Whine like a baby, now with 500% more drama!
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Have you considered a position guarding the henhouse?
--Patrick
*Yes I know it's probably not a position you could do from where you currently live, I'm not being serious.
As a final update to the attempt to blag my way to a new job, after several rounds of interviews over the last few weeks, I finally got the rejection email today.
Oh well. It stings slightly, but it was a fool's hope in the first place anyway, given that I didn't really meet their posted requirements.
Oh well. It stings slightly, but it was a fool's hope in the first place anyway, given that I didn't really meet their posted requirements.
I woke up 2 hours early today, and was confused for that whole time. I had thought that I had no called/no showed at work. Then I remembered I no longer have a work cell phone, and we are having a snow day.
I guess I was off, because I spent all day yesterday throwing up my toes.
I guess I was off, because I spent all day yesterday throwing up my toes.
I had a total evacuation basically. I did not eat Sunday. So I was tossing up water basically. Being dehydrated must have caused my confusion.
Dave
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Hey dry heaving sucks but you don't get chunks in your nose so you win!
This is one of those things that can happen if your upchuckery is especially vigorous. A bit like drinking a carbonated beverage too fast, only far less pleasant.
--Patrick
When I had really bad acid reflux, I would sometimes get woken up in the middle of the night because bile was forcing its way into my sinus cavity.
Nothing is better than panic-waking because you feel like you're drowning in your own vomit. Trying to die like a rock star without any of the benefits of being one.
Minor, slightly-amusing coda to this whole situation.
My current company, not sure how, heard about how I was in contact with another company to become an interpreter there. Maybe the other company called this one for a reference, maybe someone else here was in contact with the headhunter or something like that, no idea. But the result was that my grand-supervisor called me into a meeting today, and she was all like, "Are you interested in becoming an interpreter? Is it because you want to do interpreting? We sometimes take interpretation cases, do you want us to send you on those?"
And I was all like, "Don't worry, they rejected me already."
And she was all like, "Oh whew. You're an essential part of this company and we can't afford to lose you."
Yeah, AI is coming for us, and who knows if this company will even be around in 12 months time. But y'know what? These guys have repeatedly shown me that they really do value me. So yeah, I'm gonna stick around and do my best to stave off the threat of AI. And if the day really does come, I think I'm ok going down with the ship.
Honestly, I would've used the opportunity to aim for a pay raise. Not even be rude about it. Just something like, "Well, the pay was a little better, too, and I was hoping to get it just in case the economy worsens."
It might've been just passive aggressive enough that they offer you a pay raise, since they can't afford to lose you.
Under normal circumstances that'd be a good idea, but given that they're floating the idea of layoffs possibly being necessary somewhere down the line, I don't want to become the big expense that they end up cutting first. Plus I'm already very highly paid by the standards of this company, I'm 90% sure the only person who's currently paid more than me is our general manager.
GasBandit
Staff member
If I had a tumor, I would name it You have been added to a team in Microsoft Teams.
Every project has a Team. I have been added to approximately 400 teams since coming to work here. I never get removed from a team, only added to more teams. It'll be interesting to see where critical mass is for when Teams collapses in on itself due to there being too many teams in Teams.
Every project has a Team. I have been added to approximately 400 teams since coming to work here. I never get removed from a team, only added to more teams. It'll be interesting to see where critical mass is for when Teams collapses in on itself due to there being too many teams in Teams.
A few months ago, our vacuum cleaner died (Dyson DC07). I've had it since 2005(?), so it was not outside the realm of possibility, though it could have lived a lot longer if the people here knew even the most basic maintenance theory. See, when I moved in here, we now had two vacuums--my Dyson, and the leftover Kirby clone that we inherited because my father-in-law didn't want to use "the heavy one." He stuck with some average model he had been using for a while (I don't remember the brand, just that it was yellow), and when it died, I volunteered my Dyson to replace it (because we didn't need two vacuums). And we went along with our lives.
BUT
Apparently the Dyson was too technical for the home care folks who come to look after him once a week, because there were a few times they wouldn't be able to get it to work, and then I would change the HEPA post-filter or unblock the intake hose or whatever simple little thing was preventing them from just "no think just push button, vacuum floor" like usual. There was definitely a lot of "it's not mine so I won't take care of it" going on, is what I'm saying. And last year was the year when it finally just stopped working during cleanup, possibly due to vacuuming over some wet carpet. I took it in for service and found that it would be a few hundred dollars to repair...which is more than I originally paid for it back in 2005! Instead, I took home an exact same refurbished model that they had for sale for $200 at the vacuum repair place, figuring I would keep the old one for parts and be able to keep it going.
