Hold on, do you start with Sunday, Monday or Saturday? And do you consider the "day of rest" to be the first or the last day of the week?
Rant VIII: The Reckoning
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Well I was not part of the famous discussion but this person asserted that since businesses are open on Saturday and Sunday that they were then "business days". So our promise to ccomplete a job within 5 business days would include the weekend despite our company not working on the weekend.
It almost came to blows....
It almost came to blows....
Whenever I hear this phrase, I imagine two men, facing each other across a tiny table (much like arm wrestling), just leaning over it and puffing for all they're worth, like they're both trying to obliterate an imaginary birthday cake.
--Patrick
If that day ever comes, I got $20 that says the HCGLNS takes them down and spanks them with his secret Hobo powers.
The benefits of the metric system: they signal clearly when vacation needs have risen to a maximum.
(assuming this is related to your 1 gr - post in the other thread. Also, meant jokingly)
How many times did you hit "=" thinking the calculator was broken?
Not once. My calculator is reverse polish notation.
My husband is a mean hobo
This is equally rant, minor victory, whine and random crap.
As many people are aware, I went through a particularly painful separation almost 2 years ago to this date. Since that time, I've had some great relationships and some not great relationships, I've moved halfway across the country, met new people, started a new job, travelled around the world, got a motorcycle, my dream car, and just left that life behind - not as a way to escape pain or to run away from problems, but simply to start anew, to rediscover who and what I am and to figure out a new path. It hasn't been easy, certainly, and many scars from my divorce remain (And some from crazy exgfs but that's for another post). Altogether, I would take it as a strongly positive move in my life.
Some days obviously are better than others; starting a new serious relationship is obviously never easy and while I can honestly say she is the best thing that has happened to me, after being married for 10 years, dating is just this whole new ballgame that I often feel malequipped to deal with even if she'd disagree. My new job is stressful and political, fraught with the perils of ego and excess as everyone guns for me as a matter of climbing the corporate ladder. And a new wrinkle in the plan means I'm leaving what is essentially my dream job behind and being given a new portfolio in a bigger organization that I would have never picked up and move to Manitoba to take. My family, bless them, still expects me to move back home any day now and as I remain away from them, the desire to do so gets lower and lower.
Last week I began my purge of all of the boxes of stuff/shit that I brought with me from BC. I haven't even bothered sorting most of it. If it remained boxed for the past year, I obviously didn't miss it and into the dumpster it goes. Practically, this is a fine system; divesting myself of history and emotion through the unceremonious dumping of relationship refuse that had built up over the years and I hadn't the courage to disavow. A row of boxes stacked as tall as I am sits in my kitchen and every day, one more box gets taken to the shared garbage to be taken away.
And yet, I recognize at my core that each one of those boxes is part of me that disappears. I can't help but look into each one before giving it its Viking sendoff and that is as much a mistake as any I'll make. Wedding photos, albums, shared books, my wedding ring, all sharing space with candles, plate sets, ornamental knick knacks that betray memories so quickly as to think it was yesterday. I pace back and forth between my open door and the garbage bins, carrying box after box of intimacy in front of strangers who wonder why this quiet man who keeps to himself is suddenly emptying his house. I wonder if they go look in the bins afterwards to see shattered picture frames, calling back to a time I don't remember much of any more. I wonder if they're pausing to reflect at perfectly decent candle holders being binned with such alarming casualness.
I've never been a packrat or a hoarder, there are few things that I'd want to keep and they're all eminently practical. My family calls me crazy for divesting so much of my 'hard earned items' without consideration of garage sales, Kijiji, or other options. "Your stuff can own you" I think to myself as I consider the $25 I didn't make on selling that receiver on ebay is instead slammed to the bottom of a green bin. I am paying for each box with a little bit of myself, and it's only after two years that I can afford it. Each box taken away fills me with such sadness and yet lightens the world that sits on my shoulders.
In two months I'll be moved again and maybe this process will repeat itself, a little quicker and easier as the voluminous tide of cruft no longer spills out of my closets. Life gets easier. Life clears away the dirt, the grime and allows us the opportunity to focus on the important. But it's only through the process of letting things go that I think I could even start to consider that - or see clearly that tomorrow I get to make the choice on what I add to my pile.
As many people are aware, I went through a particularly painful separation almost 2 years ago to this date. Since that time, I've had some great relationships and some not great relationships, I've moved halfway across the country, met new people, started a new job, travelled around the world, got a motorcycle, my dream car, and just left that life behind - not as a way to escape pain or to run away from problems, but simply to start anew, to rediscover who and what I am and to figure out a new path. It hasn't been easy, certainly, and many scars from my divorce remain (And some from crazy exgfs but that's for another post). Altogether, I would take it as a strongly positive move in my life.
Some days obviously are better than others; starting a new serious relationship is obviously never easy and while I can honestly say she is the best thing that has happened to me, after being married for 10 years, dating is just this whole new ballgame that I often feel malequipped to deal with even if she'd disagree. My new job is stressful and political, fraught with the perils of ego and excess as everyone guns for me as a matter of climbing the corporate ladder. And a new wrinkle in the plan means I'm leaving what is essentially my dream job behind and being given a new portfolio in a bigger organization that I would have never picked up and move to Manitoba to take. My family, bless them, still expects me to move back home any day now and as I remain away from them, the desire to do so gets lower and lower.
Last week I began my purge of all of the boxes of stuff/shit that I brought with me from BC. I haven't even bothered sorting most of it. If it remained boxed for the past year, I obviously didn't miss it and into the dumpster it goes. Practically, this is a fine system; divesting myself of history and emotion through the unceremonious dumping of relationship refuse that had built up over the years and I hadn't the courage to disavow. A row of boxes stacked as tall as I am sits in my kitchen and every day, one more box gets taken to the shared garbage to be taken away.
