Sorry for not including a @ note because mine is about annoying kid things. I woke up in the middle of the night and wasn't thinking how it should be labeled. I was middle-of-the-night typing because I was irked at my mom, which made me irked at other things. Typing while irked at 3:01 a.m. is not conducive to proper thinking or labeling.
My husband accidentally broke GD2's bed when he fell off the platform while changing her lightbulb. The new bed comes on Tuesday. We have been riding her like a pony to get her room done so we can paint it. It's not done. And we arranged for a painter to come in Monday afternoon to paint it. Guess who's going to be finishing up and vacuuming her room this a.m.? The older granddaughter? We've been after her for about three weeks to get the pile of crap dealt with. She walks into her room and just dumps stuff on the floor. Dumps. Literally. Two feet from her closet and she can't hang up her bathrobe. Or put away her shoes. Or...anything. It takes at least six steps to get her shoes even into her room. Love ADHD coupled with disorganization and puberty. Drives...me...nuts. Her counselor was "well, just let her keep her room how she wants. It's her space." NO, we can't let her keep it how she wants because then we have to let the younger do it as well and we can't for medical reasons.
My mom sent me an e-mail yesterday suggesting I start a blog for my politics. And keep it off Facebook. Use FB for posting family pictures, because the ones I have are "old" and she had to spend several minutes to even find one. (Hello, your other grandkids are infants to preschoolers. Mine are tweenager and teenager and annoying.) My mom doesn't like my politics. The majority of my FB friends are similarly politically inclined and have literally told me "thanks for posting all the things you do." Guess who wins?
My phone decided to stop charging at 7:30pm last night, at 16% battery; of course too late to do anything about it. And I have meetings off and on this morning. It may be just the battery, but I think the charge port is a bit wonky too and I know storage is constantly low. It may be time to bite the bullet and get a new phone, but I hate getting everything set up and getting used to one so much.
Post by georgeglass on Mar 20, 2017 9:17:07 GMT -5
Our sewer line in our 1931 house backed up for the FOURTH time in the last two years. We are not flushing anything of note. Previous owners replaced 90% of plumbing, but apparently that 10% is a mess. Plumber said it would be over 10k to permanently fix it.
It took a fucking HOUR for H to get his blood drawn this morning. And yet the hospital people seemed flummoxed as to why I was asking about other labs nearby that would be faster. OMG, maybe because I'm going to be late for work and he has to have this done 2x/week and he isn't yet strong enough to walk to and from the bus stop or the hospital. Every time I'm late to work, that's more leave I lose for the fall. I've been pretty calm for the last month, but I'm about to lose my shit.
ALSO, the parking meter app wouldn't let me add time even thought I was in a 2 hour zone and had only parked for 36 minutes. So I had to go move my car up one space to avoid a ticket.
AND ALSO I found a 1099 last night that I'd forgotten about. H got $400 in profit sharing in 2016 from his previous job. They already took out $81 in taxes. I would let them withhold another $100 from our refunds if it meant not filing amended returns. It took our tax attorney friend three hours to navigate married filing separately in a community property state.
I'm not even to work yet, and I am DONE with this week.
I dreamed last night that DH got an enormous tattoo, on his entire back with elements that went all the way down his left arm to the wrist -- and it was of a red, white and blue space shuttle. I sat with him while he had it done.
He works for an aerospace company and he is going to get such a kick out of this when I tell him (he's OOT on a work trip). Meanwhile, I really, REALLY want to get my next tattoo, but I still waffling on placement, partially because I don't know how big I want it. I think I'm going to commission a couple of sketches from artists on Etsy to see what it would look like in different styles. I just need to pull the trigger.
My trainer likes to take a post-workout group photo of us and post them on FB. Usually I'm cool with it, except today (after missing three weeks of workouts) I manage to take the WORST PHOTO EVER! Also while I'm standing next to a guy I haven't seen since college, who was hot then, and pretty hot now at almost 40, and still a nice guy and I look like I smelled a fart and I'm trying to smile through it.
Post by downtoearth on Mar 20, 2017 10:13:42 GMT -5
This young guy was hired to cover a bunch of work that seems to fall to me due to client relations... guy didn't pass his hire drug test, so now it looks like I have to spend a week in a sucky-place doing low-level sucky work because of this. Someone just assumed I would be doing it and I think my response is going to be, "nope, but thanks for considering me."
I had a dream last night featuring this guy I was kind of involved with/totally in love with my senior year off high school and freshman year of college. I haven't been able track him down since Livejournal ceased to be a thing, which annoys me. I want to see what he looks like now.
Post by AutumnRose25 on Mar 20, 2017 10:19:26 GMT -5
My co-worker has been pissing and moaning since last week about having to do her job.
I mean, WTAF are you complaining about? The things being asked if you are literally in your job description.
It's not helping that my job is significantly more demanding than hers, and I am smack in the middle of my annual crunch-time so I'm already stressed and SO not in the mood to hear her bitch about having to print some fucking letters.
One of my co-workers just announced she's leaving, and we still haven't filled the last open position, so there will probably be a lot of extra work to do. This coincides with my brother starting chemo next week on the other side of the country, and it would be nice to be freer to leave if I need to to help my mom.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime. Mark Twain
My husband just sent me a bulleted list of 13 items to be addressed this spring.Â
motherfucking all the things indeed.
