What's kind of irking you, but might work out OK in the end?
One of our sales managers is laid up with pretty serious poop chute problems. I like the guy a lot, and I hope he comes through it ok.....he's got 2 kids, and his wife recently lost her gig with no warning. fucking brutal.
He might have to be out for some time. In his absence, I'll be filling in for him while also trying to stay on top of my job. It's more work....which I don't mind if I'm here anyway....but it might mean I could lose my mornings/ Friday afternoon off while this goes on.
the upshot is that I will get some time on the desk (the guy that gives the numbers to the salesmen) so I can demonstrate my skills, and impress the boss. i want to do a good job because I want my stock to increase in value, but I don't want to do such a good job that the guy I'm filling in for loses his gig over it.
I gotta get back to work now.
I don't know what it is like there, but I know out here working the desk is the most fun job in the store. Have fun.
Overfullness. My hubsand made the most amazing potato chips tonight and...I am feeling the results of my over-zealously hungry state.
I had to start my own business because no one hired me. So now I have been doing free work and getting referrals, and am being paid by a few clients. I have been called back in to the cafe, but I really just hope I can make rent. I have been doing a couple of jobs a day and can't seem to make enough scratch. I hope I make rent. lol!
Please cross your fingers for me!! :)
I really hope I don't have to work during my best friends visit but I might have to. Irksome. It also might all turn out ok.
About 2 months ago I started looking into the possibility that I might be due a tax refund this year. After all, I paid tax for the 7 months I was employed, and would have been paying at a rate which assumed I would be employed for the next 5 months.
I poked about on the internet, and it confirmed (in a vague way) that I might be entitled.
I called the tax office, who advised that as I was currently on benefits I should call the job centre.
I called the job centre and spoke to a woman who first advised me to call the tax office. When I explained that they had told me to call her, she went away from the phone and spoke to a colleague. When she came back she advised that if I was due it, I would receive it. This was not reassuring, but I was already emotionally exhausted from speaking to strangers about my finances, so I left it there.
At the beginning of April I went to the advocacy service who are helping me with a number of paperwork/ bureaucratic issues. I asked if they would be able to follow it up for me. I explained that what I really wanted to know was firstly if I was even due anything? And secondly, was everything correct on their system, so that I could be confident I would simply receive it when it was due?
They (the advocates) called back and left a message with Mum.
Basically, it took 4-5 weeks.
I followed it up with them again at my meeting today. Hmmmm, yes it had been over four weeks now. Perhaps it was worth chasing up. I agreed that I was willing to do it - I'm feeling fragile today, but quite determined.
So I called the job centre. Turns out they were not the right people to speak to all, it's handled by my regional processing centre in Southampton. Aha. Called and waited on hold for 20 minutes. Yes, they could check their screen for me - now we're getting somewhere! No, the assessment hadn't get been processed, but it could be any time up until the end of May. Could they check the details and see if I was even due a refund? That's odd. There's no record of me having submitted any tax details in 2008-09. This means that I can't get any refund because I can't be included in any assessments. The most likely reason is that I haven't submitted the P45 I received when I left my last employment.
Off to the internet to find out if there is any way around not having a P45 as I definitely do not have one, and don't think I ever received one (quick email to them anyway, to see if they can help - but I know how slowly the wages dept processes queries). Call your tax office says the internet, and gives me a number in Edinburgh.
Hold and wait for 7 minutes. Nice Scottish lady confirms that there is no tax information entered for my employment with EEA in 2008-09, only for the previous year. The employer's copy of the P45 hasn't been filed with them, and the P60 has not yet been issued. BUT... we agree that the information I have on my final payslip - which I did receive and kept safe - is the same as on a Statement of Earnings, which they will accept in lieu of a P45.
Can I send this to Cardiff with a covering letter?
So I have gone out to post a letter to Wales, hoping that this can be dealt with asap, so that if I am entitled to a refund, they can send my details to Southampton who will issue one.
Argh.
Why oh why oh why oh why can you never get the right information first time?
Had I been told to call the processing centre to start with I would have known from the beginning that it was not going to happen automatically. I would almost definitely know by now whether I am even due a refund. I might even have received it by now. As it is, I have weeks more to wait to find out whether I'll get it, and weeks more to wait even if it's due.
Bloody red tape.
But it might work out OK in the end. Because after all, I have had a busy afternoon talking to strangers all over the country about my finances. And of course I might get some money. At the very least I can be proud of myself for finally getting it sorted out.
Well done SG for sticking with it. Hope you get your refund!
Typing it all out helped get it out of my system anyway.
I was on the verge of heading off to the off licence for tramp juice.
Instead I stayed on t'internet and found a lovely B&B for my break in Cardiff next January :)
At this moment, I'm very aware of my deodorant. Same brand, different flavor. I usually get this:
and it works ok..... but i figured I'd try the new orange kind:
I don't have any better vertical, but I can smell it. so far, my pits are dry, though.....so I've got that going for me
the word "smell" in a post about underarms is not appealing.
the post isn't about underarms. it's about smells.
I can smell my very fragrant pits. they smell fresh and in no way remind me of basketball.
And you didn't get me any because....?
i got both kinds. If you want, you can take the green one....it's upstairs...unopened.
love you hunny!
I am extreeeemely aware of deoderant smell in my significant others. Mr. Clod's deoderant must be one particular fragrance--Old Spice High Endurance Original--and no other. It especially can't be one of several deoderants worn by ex-boyfriends, but really, it just has to be that one, I can accept no substitutes. I am sort of terrified that someday they will discontinue it.
Yuppers. It's the best I've found. And not super expensive either. I've been using it for years.
Somebody say thread drift?
Bullshit.
Thread drift may irk you, but usually works out in the end.