Fast forward to yesterday, when the in-home care person accidentally ejected the handle while vacuuming (something it is supposed to be able to do, you detach it to vacuum drapes and stuff), but instead of asking someone how to reattach it, they tried to force it back on, and somehow cracked the entire plastic frame in half while doing so. I'm not kidding, the entire vertical frame is now just chopped in half like a tree. No problem, I have a complete replacement for it in storage (in the same color, even!), BUT since this frame is, well, the frame, that means I would need to do a complete teardown to transplant everything from one unit to the other. In fact, it would need to be TWO complete teardowns because I would first need to entirely disassemble the other one before I could rebuild all the good parts together. And did I mention that the person who broke it is the same person who broke the last one just a couple of months ago?
We have a call in to the agency and have sent pictures and are waiting for a response.
--Patrick
BUT
Apparently the Dyson was too technical for the home care folks who come to look after him once a week, because there were a few times they wouldn't be able to get it to work, and then I would change the HEPA post-filter or unblock the intake hose or whatever simple little thing was preventing them from just "no think just push button, vacuum floor" like usual. There was definitely a lot of "it's not mine so I won't take care of it" going on, is what I'm saying. And last year was the year when it finally just stopped working during cleanup, possibly due to vacuuming over some wet carpet. I took it in for service and found that it would be a few hundred dollars to repair...which is more than I originally paid for it back in 2005! Instead, I took home an exact same refurbished model that they had for sale for $200 at the vacuum repair place, figuring I would keep the old one for parts and be able to keep it going.
Fast forward to yesterday, when the in-home care person accidentally ejected the handle while vacuuming (something it is supposed to be able to do, you detach it to vacuum drapes and stuff), but instead of asking someone how to reattach it, they tried to force it back on, and somehow cracked the entire plastic frame in half while doing so. I'm not kidding, the entire vertical frame is now just chopped in half like a tree. No problem, I have a complete replacement for it in storage (in the same color, even!), BUT since this frame is, well, the frame, that means I would need to do a complete teardown to transplant everything from one unit to the other. In fact, it would need to be TWO complete teardowns because I would first need to entirely disassemble the other one before I could rebuild all the good parts together. And did I mention that the person who broke it is the same person who broke the last one just a couple of months ago?
We have a call in to the agency and have sent pictures and are waiting for a response.
--Patrick
This sucks. Happened to us the first winter in our new house. Not fun.we need a new furnace, as the old one is almost done. 8200 dollars
Had several reminders about my ex today, and learning what they're up to. It all just makes me feel so...inadequate and insecure. It just further cements the feeling that people's lives are better without me in it.
In this case, I saw an old comment from her on one of my Facebook Memories posts. And I noticed she changed her profile pic. I have her blocked...pretty much everywhere I can think of, so I couldn't view the picture. But for some reason, that struck painful feelings in me.
Then later today, I received an e-transfer for $26...from her. I immediately sent it back with a short message, "I assume this was meant for someone else." I asked our mutual friend (and former ex of mine as well) if she knew anything about it. She didn't, but she let slip that my ex was coming home from a cruise.
And just...it makes me feel so inadequate and insecure. She's clearly with someone who can afford to take here on a cruise and I could never even imagine affording that. I'm thousands of dollars in debt (and SLOWLY working in down) and can't imagine affording anything so extravagant.
All it does it further remind me that I'm going to die alone and people are just better without me.
In this case, I saw an old comment from her on one of my Facebook Memories posts. And I noticed she changed her profile pic. I have her blocked...pretty much everywhere I can think of, so I couldn't view the picture. But for some reason, that struck painful feelings in me.
Then later today, I received an e-transfer for $26...from her. I immediately sent it back with a short message, "I assume this was meant for someone else." I asked our mutual friend (and former ex of mine as well) if she knew anything about it. She didn't, but she let slip that my ex was coming home from a cruise.
And just...it makes me feel so inadequate and insecure. She's clearly with someone who can afford to take here on a cruise and I could never even imagine affording that. I'm thousands of dollars in debt (and SLOWLY working in down) and can't imagine affording anything so extravagant.
All it does it further remind me that I'm going to die alone and people are just better without me.
And now, the worst day of the year for people who aren't married or in a relationship.
dunno, the Taqueria near my office has half price tacos....
Not going to pretend it's as bad, but it's pretty shitty to be long distance too!
GasBandit
Staff member
In light of the above few posts, is it insensitive for me to gripe that today, the boy has departed for a weekend trip, and all was set for a night of just the two of us, until Aunt Irma came to visit?
Earn your Red Wings!