Motherfucking engineers.Â
At least it wasn't a spreadsheet?
H's love of spreadsheets has rubbed off on me. I used a spreadsheet to create a medication log - he has 6 in the morning and 4 in the evening. And I put our baby registry on a spreadsheet and bolded the items he needs to research. He's created a monster!
My husband just sent me a bulleted list of 13 items to be addressed this spring.
motherfucking all the things indeed.
Motherfucking engineers.
At least it wasn't a spreadsheet?
I almost wish it was a spreadsheet. With start dates and tentative durations. I mean...I don't need a gantt chart, but sometimes there is confusion about things he thinks will take 2 hours that I think will take all weekend and vice versa....
I should be grateful that he tracks these things so I don't have to. It's really a pretty good division of labor - I take mental responsibility for the day-to-day's and he takes the big stuff. So he knows when the gutters need to be cleaned and I know when we're out of milk. But it does mean that whenever I send him an email about some fun weekend activity I'd like to schedule I get back a huge list of chores. *sigh*
Motherfucking house. Motherfucking yard. Motherfucking mortgage. Motherfucking car and it's fucking maintenance. Motherfucking ALL THE THINGS.
Yeah, this. H noticed yesterday that we're missing a strip of shingles on our roof. Who knows how long they have been gone. Its been stormy lately so hopefully not too long. Also my check engine light has been on on for weeks and I'm overdue for an oil change.
H's love of spreadsheets has rubbed off on me. I used a spreadsheet to create a medication log - he has 6 in the morning and 4 in the evening. And I put our baby registry on a spreadsheet and bolded the items he needs to research. He's created a monster!
I haven't made a single adult decision without a spreadsheet to back me up.
I've got custom formatting on my RUNNING spreadsheet (yes, I have a running spreadsheet) so that if I enter in "Sprint" as the Type in column C my exercise log, it highlights the average time in column F red. And a pivot chart that tallies my distances by week, calculates the expected distance, and gives me the difference (if any). And a shoe mileage tracker so I know how many miles I've put on these shoes.
When I took this job, I put together a carpool cost benefit analysis that looked at the various scenarios for when it would become more cost effective to carpool than drive separate. Best of all, it's fully dynamic, so if I change the cost of gas in one cell, EVERYTHING ELSE UPDATES, from estimated mileage to cost per leg of trip.
My newest one is I've got a plant list of native perennials with soil and sun requirements, mature height, and bloom months color coded.
H's love of spreadsheets has rubbed off on me. I used a spreadsheet to create a medication log - he has 6 in the morning and 4 in the evening. And I put our baby registry on a spreadsheet and bolded the items he needs to research. He's created a monster!
Get him a copy of Baby Bargains and let him go nuts.
H's love of spreadsheets has rubbed off on me. I used a spreadsheet to create a medication log - he has 6 in the morning and 4 in the evening. And I put our baby registry on a spreadsheet and bolded the items he needs to research. He's created a monster!
I haven't made a single adult decision without a spreadsheet to back me up.
I've got custom formatting on my RUNNING spreadsheet (yes, I have a running spreadsheet) so that if I enter in "Sprint" as the Type in column C my exercise log, it highlights the average time in column F red. And a pivot chart that tallies my distances by week, calculates the expected distance, and gives me the difference (if any). And a shoe mileage tracker so I know how many miles I've put on these shoes.
When I took this job, I put together a carpool cost benefit analysis that looked at the various scenarios for when it would become more cost effective to carpool than drive separate. Best of all, it's fully dynamic, so if I change the cost of gas in one cell, EVERYTHING ELSE UPDATES, from estimated mileage to cost per leg of trip.
My newest one is I've got a plant list of native perennials with soil and sun requirements, mature height, and bloom months color coded.
I almost wish it was a spreadsheet. With start dates and tentative durations. I mean...I don't need a gantt chart, but sometimes there is confusion about things he thinks will take 2 hours that I think will take all weekend and vice versa....
I should be grateful that he tracks these things so I don't have to. It's really a pretty good division of labor - I take mental responsibility for the day-to-day's and he takes the big stuff. So he knows when the gutters need to be cleaned and I know when we're out of milk. But it does mean that whenever I send him an email about some fun weekend activity I'd like to schedule I get back a huge list of chores. *sigh*
I tried this with H once and it went over not well. He had a tendency to keep a lot of things he'd like to do around the house in his head and not on the Master List of Projects.
Which is why we have things on that project list that have been there for 10 years. One day....
I almost wish it was a spreadsheet. With start dates and tentative durations. I mean...I don't need a gantt chart, but sometimes there is confusion about things he thinks will take 2 hours that I think will take all weekend and vice versa....
I should be grateful that he tracks these things so I don't have to. It's really a pretty good division of labor - I take mental responsibility for the day-to-day's and he takes the big stuff. So he knows when the gutters need to be cleaned and I know when we're out of milk. But it does mean that whenever I send him an email about some fun weekend activity I'd like to schedule I get back a huge list of chores. *sigh*
I tried this with H once and it went over not well. He had a tendency to keep a lot of things he'd like to do around the house in his head and not on the Master List of Projects.
Which is why we have things on that project list that have been there for 10 years. One day....
I just pulled up our house renovation punchlist up to toture myself - last saved this time 2015. I actually completed one of the tasks this past weekend. There are still several more to go. The trim in my kitchen still isn't painted. *sigh*