There's scent in my:
[LIST]
[*] shampoo
[*] conditioner
[*] body wash
[*] antiperspirant
[*] lotion
[*] hair gel
[*] mouthwash
[/LIST]
Pretty soon, I'm smelling like a freakin' arboretum.
Well... you've got your seven scents worth on.
You forgot the detergent that warshes your clothes.
I love Gain. I wash stuff that isn't dirty just to get the Gain smell going.
I use unscented products whenever I can. I think my shampoo is the only thing that stinks, but it's not too bad. Oh, and toothpaste. But the toothpaste is actually nice.
"How fur ye got to go wid dem sacks full o warsh?"
"I can hep ya tote it if I don't give out first."
[Carl Childers]
I ate way too much Mexican food tonight!
Just to update on the tax refund situation - in case anyone was hanging on...
Turns out ALL the advice I had was incorrect in some way, and most of it way off.
After waiting over two weeks, my P45 was returned to me with a note to say that the DWP does not issue tax refunds, and I had to contact my local tax office. Funnily enough, they were the people I called back at the beginning of April.
So I still don't know what the correct thing to do is officially - over 8 weeks later.
But I've sent what I have to the postal address in Cardiff, which I have been advised has a 7 week backlog of post. And I've now put it out of my head, because it will happen or it won't, and I've done all I can, following advice in good faith to end up where I started.
Anyway, the real thing that irked me, but will work out just fine is that my bank applied a 64p interest charge to my account last week. Which put me 54p over my agreed overdraft limit of £120. And that 120 was already there solely to pay back fines imposed by said bank for previous minor infractions. It was reducing at £20 a month, for which pleasure I was being charged, having had no pleasure from the money in the first place.
This means I have £59 for the next two weeks. Oh except bills come out at the beginning of the month, so in fact I have £24. £9 after I go to London on Wednesday - something I will not cancel, frivolous as it now seems.
I could have argued the toss. But that will be the third time I've had to, and I just thought - enough is enough. I'll now have two lean weeks, then this stupid reducing overdraft, which I was having real trouble keeping track of, is out of my hair. As is the £20 every month. As is petty little interest charges making big differences to my known finances.
I have Diz food and litter, and I have a cupboard full of food I can't keep stockpiling. So it's all for the best in the long run.
Sundae, do you have a decent local MP? A lot of people have managed to get charges put back if it's deemed they've overcharged. It sounds like they have. Worth checking out. You'd be amazed how amenable some banks are when an MP's letter lands in their in-tray. I know my MP has helped a bunch of people.
Our zoning application to put the addition on our house was last night. Based on the questions asked and reactions to the answers, I expect everything will be approved.
However, the actual decision will not be handed down till June 18.
We knew we were taking a chance raising teh lil goat without her mamas colostrum. She started to limp a little yesterday so we lickety split ran her up to Cornell Vet School. They'll drain the fluid out of her knees and determine which antibiotic will work. It'll prolly work out OK in the end. Pete got a very good vibe from all these wicked smaaat animal lovin future and current Vets.
Sundae, do you have a decent local MP? A lot of people have managed to get charges put back if it's deemed they've overcharged. It sounds like they have. Worth checking out. You'd be amazed how amenable some banks are when an MP's letter lands in their in-tray. I know my MP has helped a bunch of people.
I live in Bucks remember - we're a true blue Tory safe seat. None other than Mr Clean hinself, David Liddington.
No, I've reached the zen-like state of writing it off. I was doing so anyway, it's just it's come a bit sooner than I expected. I don't have the mental strength to try to get any more money back after my tax fiasco. But you can bet if the banks ever agree their charges were illegal (as if - they'll still be fighting it when I am dead) then I would definitely pursue it. I've wasted 100s if not 1000s that way. And all for piddling amounts. I just don't seem to be able to micro-manage money.
*Nods* fair enough m'dear. I was offered the help to sort out my old bank charges....just couldn't be arsed with all that negative energy :P I was broke at the time as well.
Big family reunion this weekend. First group of cousins was supposed to arrive this afternoon, the rest tomorrow. But their plane flights got completely cancelled for the day due to horrible weather at DFW airport, so they can't get here until tomorrow. Now I'm stuck with a huge piece of marinating brisket that I was going to serve them for dinner. Can't serve it tomorrow night, because it was only enough to feed Wave One, not everyone. Tomorrow night has its own huge meal in the works.
But there are upsides. First off, more brisket for me! And, now I'll probably get to take the little fobs to a sprinklerpark playdate tomorrow morning that I was going to miss otherwise. Plus, now I'm off the hook for picking anyone up at the airport, since my brother's on relative-chauffer duty tomorrow.
sounds like a win win to me.
win
buying a lottery ticket every bloody week!!
I never buy them on weeks that are bloody. I have better luck that way. :rolleyes:
I have too much invested to stop buying them now, though.
I never buy them on weeks that are bloody. I have better luck that way. :rolleyes:
I have too much invested to stop buying them now, though.
that's what i've been doing wrong.:rolleyes:thanks for the heads up:D
I killed my third goddamn waffle iron last night. Why are all these brands such complete pieces of CRAP? So I figured that was it, I had to go hardcore. After a good amount of research, I purchased this truly
professional grade one.
If this thing is as good as it's supposed to be, it will be worth every cent and I will be in heaven. But there's still a cynical voice in my head warning me that in another month or two I'm going to be $180 worth of
pissed.
When I managed a Denny's, we had a guy that came around every two or three months and serviced our waffle irons. apparently, they just break. did you make any attempt at fixing either of the previous models? If this one breaks. you should look into it.
I mean...$180 is a lot. I understand that it is essential equipment at your house....so...maybe mr fobble needs to do some research on waffle iron repair just to be ready when this one does break.
