadmins. It doesn’t take a genius to notice that there’s a massive disconnect between what the course me and my coworker are in teaches and what we actually do at our workplace. Or that people who finished the other course pay significantly better.
Fucking hell.