As a lot of you know I work in Corrections. Not on a prison, but prison adjacent. I am scared that I will get written up Tuesday because my pocket knife fell out of my pants on a restroom visit. We have convicted porters that clean our facility, and if one of them found it I could be in some deep shit.
p.s. I fucking hate my new pants for more reasons than this.
p.s. I fucking hate my new pants for more reasons than this.
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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
Trying to do my taxes this year (using TurboTax because it's just convenient) and right now, it looks like on the hook to pay back over $800.
FUCK.
I miss when I used to get some decent returns, instead, but I must be making so much now that I've moved into a different tax bracket. And I don't really have enough other things to declare to reduce it any.
EDIT: I'm tempted to apply for the disability credit, but I don't know if my ongoing struggles with depression and ADHD would count. On a good day, I can function through a work shift, even if most days, I want to cry and quit.
Trying to do my taxes this year (using TurboTax because it's just convenient) and right now, it looks like on the hook to pay back over $800.
FUCK.
I miss when I used to get some decent returns, instead, but I must be making so much now that I've moved into a different tax bracket. And I don't really have enough other things to declare to reduce it any.
EDIT: I'm tempted to apply for the disability credit, but I don't know if my ongoing struggles with depression and ADHD would count. On a good day, I can function through a work shift, even if most days, I want to cry and quit.
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...that doesn't even sound like enough mileage to mean someone messed up your oil filter during a change.
--Patrick
Woke up in the middle of the night to a bad dream.
Nothing like a dream about reconnecting with my ex as friends...only for her to go into very specific detail about how sex with me was so bad and why her new partner is better in every way.
Nothing like a dream about reconnecting with my ex as friends...only for her to go into very specific detail about how sex with me was so bad and why her new partner is better in every way.
Talk to your HR department about increasing your tax deductions. Generally speaking, it should be rare that you have to pay back that much on just straight income. Also make sure you're putting money into RRSPs and find any and all sort of other deductions (including work from home). I always gag in the first part of the year when I do my taxes and I realize I'm going to owe several thousand dollars before all of the other papers come in.
Dave
Staff member
Last few days have been…interesting. My wife hasn’t been feeling well for about four days. Yesterday I wake up at 5 am, go to work like normal, do my 13 hours, then head home where I walk in the door about 8 pm. My wife tells me she has blood in her urine. Off to the urgent care we go.
For a bit of context, she was diagnosed two weeks ago with type 2 diabetes. Starting last week her vision started going wonky. We thought she just needed new glasses. Turns out she has a massive kidney infection that may or may not have started as a UTI. Off to the hospital she goes.
By this time it’s 2 am. She goes by ambulance and I go first to Taco Bell since I hadn’t eaten and needed copious amounts of caffeine, then I run home, grab some clothes for her and her glasses and phone and book it to the hospital. Did I mention this whole time it was -13 degrees F (-25 C)? Fun times.
I get to the hospital and find out they had no insurance information on her or anything like that so I sat for 1/2 hour getting grilled and signing forms. Finally get up to her room where she’s got fluid IV as well as IV antibiotics. They said they would know by about 8 or 9 what the plan was so I wait. Time finally comes and they say she’s not going home today (Friday) so I head back home to finally sleep. When I finally hit the bed I’d been awake 29 hours. I was able to sleep 4. Woke up at 2, grabbed some food, and came back to the hospital. And I’m still there now in this uncomfortable chair typing this out.
She’s asleep really soundly for the first time in days. I have to pee really bad. But I don’t want to move or I’ll wake her up. The toilet flushes like a jet engine.
For a bit of context, she was diagnosed two weeks ago with type 2 diabetes. Starting last week her vision started going wonky. We thought she just needed new glasses. Turns out she has a massive kidney infection that may or may not have started as a UTI. Off to the hospital she goes.
By this time it’s 2 am. She goes by ambulance and I go first to Taco Bell since I hadn’t eaten and needed copious amounts of caffeine, then I run home, grab some clothes for her and her glasses and phone and book it to the hospital. Did I mention this whole time it was -13 degrees F (-25 C)? Fun times.
I get to the hospital and find out they had no insurance information on her or anything like that so I sat for 1/2 hour getting grilled and signing forms. Finally get up to her room where she’s got fluid IV as well as IV antibiotics. They said they would know by about 8 or 9 what the plan was so I wait. Time finally comes and they say she’s not going home today (Friday) so I head back home to finally sleep. When I finally hit the bed I’d been awake 29 hours. I was able to sleep 4. Woke up at 2, grabbed some food, and came back to the hospital. And I’m still there now in this uncomfortable chair typing this out.
She’s asleep really soundly for the first time in days. I have to pee really bad. But I don’t want to move or I’ll wake her up. The toilet flushes like a jet engine.
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