Yeah, for the one that just stopped heating at all, I probably should have looked into repairing it. But for the other two, I opened them up to find my waffles coated in teflon, and bare metal exposed where the teflon used to be. It just peeled right off in sheets. At the very least this one's got a one-year warranty.
How are you going to keep maple syrup on teflon coated waffles? Unacceptable.
Good luck with the new one, did it come with replacement parts info?
Obviously, they just put the teflon on inside out. It is non-stick, after all.
Today was my 1 year Un-iversary.
wow, that time has passed by really quickly.
I hope you're holding up ok. Must be a bit tough.
Well, yeah... it is, a bit. But I picked this thread for a reason. I mean, there are definitely positive aspect to what seemed like the end of my whole world at the time.
I have some very big regrets, but hope is beginning to glimmer around the edges of things, too. I wouldn't wish the experience on anyone, but I think this will be one of those things that didn't kill me.
My relationship with my kids has tightened up if anything. Although I hate that it took that kind of a shock to our lives for it to happen.... I'm really glad to have my two best friends all to myself twice a week.
Life's a fucking trip, huh?
The fact you are a survivor and a great parent says, great things about you. I wish you continued....growth and happiness, in increasing measures as time goes on.
Life's a fucking trip, huh?
It sure is. Glad to hear that you're doing great with your kids. :)
Well, yeah... it is, a bit. But I picked this thread for a reason. I mean, there are definitely positive aspect to what seemed like the end of my whole world at the time.
I have some very big regrets, but hope is beginning to glimmer around the edges of things, too. I wouldn't wish the experience on anyone, but I think this will be one of those things that didn't kill me.
My relationship with my kids has tightened up if anything. Although I hate that it took that kind of a shock to our lives for it to happen.... I'm really glad to have my two best friends all to myself twice a week.
Life's a fucking trip, huh?
Yeah, when my first (common law) marriage broke up I thought it was the end of the world. But after a while I realized it was the best thing that could have happened. In hindsight I realized the relationship was toxic from the begining. I'm sure yours wasn't, but they're all different, and turn out differently.
It's a testament to you that you're healing so quickly. Some people certainly prefer to dwell on things for a long time and wallow in the sorrow.
I can see how your relationship with the kids could have improved. I'm glad you've made it happen, it is unbelievable how many Dads turn into sperm donors when things get tough. Good on you bro.
Life's a fucking trip, huh?
Yeah, life can be a mess. I'm glad things are smoothing out for you.
Continue to be a good dad to your kids. But don't forget to take care of yourself too.
The current House Program Manager at the boys' hockey club has fucked it up so much that players and coaches are leaving in droves. Notably Hector's coaches and all his buddies. The house manager is a selfish, vindictive and mostly incapable bitch. And i'm not even on her shitlist (I know you're surprised.... this is one board I decided I needed to stay the hell away from....)
The house manager hates Hector's coach, assistant coach (House Director two years ago, did a good job) and team manager from last year (who was last year's house director and did a great job) so much that she has already told them they cannot coach next year "because we already have enough coaches at that level" -our boys all age up to Bantam next year and there are only 2 bantam teams vs 4 peewee because many are lost to high school teams. But it's bullshit. Each year the positions are all open to the most qualified applicants no matter who did it previously. But you know they are toast.
So they asked to form a second tier travel team. Which would bring in more $$. Refused. point blank. So they went to another organization and were welcomed with open arms. Last night Hector went to try out for the travel team at that organization -the idea was that all the kids show up to try out to show that there are numbers to support a second tier travel team.
There were. But tonight Hector got a call back for the main team. For the second tryout tomorrow night
He only started playing two years ago and he's good but the plan was to stay house. And if he gets on this team, he will surely be second goalie, so hardly get to play. But what if the second tier team fails to materialize? It's only spring hockey (8 weeks, scrimmages and practice only) but we've started down a path that wasn't on the map because of a stupid bitch who hasn't a fucking clue and non-profit board politics, and it will affect Thor too because we will want them both at the same rink.... and there is a registration deadline looming for this new rink. But it might be OK.....
We have the same sort of bullshit issues with the boys footy club. It's irritating, but in the end we usually leave the kids the choice of what they want to do and then make decisions from there.
So far it's worked out, but I did get told off at registration for being rude to club volunteers.
In the end, the club manager back pedalled and apologised to me for messing stuff up, but it's still annoying.
Things are good now. I'm managing the boys team, so I get to run it the way I think is best anyway. So far so good.
Thats typical of travel teams around here also.
Sucks, but it is what it is.
It's the house program that's the problem not the travel team. We just didn't want to be travel, don't know travel, are feeling a little adrift......
...and didn't expect a call back
Terminology is confusing me then. House team to me is where 100 kids sign up and are divided onto teams - all kids play, Kinda like a YMCA or a recreational league.
What is it there?
yup. that's it. But it's been badly managed so we've been forced to travel. as it were. And that's scary and irking us. but could be OK
Travel can (and should) be a HUGE step up. He probably will sit for awhile until he gets accustomed to the better competition and the "play to win" versus "play for fun" attitude. The coaching is usually far better at the travel level and he should learn a great deal more.
One caution with travel hockey is the distances and the times that the games are held. (I think you are used to that though. Best friends are/were travel players and they have game start times of 9:00PM!!! Eff that.
My kids all started rec league and had to sit at the beginning when we moved up to travel. It was good for them. They didn't get on the soccer field until their understanding of the team concept matched their individual skills (which also improved with the better coaching).
ETA - The cost for all the latest hockey gear will make your investment in your daughter's swimsuit look like pocket change. :neutral:
One other thing, The local YMCA where both my boys cut their teeth playing soccer
is STILL run by the same man today as it was then. He is teh AWESOME.
