Whew it's hot out here! Summer Mini-Rants

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Aw, man. My boss's boss's birthday is tomorrow. Cue the inevitable shakedown for a group gift PLUS we're all going out to lunch PLUS now they're talking about ordering some Sprinkles cupcakes and splitting the cost. Look, people, I don't like talking about my personal life at work so I haven't been boo-hooing and blabbing about my finances like [co-worker] but I'm broke and in debt. I like cupcakes as much as the next person - more, probably - but I really don't feel like buying myself an overpriced cupcake to eat in honor of someone I don't really like anyway. I have to buy myself a lunch already. Isn't that enough?
 
And so, I shall now attempt to sponge-bathe with purchased bottled water because I still have no running water after six and a half hours. (And I have to be presentable, at least, for the event tonight. My hair's going to be a greasy mess, though.)

My toilet is pretty foul by now, too. Thanks, Landlord. This is awesome.
 
I think I missed that episode.

Looks like it was erythropoietic protoporphyria, so an allergy to light in general. The episode was
Season 3's Finding Judas.

Grudging photograph of me in my new duds.

Dawwwww, you actually look cute! Although granted, it might look slightly more silly all buttoned up as a full-body shot. :p

You have such a beautiful, concise way of expressing yourself.

Thank you, thank you.

"Automatic updates," I hate you!!

Specifically my Post 50 where I bemoan the lack of an STFU button.

IMO, this was one of the worst things in XP. Which, of course, leads us to the question: Why the hell are you using a TEN YEAR OLD operating system? Even in Vista, the post-update reboot nag has varying options for when to next remind you, with four hours being the max.

I really just want to call her a child abuser in 72pt blinking lime Comic Sans. I won't. It's not helpful and it's not true and I'd only be doing it because it's one of her buttons

It's not helpful, but it's definitely true.

And they don't want to visit this weekend because seeing my children, particularly my seven-month old, would be too painful for them, which I totally understand.

:( Hope your mom gets over her shit in time to be supportive to her daughter. In the meantime... Have you considered getting someone to watch your kids so you can visit your sister? I mean, not that you should be expected to or obligated to, just that it's an option if you want to be there to support her in person without giving her the babies-in-front-of-her-eyes stab in the gut.
 
The ostomy bag idea is inspired, though. I could've threatened to toss the contents at them.

Bonus points if you can make them feel extra guilty by telling them you have it because you have cancer.

Aw, man. My boss's boss's birthday is tomorrow. Cue the inevitable shakedown for a group gift PLUS we're all going out to lunch PLUS now they're talking about ordering some Sprinkles cupcakes and splitting the cost.

What the FUCK?! Anybody with an ounce of etiquette sense should know that you gift down, not up. You're under no (objective) obligation to chip in for any of that shit.
 
Is it really contracting a word? I could see "san'ich" as a contraction, but AFAICT there's not a single "m" in the word, so there's a substitution, which is what makes it sound so infantile - it's the kind of word a child would use when they couldn't pronounce the real word properly. Sorry it hurts your pussy so much that I think it sounds utterly retarded, though.
Do you get this much sand about words like gonna?
 
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

I called you at the end of fucking April to inquire about out-of-network benefits for a specific provider. Did it not occur to you at that time to tell me I needed fucking authorization for that provider? How about the time I called and asked about the claims process and you sent me the goddamn claims forms? Then, maybe, did it occur to you to mention that you still hadn't authorized me?

I thought I was doing everything right and you FUCKED ME. Goddamn it.

I'm just glad this was $700 and not $10k.

FUCK!
 
Got the aforementioned bunny cage parts a couple days ago, and they weren't packed well - some extra pieces I ordered to try to customize the cage appear to have rattled against each other during the trip and there are a lot of places where the coating chipped off. (Not to mention that it's a very rough coating on those particular pieces and even feels a bit tacky.) If this was shelving for my garage or something I wouldn't care, but this is for my bunnies and I don't want them chewing on the bars and getting god knows what in their mouths. Everything else with the shipment is fine.

So I sent them an E-mail that night, saying "hey, you need to look into this and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with these parts yet" (at the time I thought I might still use it on the top, but now I doubt it). I figured I'd leave it in their court, see if they said "yeah, the coating is different, sorry it chipped" or "whoa, that's weird, what do you want to do" or something. They were pretty good about checking E-mail before then, including an E-mail with instructions the day of shipping. Now? Nothing.

Yeah. I'm going to be telling them I'm returning the parts.
 
I suppose you never say "won't," then, since it's not "willn't"? Words shift constantly to make them easier to pronounce. (E.g., in English, the way the prefix in- has in many cases become im-.) If that kind of thing bothers you, promise me you'll never study Sanskrit--sandhi would drive you insane.

