Flameworthy confession: I've been stalking the outfit of the day posts around the forum, and I don't understand why some people post in them. Some of the outfits are great, but some of them are just totally bland and unremarkable.
Today's vents: A new person started today and my boss sprung her on me without notice, so I'll have to sit with her all afternoon. I don't really have any work to give her, but could've if I'd known. I hate winging it and being unprepared because then we all look like idiots.
Plus they just filled the formerly vacant office across from my cubicle so now I won't be able to dork around on the internet as freely.
Just a random: I'm reading an Ann Patchett novel and am not impressed. The book jacket and innards are covered in praise, it was featured at the local B&N, she's an award-winning author, blah blah blah, but I'm just over 200 pages into the book and could happily set it down forever without knowing how it ends.
My unstoppable pregancy related acid reflux disease (aka Heartburn from hell) is NOT under control and is making me a HUGE bitch. every once in a well I get contractions and have to call the dr.
It's embarrassing to be on bedrest due to heartburn, it's horrific to think I might have a preemie due to heartburn. It's fuckin' absurd and I hate people right now.
I'm so sorry MrD. That really fucking sucks. After everything you've been through, you deserve a comfortable uneventful pregnancy and this really blows.
Post by 2curlydogs on Jun 18, 2012 10:12:16 GMT -5
My mom asked me if we are having money troubles yesterday. All because I kept forgetting to send my sister a check for Mother's Day. I'm trying not to be offended but failing because I'm not the only person who hasn't paid her back yet and I don't see Mom accusing THEM of having problems.
Oh. And as we were leaving, she pulled out the guilt trip of "You missed a very nice dinner with the Archbishop the other week." They had Listecki out for dinner and invited all us kids and spouses (but no grandkids). On a Thursday. I had declined to attend and, from talking to my sister, was glad I did because it was an evening of my brother and SIL talking about how Devoutly Catholic they are. So Mom was giving me the side-eye for being the only one to not attend, even though I explained that to do so would mean I wouldn't see B at all that evening. Yes, we know I'm a Bad Catholic. Especially compared to my Pharisee brother and SIL. *snorts*
Oh. And we don't see them often enough. *sigh* I don't have the energy to explain that we don't see ANYONE in either of our families very often. It wouldn't be worth the discussion.
We've been going to the same vet clinic for going on 6 years now. We see the same vet 90% of the time. I'm on a first name basis with most of the regular staff. But apparently a new vet tech did the estimate on Lucky's surgery because, when I picked it up this morning, she had priced out RIMADYL as the pain killer. Lucky can't have Rimadyl. He's on prednisone daily. Has been for 4 years now. It's all over his damn chart that he's Addisonian and is on daily pred. The interaction between Rimadyl and pred would kill him. I nearly lost my mind when I saw that and may or may not have gotten shriek-y. The surgeon's tech (who was checking him in) was very nice about it and made more big notes about him being ON PRED and to use Tramadol. But FFS!
Post by laurenpetro on Jun 18, 2012 10:18:23 GMT -5
oh, and i spent an ENTIRE EVENING with my father and his stupid wife and DIDN'T MAKE FACES AT HER ONCE.
and TBH, she was finally half a human. she even saved jack from getting burnt on the stove (thanks, DH, for letting him out of the PnP and not telling anyone!)
Post by thejackpot on Jun 18, 2012 10:33:49 GMT -5
My aw is I am still in my jammies and I have been very creative in finding something to eat as we need groceries. Another aw is I cleaned and organized my pantry, from pinterest to reality actually happened
I have AW. My vacation was awesome. I LOVED Morocco.
I was going to AW my trip to Lake Tahoe but now that you brought up going to Morocco I'm going to vent that I never get to go anywhere awesome ::stomps foot::
Post by statlerwaldorf on Jun 18, 2012 10:53:37 GMT -5
I wish some heavier people would post in the OOTD posts. Not that you'd ever see my fat butt posting in them or anything. I also wish there were more weekend posts. I get tired of seeing office apparel.
I have lots of cute pics of my spawn from this weekend - we went to Indiana for a visit and spent Saturday at my uncle's house on a lake. Tons of fun!
My vent is - I AM COVERED IN MOFO HIVES AND THEY ARE SUCKING MY WILL TO LIVE. My favorite part about treatment advice for hives is to not sweat and stay out of the sun. That's real fucking awesome considering I am the primary caregiver for two small children who need to go outside and run off energy. Too bad they require my supervision for the most part. Plus, it's hot as balls which means the best option is the pool/splash park and both require me to be out with them. And as for sweating, well that's fucking great b/c I am trying to get in shape and lose weight. Sweating is part of it.
But really, the worst part is that this is a recurring problem and no one can figure out why. It's probably not sunscreen/allergy b/c anti-histamines aren't touching it. A lot of what I've seen says it means thyroid/autoimmune issues, but according to my doc, my thyroid is normal (despite the fact that I do have quite a few hypothyroid symptoms). Whatever. I hate hives. I also hate steroids but I'm going in today to get a fucking shot and some prednisone. If it makes the hives on my muthafucking face go away, I will deal with it.
Post by lyssbobiss, Command, B613 on Jun 18, 2012 11:00:03 GMT -5
One of our clinical directors passed away yesterday and I am heartbroken. He was a great man. With that, on top of the massive layoffs and everything else, I hate coming in to work anymore. I literally HATE it. In sort of happy news, I have met two guys that I really like. One leads the youth at our church. He is out of town this week at camp with them so I can't talk to him. Bummer. The other is straight-up out of my league. He is so so so cute, so funny, a total zombie enthusiast, and he gives me butterflies like crazy. I hung out with him Saturday. I really hope one of these works out because I'm tired of paying for my own food. Ha.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
Work vent ahead: I am sick and dayum tired of watching people kowtow to folks who don't want shit to do with them. This trying to reach across the suburbs bullshit has GOTS to muthaeffin' end. What pisses me off even more is that it's a person who I would have thought knew better. Heifer was all gung-ho pissed off earlier this year and NOW she wants to offer and hand. Bitch please. These folks are like the dayum mob. Don't you get it? As soon as you serve your purpose, your ass will be uninvited to the fancy steak dinners too.