I still visit to grade talent and split teams fairly. Parents ALWAYS try to cheat :mad2:
The most blatant way is when, say four dads all agree to "coach" the same team.
Just so happens their kids are the most talented. Add to that their other "friends"
claim they need to play on the same team because of rides. :rolleyes:
Right there you have 8 great players on one team.
He and I used to laugh at them and then split them all up. ;)
We don't want to be travel. This is not supposed to be a huge step up, it's supposed to be him and his team mates from the last few yars plus anyone else who's up for it with the same coaches just taking a different route to scheduling games. Because you don't have to answer to the idiots on the board so much when you're travel. He'd be the A Goalie with this team, the second tier team. He's not supposed to be offered the B goalie position for the better team. he probably won't be. And that will be good. But if he is....
Siting on the bench is different for goalies -especially hockey goalies. It's generally bad. Especially when the coach has been using the A goalie since they were 7. An incoming B-goalie would have his work cut out. and might never step on the ice in a game.
ok so we just got the word that there will be no second tier travel team for Spring. So most likely it will be busines as usual unless hector wows them tomorrow. And then there most likely will be a tier 2 travel team in the fall and Hector will likely be their A goalie. Feeling much better -it's the uncertainty I hate.
hm. The fuckers kept him until last to talk to him -10:bloody20 on a school night, in a rink half an hour away and he isn't talking yet so i think we can assume he didn't make the team (hurray, but silently.....)
The saga of the screwed up car service drags on. The car *should* be done by lunchtime today, which is pretty much now.
All the camping gear is prepared and packed and ready to load.
IF the car is mobile today, I'm heading off for around two weeks of festival and travel and hiking.
Waiting, waiting, waiting....
Husband's job thingy is taking a long time to finish the background check. He doesn't have anything to worry about as far as background or drug test, but the company takes a while to get through the onboarding process.
that part is agonizing. have they extended an offer? perhaps it is provisional. regardless, this in between time is awful. hang tough both of you.
Yes, they did extend the offer, but it was pending. I say "was" because he finally got the email this afternoon telling him he starts Monday. Yay!
We couldn't be happier. It's definitely one of the best moments of the last 2 years or so.
Yes! The best part about it is we will have awesome benefits...by awesome I mean health benefits the likes of which we haven't seen in 10 years or so. No, the best part is the better pay than he has ever had....no, the best part is that he gets a bonus every year....well, okay, the whole damn thing is just roses.
I just can't stop being happy right now. Maybe I need to move over into the happy thread.
Congrats to you both/all Kero!
Thats great news.
Definitely in the wrong thread, because it worked out way better than just "OK" in the end. Congratulations, kerosene!
Yeah, I continued over there. Thanks, Clod!
Yes! The best part about it is we will have awesome benefits...
Read this quickly, read it as buffets.
Well either deserves a celebration!
Pleased for you Kero.
Kinda irking me is that I brought home leftover bananas to make Mum some banana bread. Spoke to her about it, she agreed, end of. Now they are sposed to be slightly over-ripe. And of course the ones given to the childer at school are ripe. So Mon/ Tues I look over and see there are only three left. I question Mum, she binned the others because... they were over-ripe.
Now, she's also asked me to make her a coffee (flavoured) & walnut cake after the success I had with the one I made for school. I teased her at the time - it used to be her most hated cake because she had to have it every Saturday teatime growing up. It was Grandad's favourite (gosh I wish I'd thought of baking one for him) and as he was the breadwinner he chose the cake. Same thing, every week for years.
Anyway, I had already agreed I'd make one for Mum, as and we are having family and friends over all Easter I suggested Thursday that I would make it. You know, make up for failing to deliver on the Banana Bread front.
No. She has already promised Laura one of her chocolate cakes on Easter Sunday. Although she also has shop-bought profiteroles in the fridge I notice.
Sigh. She just jumps in. Doesn't give anyone a chance to help [light-hearted comment]
So although I would have liked the family to enjoy one of my cakes for once, I'm actually off the hook. I'll concentrate on my pastel (as opposed to rainbow) vanilla sponge. Even my family don't have 30+ people coming round for Easter, whereas the staffroom sees that many in a day.
Too many things happening at the same time this evening!
Water polo practice
Hockey practice
Figure Skating make-up class -only chance
Free ceramics class for newbs honored to be asked to help teach
Birthday sleepover party
Redwings playoff game
My mother is driving me nuts. Never lets me finish a flipping
sentence!!!!!! I want to squish her head!/
Do it Bri. When she's not looking.
[strike]Water polo practice[/strike]
Hockey practice
[strike]Figure Skating make-up class -only chance[/strike]
[strike]Free ceramics class for newbs honored to be asked to help teach[/strike]
[strike]Birthday sleepover party[/strike]
Redwings playoff game
problem solved
All happened. Now watching the game while the boys kill people on the xbox and drink sugary pop.
And i didn't mention that the hockey was preceded by science olympiad for Thor while I sold $5,000-worth of scrip. :D
I also worked out today. And did a ton of paperwork. I am knackered.
Good luck info. And yes, this isn't how it should be, but six of you are sticking together and standing up for yourselves. Good for you! I really hope you get heard.
Sorry limey, I deleted it. Got scared.
But thank you. I needed to hear it. t minus 4 minutes.
I said it before, but its not you. Reading the part about how you feel everyday exemplifies what I got out of at my old job. I "feel" better now, but making 1/4 of what I used to make is stressing me out in other ways. Like you, I'm the only income in the household.
Maybe thing will get better on Monday - you can hope at least.
Sucks all the way around. Sorry for your situation.
Thanks, that means a lot to me.