I do study Sanskrit, as a matter of fact. Sammich is still fucking retarded.
 
That's not playing with language unless you originated the term; it's just copying some other retard's invention. Saying "sammich" hardly makes you James Joyce. But if finding "sammich" infantile is your idea of boring, have fun staring at shiny objects for amusement, I guess.
Is a Nobel Prize winner any less of one because he finds fart jokes funny?
 
Niblethead, could be worse. I once had a boss, as he telling me how he wanted some document set collated, etc., "This is one page. You don't have to staple this."

:p

Could be WORSER!! I once had a boss tell me, pretty patronizingly I might add, precisely where (how far from the top and left-hand margin of the page) and how (exactly horizontal) to place a staple. Documents - even documents to be filed internally, like copies of stuff sent to clients! - had to be stapled precisely this way.
 
Rediculous is reserved for circumstances that are so diculous, they're diculous all over again.

Also, as someone else pointed out, you'll probably be wanting to call a glass repair company.

I'm not talking about typos, its just ridiculous with an "e" drives me batty. I don't know why. It just does. But a friend told me that if I mentioned it three times it would be tridiculous.

But for a good summer rant, how about we baseball bat everyone blaring a car stereo at 11 into a coma?
 
Conversation on Friday:
Transcriptionist: "How do I format the transcript for this job?"
Me: "Please use formatting style A. It's our default style."
Transcriptionist: "But I was told to use style B in this email."
Me: "Yes, you use style B for customer XYZ, as explained in that email. The job will tell you if it's for XYZ. This particular job says nothing about XYZ, so use style A."

Today I get the transcript. It's using style B.
Me: "As I said, please use style A, not style B."
Transcriptionist: "BUT THAT'S WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO DO FOR THIS ONE! :("
Me: *tic*
 
Well? And was he making a valid point? What medical solution were you hoping for?

*snip*

Me, personally? Morphine. The bastard ass doctor never gives me any though.

Moving in the summer time blows rhino weeny. Especially when I am carrying boxes and my idiot neighbors want to stop and chit chat and ask me where I'm moving to and why am I moving and is my unit a two bedroom with the good air-conditioning all while I am standing there holding this heavy ass box with my belly rumbling because I haven't had a chance to eat my sammich yet.

Fuck you assholes.

You are not welcome at Costco. I hate you.
 
Way to end my working day, Bitch. I'm already completely wiped out from the TERRIBLE HORRIBLE PAIN in my back and right arm, and the drugs I'm taking to make me not scream and pass out from it. But 75 minutes of arguing with me about every motherfucking thing I suggest that you do while completely and utterly failing to tell me critical pieces of information until AFTER that information would have been useful, then blaming ME for apparently not knowing this information up front? Letting me to come on the phone with you and say "here is my understanding of what the issue is" and you saying YES and then working from that point, only to get 64 minutes into it and have you blowing a gasket because you really wanted to do something else all along but didn't have the fucking brains to tell me what it was?

GO
FUCK
YOURSELF

Your whole life is probably one vicious long circle of you failing to communicate properly and then blaming the other person for not giving you what you really wanted.
 
:( Hope your mom gets over her shit in time to be supportive to her daughter. In the meantime... Have you considered getting someone to watch your kids so you can visit your sister? I mean, not that you should be expected to or obligated to, just that it's an option if you want to be there to support her in person without giving her the babies-in-front-of-her-eyes stab in the gut.

I have considered it. My daughter still hasn't weaned and I don't have a large stash of breastmilk saved up (that was gone with the last growth spurt), so it'd be tough, but probably doable. Hell, if she wanted me to, I'd hook myself up to my pump like a milk cow, day and night, and visit her anyway. I offered to come, but I think she wants to get this done and have a chance to recover on her own with her husband. We do have plans for a summer vacation together in late August/early September. If she doesn't want to see all of us together at that point, I'll see if I can get away by myself, even for an overnight.

The one thing that she hangs onto is that she got pregnant almost immediately after they began trying. She wants to start as soon as possible once she can and she has the doctor's ok.
 
Fool, you cannot make a left turn from the right lane in a busy intersection. I still don't know how no one had a collision there - the person in front of me was being blocked from making their right turn in the right lane, I managed to not rear-end them, then I was being blocked from going straight through on the green light in the left lane, oncoming traffic was waiting to make *their* left turns, there were various pedestrians crossing in various crosswalks - yikes.

ETA: I should say, this was a residential street opening out from one lane into two, and the right turner should have been able to clear away from in front of me easily; I don't normally almost rear-end people in the other lane. :)
 
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