And yet, I recognize at my core that each one of those boxes is part of me that disappears. I can't help but look into each one before giving it its Viking sendoff and that is as much a mistake as any I'll make. Wedding photos, albums, shared books, my wedding ring, all sharing space with candles, plate sets, ornamental knick knacks that betray memories so quickly as to think it was yesterday. I pace back and forth between my open door and the garbage bins, carrying box after box of intimacy in front of strangers who wonder why this quiet man who keeps to himself is suddenly emptying his house. I wonder if they go look in the bins afterwards to see shattered picture frames, calling back to a time I don't remember much of any more. I wonder if they're pausing to reflect at perfectly decent candle holders being binned with such alarming casualness.
I've never been a packrat or a hoarder, there are few things that I'd want to keep and they're all eminently practical. My family calls me crazy for divesting so much of my 'hard earned items' without consideration of garage sales, Kijiji, or other options. "Your stuff can own you" I think to myself as I consider the $25 I didn't make on selling that receiver on ebay is instead slammed to the bottom of a green bin. I am paying for each box with a little bit of myself, and it's only after two years that I can afford it. Each box taken away fills me with such sadness and yet lightens the world that sits on my shoulders.
In two months I'll be moved again and maybe this process will repeat itself, a little quicker and easier as the voluminous tide of cruft no longer spills out of my closets. Life gets easier. Life clears away the dirt, the grime and allows us the opportunity to focus on the important. But it's only through the process of letting things go that I think I could even start to consider that - or see clearly that tomorrow I get to make the choice on what I add to my pile.
I gave you a laugh b/c that's my mom. We went on a mini-vacation with them, and she was commenting on the "fat" people at breakfast. She will then complain about her mom (who does the same judgmental crap) . When I point out the hypocrisy, she loses it and gets all hurt. Crazy moms. Oy.
Don't you have a special assignment that needs an auditor right now? I'll put the tea on!
Fuuuuuuccccckkkk. So we are friends with an elderly couple down the road that have custody of their grandkids. Anyway there's a CPS case on with them because the grandparents are horders. Yesterday, the Grandmother was taken to the hospital (they think she may have had a stroke, we haven't gotten much info from the grandfather today because stress and all) anyway, when that happened we watched the kids for him. The CPS case worker came by our house today and was like "yeah, I'm going to talk to the lawyers for the kids and the state tomorrow and if everything goes good with them I'll have them bring up and affidavit for the kids to stay with you until the grandmother is out of the hospital." Now. We have 4 kids living here right now. if that goes through it'll be 7 kids plus the one my wife babysits too makes it 8 kids... And one of the other kids is special needs (cerebral palsy) and he has a shunt in his head or something. Anyway, it's stressful as shit and after one day I'm ready for it to be over with already LOL.
Dave
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Wait, they want to give you kids you haven't asked for or petitioned to have? WTF?
My rant: Amount owed to the IRS for 2014 taxes? $2600. Repayment plan? Nope. Already have one in place from when my friend screwed me from 2009. So I don't have the money and they won't let me set up repayment. So I couldn't file as I didn't have 90% of the amount, which is what is needed to get an extension. So I don't know how I'm going to pay it and they won't let me set up payments. I'm in a catch 22 and I'm going to get fucked because of it.
I know you're not a fan, but there is such a thing as a community around here somewhere full of people who'd probably be somewhat inclined to help out. Y'know.
I don't know much about US taxes but I find it horrble that honesty wouldn't be rewarded or at least assisted.
I know in Canada that not filing when you owe money will cause penalties and interest. Will that happen for you?
I know in Canada that not filing when you owe money will cause penalties and interest. Will that happen for you?
Dave
Staff member
To get on a repayment plan you can't have had one in the past 5 years. And since I'm still paying one back I'm not eligible.
And yes, fines and interest applies.
Meh. How much did we raise for Northie? Or for some of the others we've had fundraisers over? No, probably not $2600 worth. But $1000 might help and can never hurt.
Dave
Staff member
Nah. Thanks, though. I'll figure out a way. I get my profit sharing in July and I may have to use it for the IRS, even though we were going to buy a new fridge or try and move.
Remember the whole tm thing and us saying sure come live with me and get on your feet thing? It's kinda the same thing where we told the grandfather anytime he needs help we're here. And with grandmother in the hospital the kids have no where left to go besides us or foster (dad walked out mom is a druggie) and well, I don't want any kids to have to go into foster care so until they are done with the hospital stuff the kids are apparently going to be here (depending on court today if they get the affidavit for the kids to be here). The grandmother I think is about to die she's been going downhill for a while. But I'm ready for the kids to go back with grandpa. I hope I'm not a horrible person for hoping that whatever happens happens quick.
I don't think your a horrible person. This just happened yesterday and I already want it done and over with. I don't know how much I can really handle since I'm mostly on my own taking care of 8 kids at this point because you have to work. So look at the bright side you get a break with work, I get a break when they are at school and weekends are just going to be hell. There is no way around it.
I have no idea how people with more then five kids do this on a daily basis I don't. On top of all these kids I also have another that's suppose to be coming mon.weds.fri. For reading tutoring. I've totally got my hands full I'll admit it we we do, but I wouldn't want them to end up in foster care, that's the last thing I'd want for any child. So that's why we are both so willing to help I guess. It's just the kind of people we are, we care and that's all that matters. 
You two really are fantastic and those kids are so lucky to have people who care so much and able to help.