Well, I think my cow orkers were heard but I felt dismissed, when I brought up the regulatory issue I'm concerned about.
I don't know what will happen, if anything, but I can't live like this. I know what I'm doing. I have diverse knowledge because of the different areas I've worked in over the years. Yet what I say doesn't seem to matter. It not only doesn't seem to matter, there seems to be an almost pointed look that says "like you know what you're talking about..."
I don't know at what point in my life I became invisible, or insignificant. I used to be a person people looked to: for conversation, for answers or discussions, for advice. No one looks to me for anything, and sometimes I'm not even sure I exist. When did this happen? When did I become so inconsequential. I can't imagine feeling any worse than this feeling that I have nothing to offer anymore, to anyone. I used to be somebody, not somebody great or important in the grand scheme, but I was somebody to someone, for some things, and I felt respected.
Now I just feel like a pile of shit.
So, as to the thread, I don't think it's going to work out in the end.
What did the bigwigs say?
Was this just a meeting to let workers vent, or is there some sort of action they are going to take to fix things?
I had to leave early because I had a counseling session to do. I don't know what might happen. I can't see change happening that is drastic enough to make things as they should be. She has requested specific examples of the bullying, and that is on my cow orkers because the biggest bully isn't my direct supervisor.
But I hope, with everything that this place purports to be, that decency and common sense will effect change.
Thanks, that means a lot to me.
Well, I think my cow orkers were heard but I felt dismissed, when I brought up the regulatory issue I'm concerned about.
I don't know what will happen, if anything, but I can't live like this. I know what I'm doing. I have diverse knowledge because of the different areas I've worked in over the years. Yet what I say doesn't seem to matter. It not only doesn't seem to matter, there seems to be an almost pointed look that says "like you know what you're talking about..."
I don't know at what point in my life I became invisible, or insignificant. I used to be a person people looked to: for conversation, for answers or discussions, for advice. No one looks to me for anything, and sometimes I'm not even sure I exist. When did this happen? When did I become so inconsequential. I can't imagine feeling any worse than this feeling that I have nothing to offer anymore, to anyone. I used to be somebody, not somebody great or important in the grand scheme, but I was somebody to someone, for some things, and I felt respected.
Now I just feel like a pile of shit.
Sometimes that is more about self-perception, you undervalue the effect that you've had on the situation. I hope it works out for you and you get more satisfaction from your work - whether there, or if you decide to move.
infi, I missed all this, so sorry that is teh suxxors. But listen up. Insignificant people don't step up to be counted.
I suspect they are fully aware of you and know you know your shit, and that makes them realise their incompetancy, so they try to minimise that by not acknowledging your awesomeness.
Thanks you guys. You've really made me feel better.
Life is funny and you never know what can happen...so I'm ready for anything. I'll keep doing the best I can and let the chips fall where they may.
At the very least they can't say they aren't aware of what's going on over here, and I think M was sincerely shocked at some of the behaviors we described.
monster: if life gives me lemons Imma make lemonade. With vodka. ;) I'll be over around 7. :lol:
this week has been particularly stressful.
roommate had his lower back fused Wednesday which was a very very difficult procedure. i could go into detail but the procedure was pretty gruesome. it involved removing innards and screwing and bolting together rods and such.
i've got x-ray pics of his back after the procedure. very interesting. someone suggest where to put one or two of them and i will. i'm still not thinking very straight. he had me worried, especially yesterday morning because after the surgery was done on weds. they kept him under anesthesia due to some complications and didn't wake him up until mid morning yesterday.
it will work out in the end and i know the worst is over. but i'm still stressed.
eta: the one thing that iks me about all this is hey, aside from the cellarites i have on fb, i posted something about this wednesday. went ignored. completely. thanks y'all.
Don't worry plt. All will be well. And don't let the "I don't cares" around here bother you. Just keep on doin your thing and take of your roomie.
Peace yo.
i'm not so worried about it, it's just lately i've noticed that if you are not in the "click" you don't count and neither does your opinion.
Aw, plt, that ain't true. Sometimes people read, and they think sympathetic thoughts in their head, but they don't know especially what to say, or they feel like they've already said something but in reality they forgot to type it. I do hope your roommate feels better soon.
Aw, plt, that ain't true. Sometimes people read, and they think sympathetic thoughts in their head, but they don't know especially what to say, or they feel like they've already said something but in reality they forgot to type it. I do hope your roommate feels better soon.
thanks. but the damage has already been done. i'm out. why the hell would i stay around a place that doesn't give a shit?
plt--I'm sorry. I was glad to see you post and I should have said something encouraging. I've been caught up in my own crap. I like you and I do care.
As for fb, haven't even logged on in forever.
... don't know if this is a deposit or a withdrawal from my karma account....
I was in a ratty little thrift shop the other day and saw some tools. I bought a craftsman channel lock style pipe wrench for five bucks. woot. then, I came back later and bought a no name red hedge trimmer for 15 bucks. no model number, plain red body "little wonder". right. looked like something from the dollar store. but I plugged it in and it went whrrrrrrrrrr. so, worth a 15 dollar chance since the one I have at home is dead.
got home, googled up "little wonder". I'd never seen or heard of them and it's "little wonder" since they're commercial grade tools. the high list price I found for the like new one I got was $445. so, I got a discount of about $430.
whoa.
And it cuts like a gorram lightsaber.
You are NOT to use that thing while standing on ladder on a table on the back of an elephant, got that?
Nice find! I think you're karmically clear - even thrift shops have google.
UPDATE:
My job still makes me miserable, and the atmosphere is no better, but they are bringing in consultants soon to examine processes, office 'culture' etc. Will things change? I don't know. I have some ideas for the office but this is not the sort of office 'culture' where there is any free exchange of ideas...something I realized right away 3 1/2 years ago.