Flameworthy confession: I've been stalking the outfit of the day posts around the forum, and I don't understand why some people post in them. Some of the outfits are great, but some of them are just totally bland and unremarkable.
This is not flameworthy at all. I don't understand it either. Why you wanna post stuff looking like Granny Eloise is dayum beyond me.
Also, I just got a call from PTS's school that they think she scratched her eye with the corner of a book and they want me to come and pick her up because it won't stop watering. Am I right that this is complete bullshit?
Unless water is code for blood, I'll join the bullshit club.
Post by ChillyMcFreeze on Jun 18, 2012 11:22:11 GMT -5
I have an interview next week for an adjunct teaching position!! Yahoo put out a list last week of graduate degrees not to bother with, which included mass media/mass communication. Well, suck it, Yahoo.
My ILs drive me nuts. I don't like my DD spending time there. I'm afraid she will catch their slippery sense of ethics and right/wrong. Everytime she goes over there I feel nervous. Since my H takes care of the baby during the day he often takes her over for a visit. They are over there now and I'm counting down the minutes until he tells me he is back home with her.
I don't know if I need therapy to deal with these feelings or if I'm justified. They live across the street from a drug house and they have a 100+ lb. untrained Rottweiler that lives outside which does not aid in my comfort.
I keep driving by my new house and I'm so excited about it and my new neighborhood! The community center, park and pool are about 2 blocks from me, and there are kids and MILFs all over the place. It's looking more and more like I'll be a S/WAHM starting in July, so I'm really hoping Ben and I can make some new friends.
This stuff is just killing me. Every time I start to have fantasies about going back to work FT, or getting a "real" lawyer job, some shit like this happens that's all "and how would you handle this if you were actually expected to work any kind of regular hours?"
Your DH is a doc, right? Yeah, that's tough. Mine is a "lazy government worker", so his job was always flexible in those situations.
I'll add a flameful to pick up the board - I judge HARD women who have sex or get pregnant less than 8 weeks after birth, a la Tori Spelling. I especially judge them for total morans when they use the excuse they just really like sex and couldn't wait or there was little damage to their vaginas for whatever reason. The wait has nothing to do with your vagina and everything to do with the giant, gaping, bleeding hole left in your uterus from your placenta, idiot.
Post by auntnettie on Jun 18, 2012 11:35:23 GMT -5
It's going to be 90 today and I'm sitting in my office with a wool sweater on because the a/c is too cold.
I got carded Saturday night and I'm over 45! I thought the girl was kidding but she said she needed to see my I.D. I don't look my age but I certainly do not look like I'm under 21! LOL.
I have a bad attitude at work and could really use a vacation.
I'll add a flameful to pick up the board - I judge HARD women who have sex or get pregnant less than 8 weeks after birth, a la Tori Spelling. I especially judge them for total morans when they use the excuse they just really like sex and couldn't wait or there was little damage to their vaginas for whatever reason. The wait has nothing to do with your vagina and everything to do with the giant, gaping, bleeding hole left in your uterus from your placenta, idiot.
Dude I judge getting pregnant again during that first year. This sentiment started a huge board war/implosion on my BMB board. So I don't think you are all that flammable here.
I have AW. My vacation was awesome. I LOVED Morocco.
Tell me everything! Where in Morocco did you go?! We went last fall and love love loved it.
We rented a riad about 10 miles south of Essouira on the beach. It was amazing. We rode camels along the beach which was a lot of fun and had some amazing meals at places that wouldn't pass health inspection in the US (I think the only sort of mission work I could get behind is one that spays street animals--they were everywhere including inside one of the restaurants we ate at). The souk in Essouira was so much fun. So many colors and smells.
We then went into the Atlas mountains for a couple days and hikes with mules. The Atlas were beautiful, but I enjoyed Essouira so much, I would go back.
This stuff is just killing me. Every time I start to have fantasies about going back to work FT, or getting a "real" lawyer job, some shit like this happens that's all "and how would you handle this if you were actually expected to work any kind of regular hours?"
Vent as a follow up to this post... I have a friend on FB who, whenever mommy wars stuff comes up, likes to post things like "and those moms who don't work but still send their kids to school shouldn't even have an opinion on this." Well, guess what, I do... She may or may not be referring to me but I do sometimes get the side eye from other women about the fact that I SAH and my kids go to school or full time MDO.
Well, here's the thing--- I worked a crap-ton of hours for very little money. My husband is a partner in a law firm but has way more flexibility than I ever did. My work situation was not very family friendly. Still, I never wanted to be a SAHM. The idea of being with my kids all day, everyday was not appealing to me as much as I love them. I thought I was going back to work up until a month after DS#1 was born but we started to seriously think about what we would do with no family closer than 4 hours away and realized me leaving my job was the best answer. And now I have to hear about it from people. Mind your own damn business.
I'll add a flameful to pick up the board - I judge HARD women who have sex or get pregnant less than 8 weeks after birth, a la Tori Spelling. I especially judge them for total morans when they use the excuse they just really like sex and couldn't wait or there was little damage to their vaginas for whatever reason. The wait has nothing to do with your vagina and everything to do with the giant, gaping, bleeding hole left in your uterus from your placenta, idiot.
Dude I judge getting pregnant again during that first year. This sentiment started a huge board war/implosion on my BMB board. So I don't think you are all that flammable here.