I do feel better, not because I really believe there is any real light at the end of the tunnel but because I started Operation I Don't Care. I mean, whatever happens happens and making myself ill with worry gets me nowhere.
I'd like to see things change here...but I think more than anything I need to realize that perhaps I will not be one of those lifelong people in this profession. I think my experience and abilities almost make me feel obligated to keep doing this. I feel like I should keep at it because, in some cases, I actually help people.
I don't know if it's because of the problems here or if I am truly burnt out. I don't know what else I could possibly do.
The past few days the Dir has made it a point to question every thing I do...to keep shoving my nose in crap. She's mad now because I have a follow up doc appt today (another thing is they finally freaking figured out my hormones were seriously out of whack) and so she's sending meeting requests for the rest of the Mondays this month.
I'm not a fucking child. And Operation I Don't Care is taking another wobbly turn...all in the course of this post.
Bullies will get you, one way or another. :(
Oh, Infini. I have been in similar situations. Of course I have no idea how your day to day life at that office goes but I can relate on some points. I've been in many a hostile work environment. I wishI could say that I learned to keep my head down and my mouth shut but I never could. I am not good at playing office politics and maybe you aren't either but don't lose heart. that's actually a sign of intelligence in some parts of the world! ;) Of course, not in Corp. America though.
Don't you just wonder how the morons rise to middle management and then become so fucking evil? Imma ask the Universe that right after I ask it why the hell I had to be here in the first place. Oh, yeah: To "learn" and "grow" right?
hang in there child. maybe once the hormones get sorted you'll feel so much better.
Thanks sweetie. I needed that.
I'm not good at keeping my mouth shut either, and office politics? Ha! Why do they even exist? Can't we just be honest and real? It's piddly diddly crap that I have no time, patience, or taste for. I'm not saying there shouldn't be a certain level of decorum and protocol, but prancing about doing the monkey dance is insulting and I won't do it.
I really do hope that the combination of hormone sorting and consultant action makes things better.
I do like this place...as a whole it's a wonderful place to work and I believe in its missions. It's this department, plain and simple, and I think the bigwigs know that things need to change.
I really wish something would come up in another dept though. Ideally I'd stay here, but work in a different capacity.
So I swear she saw me smiling and wasn't quite satisfied that I wasn't visibly upset so she went right into her office and shot an email at me "And also...be prepared to blah blah blah.."
It's getting comical. Guess what? I bet your days are more numbered than mine and your failure at scapegoating me is making you awfully edgy, resentful, and vindictive. Yes, that is our office 'culture' and that is what the consultants will be hearing about...from almost all of us, I"m sure.
Thank gawd for documentation, documentation, documentation.
If i can just hang on that long.
<snip>
I really wish something would come up in another dept though. Ideally I'd stay here, but work in a different capacity.
Time for promotion to Director, so you can disprove the Peter Principal.
Time for promotion to Director, so you can disprove the Peter Principal.
I hope you're right with respect to IM. Me? I embody the Peter Principle.
My own entry in the thread: My little teensy daughter is learning to drive. 35MPH has never seemed so fast.
Okay, so, I found the appropriate thread for this tale.
On Friday, three days before school starts, the school district informed our elementary school that their class ratios were unacceptable. Too many second-graders per class, not enough first-graders. One of the first grade teachers must become a second grade teacher, effective immediately.
First off--what the fucking fuck? This poor teacher is expected to do what?! Nevermind all the kids who have already met their supposed teacher, visited her classroom, set up their supplies in their desk, and so on.
Of course I'm telling you this story at all because they chose Minifob's teacher to fall on her sword. They spent all night Friday helping her move everything over to a new classroom and remake all her supplies, and then the principal called all the affected families on Saturday morning.
Fortunately, they moved him to another one of the teachers on our preferred list. We explained the change to Minifob, and he wasn't upset... because he didn't get it. He kept talking about how his new teacher, Ms. P, was going to be a substitute in Ms. McB's class. Or how his teacher was going to be some nonexistent combination of the two, named Ms. McP. So I marched down to the school building with him, hoping that surely someone would be there to let us in, and I could at least show him where his new classroom was.
We got lucky. I flagged down a teacher leaving the building, she let us inside, and it turned out his new teacher was actually there in her classroom setting up. She's a wonderful lady, and I think Minifob will do even better with her than he would have with his original teacher. So all's well.
I expressed my sympathy for the terrible situation the teachers were forced into, and she said there was actually one time the district had done it to them after school had already been in session for a week. They're just a bunch of giant dicks, apparently.
I'm glad that you were able to sort this out, for you and the Fob.
Confusing and upsetting for any child his age, but appalling for Fob specifically. Dicks.
I'm going in on Wednesday to do an extra day (overtime too! yay!)
I think one of the big jobs is finishing the move of all of Mr W's stuff into Ms M's classroom and vice versa. One of the boys moving up has an induction loop (not sure if that's 100% accurate - bear with me) and the equipment is in Ms M's classroom, but not in Mr W's.
Weirdly - very, very weirdly - they decided to allocate him to Mr W. Both teachers run identical classes at that end of the school. It's done purely on birthdays. Why couldn't M move up to Ms M's class instead of making Mr W move? He's been in his particular classroom for years and is well entrenched. Just silliness.
All I can think is that the school is keen not to treat M any differently to another child. But making teachers swap classrooms for his sake is pretty much treating him differently then any other child.
Still - overtime :)
(I'll probably end up cleaning out the fridges in the staffroom - blech!)
Clod, I admire, respect and like you very much but are you SURE you want to live in Texas?
I just popped in to say that this thread title makes me snort every time it pops up on the screen. :)
As for something related to the thread... I'm currently sitting alone in one of the worlds shadiest motel 6's, and I have to stay here for a few more hours. Came to help a friend out since her husband had to work at the last minute and she didn't want to stay in a motel by herself in an unfamiliar town. Probably a good bet now that we've seen the place.
BUT in a few hours my stay will be over, and hopefully it will be uneventful until then.
fuck me.
I started this post to complain I'd been on hold for an hour and thirteen minutes with the transportation office of the school district. understandable, it's the first day of school here.
As I typed, they fucking hung up on me.
Then, I lost this post, had to retype it all. whatthefuckever.
I have to leave the house now anyway.
goddammit.
I just popped in to say that this thread title makes me snort every time it pops up on the screen. :)
As for something related to the thread... I'm currently sitting alone in one of the worlds shadiest motel 6's, and I have to stay here for a few more hours. Came to help a friend out since her husband had to work at the last minute and she didn't want to stay in a motel by herself in an unfamiliar town. Probably a good bet now that we've seen the place.
BUT in a few hours my stay will be over, and hopefully it will be uneventful until then.
Don't look in the mattress. Or at it for that matter.
People are like wild animal crazy today/tonight.
I picked a bad day to quit drinking. ;)
I started this post to complain I'd been on hold for an hour and thirteen minutes with the transportation office of the school district. understandable, it's the first day of school here.
Gawd, the transportation department is the worst here. All the lines go straight to voicemail, no exception, and they don't even pretend to ever check them or call you back. Only the most degenerate people drive school buses, so only the most degeneratest of those people ever get promoted to run the place.
Gawd, the transportation department is the worst here. All the lines go straight to voicemail, no exception, and they don't even pretend to ever check them or call you back. Only the most degenerate people drive school buses, so only the most degeneratest of those people ever get promoted to run the place.
I didn't know you moved to Ann Arbor....
This is something that wasn't working out, but ended up amusing me.
Yesterday while driving the 50 moutainous miles from the coast to PDX,
I was behind a BMW sportscar whose driver was driving me and a hundred other following drivers crazy.
When the road was 1-lane each way, he slowed down to 35 mph, and when
there was a special passing lane he would and drive in the "passing lane"
When I or someone else would try to pass on the right, he would speed up just enough.
When the road was reasonably straight and I should have been able to pass, he would speed up to 60+.
By the time we got out of the mountains and to a double-lane road, I was almost a good case of road rage.
Then I passed him, and saw that he was a fairly young American Indian.
My reaction was... "You got me this time" :smack:
I don't know about other areas of the country, but here in Oregon,
driving that way is a form of public protest by some Native Americans.
Usually it happens on Reservation land, and you can get trapped behind
a carload of kids, doing only 5-10 mph for endless miles.
But it can happen anywhere, as it did to me yesterday.
The first time it happened to me, I did get upset.
Later someone told me what was going on, and since then I've sat back
and enjoyed the scenery and had the satisfaction of NOT getting all riled up.
After all, finally getting the message of someone else's protest is half the fun.
I was informed today that due to a sudden lack of work, I wouldn't be needed at my freelance job next week, and for the foreseeable future (hurricane aftermath and all. FU Sandy!).
It was a corporate decision to pick off the low-hanging fruit, to save whatever miniscule money they can in the wake of the disaster (Really? FU corporate decision makers, too).
But...it was nice that folks there were very pissed off about the prospect of not having me around. At least I was wanted, dammit! :) And it was a far commute, so it's kind of a relief not to have to travel all the way out there now.
I just have to keep my fingers crossed, and hope I either find other employment quickly, or qualify for unemployment...
That sucks , but is good , but might not be , but will TOTALY work out for you !!!! ( I hope )
fuuuuuck.
I **hate** losing a job.
I earnestly hope that this does work out well for you. silver linings, one door opening, all that happy crap. Go Blue Go!
I'm trying to do some maintenance on Cheri's rear end. Plus, the ex has called me to help her do some minor work on her car. Another stressful day.
Don't get confused now, Sarge! REmember just whose rear-end you're supposed to be working on ;)
wrong socket! WRONG SOCKET!!!!
I had a surprise (unannounced) visit from my electricity suppliers this morning.
And they had to have access to my flat, as well as the front hall.
Absolutely no warning, no time to prepare.
I had a scheduled visit on Wednesday, which I was waiting and prepared for. The job couldn't be completed then for various reasons, none to do with any access I could or couldn't provide.
I mean, surely any normal person wouldn't be home at 10.10 on a Friday morning?
Or if they were, surely a single woman should be given formal notice? Even mentally robust people might feel a little apprehensive at banging on the door downstairs and shouting.
Me, with my various conditions, paranoia and fears, found it a horrendous experience, although I did everything asked (and fell apart afterwards).
It will work out okay though.
Once I receive my payment key, I will be able to make regular payments when I actually have money as opposed to being constantly hit up for money I don't have. Finding out months later that they've rolled the bill over into an impossible amount.
So it will be okay. I just need to calm down a bit first. And switch off everything electrical in my flat for a few months. Thank goodness it's Summer.
wrong socket! WRONG SOCKET!!!!
Hey Sundae,
I hope it all works out OK.
My brother, when he was a bachelor, used to keep his refrigerator unplugged to save power. He only ate unrefrigerated foods and didn't leave leftovers.
I have a little under-the-counter fridge, with no icebox.
I did have it switched off for quite a long time. I'd rather have it on for a while, until I work out how much I'm spending on electricity. I try not to use the knackered old cooker, so I'd end up spending more money on food if I could only buy single portions of cold food.
But it's well worth consideration, thank you.
One thing; it's finally broken me of my habit of having to have chilled drinks. They are a real luxury now. I'd have told you point-blank just a year back that I could not drink water straight from the tap. But in the end you have nothing more to give up and if you want to stay hydrated you drink it.
Irking and perplexing me ATM:
In April I enrolled in a voc rehab program on account of my various maladies both physical and mental. The upshot is they retrain people for new careers and help place them. In theory.
I got a letter in the mail from them today, 5/24/2015, envelope postmarked 3/20/2015, letter dated 5/19/2015 telling me I have a 'cannot miss' appt on 5/19/2015.
And fuck it all if my TARDIS isn't broken right now.
My hope for this program has begun its death rattle.
Sounds like the PA voc rehab program.
My disabled son got involved in that a few years back - accompanied him to an appointment, where a blind employee was attempting to use a regular computer screen. It went about as you might surmise. My son, despite assurance that he had been enrolled in a program, received a letter stating that, since he had declined participation, there was nothing they could do. He (and I) contacted the office to straighten things out and had another appointment with the blind computermeister. Same result. And this is the only office in town, the blind employee the only person in the job ...
Everyone is so afraid of the ADAAA and the EEOC that they do crazy things, like hire people who clearly cannot perform the essential functions of the job. Easier than having the EEOC all up in your books.
Oh yes, it also keeps voc rehab costs WAY down.
I may have to move to Vermont.
Sadly my experience in PA has been much the same till we met *Gail. Dan is getting help at work and now a full blown Psych evaluation through them to determine what other skills/abilities he has in order to advance his "career."
We were supposed to have the evaluation done through the rehab & his medicare, but since virtually no one accepts his wonderful insurance, we haven't been able to do it. The evaluation costs over $1500 and I just didn't have it. So, 2 years later, here we are.
After work tonight, I'm going over to my 76 y.o. cousin's house while he's at a family reunion, let myself in with a set of keys he gave me, and look for a spare car key. If I find one, I'm going to open his car, pop the hood, and disconnect the battery. Then I'll lock everything back up again and not speak of it.
It's going to cause him some anxiety, but he knows he shouldn't drive, and I may be saving his life or that of another person. Two accidents in the last 6 months, and his official driving record is horrible. I'm surprised he could get insurance.
Lots of meetings regarding him, and I'm hoping assisted living is in his very near future. I may end up with a durable power of attorney in all this. His dementia is getting bad.
That's a kind thing to do, Glatt, for all concerned.
Sent by thought transference
Good on ya, Glatt. If no other reason than being the one who made the decision.
You're his glattian angel.
The fucking car alarm was going off the whole time, and it took me like 30 seconds to figure out how to open the hood. Fucking Fords. You open them with a key, and stick the key in the ignition, and start it, and still the alarm keeps blaring.
So many people were staring at me, but I acted like I knew what I was doing, and I was a white guy in my office clothes, so they didn't call the cops. I'm sure I looked flustered, which probably helped me.
Hopefully nobody will tell him. *shrug*
If I'm the one who starts it up again, I gotta remember to pull the horn fuse before I reconnect the battery. Piece of shit car.
you're sure the alarm sound wasn't just in your head, like those sleep noises?
Man, wouldn't that drive you insane...
My son's drum teacher broke up with us today.
I mean, it was never a great fit--the guy was not especially patient, and realistically Minifob would have quit eventually because he didn't have any passion behind it... but we were content to let him have fun in the meantime, and he was actually practicing, which is more than we ever managed with any other extracurricular activities.
But Minifob was having a rough day, and got pushed to tears during the lesson, and said he didn't really like drums anymore, and the guy immediately snapped up the opportunity to tell me, "Welp, looks like it isn't working out. It's fine, it's not for everyone."
I mean it's fine, because he's basically just saved me the trouble of politely firing him in another 6 months to a year. But I can't help but bristle at the fact that he effectively said, "You couldn't pay me to work with that kid."
Good work glatt.
On to the next thing Clod?
Lots of meetings regarding him, and I'm hoping assisted living is in his very near future. I may end up with a durable power of attorney in all this. His dementia is getting bad.
Looks like I have a new responsibility.
My aunt and my mom were in town the last few days for their cousins reunion, and I was hoping all the cousins would work on this other cousin, Chris, to get him to agree to go into assisted living. But instead they were just working on getting him to agree to meet with a social worker yesterday. Which we all did.
The result of that meeting is that I'm going to find an in-home care agency that can send over workers to help take care of his needs for a few hours each day. Chris also agreed to change my "conditional" power of attorney to a regular power of attorney so I can help take care of his affairs now instead of waiting until he doesn't know his own name. I can take compensation for POA services, so I can just think of it as a second job. And since I already have enough on my plate, you had better believe I'll be paying myself for my services.
So basically I have a new responsibility, which I'm not entirely happy about, but I can see why it should be me, and I agreed to it. And hopefully, this in-home care will make it obvious that what's really needed is moving into a facility, and that can be next.
Does your power trip know no bounds? :p:
It's a good man that takes on extra, unwanted, unneeded responsibilities.
Hairy knees, or, no.
:thumb:
Does your power trip know no bounds? :p:
He's probably waiting until he's absolutely corrupted.
And I got a lead on an in-home care provider!
The social worker had given me a photocopy of a directory of providers that operate in the county. Around 50 of them, and wouldn't give me any hints about which were good and which were bad. She suggested I Google each of them. Not very helpful.
But my FIL had made lots of friends in his nursing home when he lived there, and the marketing lady there even came to his funeral. Nice lady. So we called her up, since she's an industry insider, and she gave us a good lead. Very enthusiast about this one guy. He's out today, but his colleagues were quite helpful and I'll probably have a meeting with him early next week.
The ball's rolling.
The ball's rolling.
I
knew you weren't wearing pants!
I knew it!
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