so sorry for everyones' loss those who knew her and those who didn't.
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so sorry for everyones' loss those who knew her and those who didn't.
Dear Ears,
Would you mind shutting off the high pitched squeel? I'm getting really tired of it. For once I'm thankful that I'm partially deaf in my right ear. If I knew how to stop the ringing I would. :mad:
And Bonnie, there IS food in your bowl, just eat it, all of it. You don't need your bowl refilled when there's a teaspoon of food remaining. I am fully aware that having hyperthyroid disease sucks. You tell me, constantly.
Dear Rowena,
No your ribs are not showing, nor are mine. That is why we are both on a diet. It is unreasonable for a 14 lb.corgie to insist that you must eat your weight in kibble on a daily basisin order to survive.
Your corgi only weighs 14 pounds? Is she a puppy?
My condolences about Pansy, too, to the people who knew her or who enjoyed her presence here. Cancer is a hard way to go. I hope her transition wasn't too painful.
Roxy
Dear Co-Worker,
You are digging your own grave. You have yet-again outdone yourself. Your lack of attention to detail and ability to follow direction is even lower than I imagined. And with review season right around the corner . . . I would not want to be you come Spring. The file is growing. The complaints have been issued. I tried talking to you one-on-one, but that obviously did not work. The supervisors are now involved and I have ample documentation.
Limewave.
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Originally Posted by limewave
Dear manager. I've let you know for weeks now that I was going to have to be home when Dad began hospice. I've tried my best to be accommodating, offering to come in daily for a few hours, but doing the majority of my work at home.
Now, on the day dad is coming home for the last time, you tell me you want me to work 6 hours a day. Tough sh!t.
My father is dying. He takes precedence over anything you might find important.
I'm filing papers for a full leave of absence, I may turn it into early retirement, I'm that pissed.
Dear self--
You really need to do this. Look at a few webpage, send one e-mail, make one phone call. Not that hard. I know you hate the phone, but this is important. If you don't, you'll be screwing yourself out of something you really want.
I'm so sorry, Snap. For every bit of what you're going through right now. Even from my very limited perspective, it seems like it's all happening so fast. I can only imagine what it feels like from your perspective. I hope your dad isn't in any pain and that you and your family find the support and strength you need. Here's some more hugs to you from me and Brian.
(((((((snap)))))))
Peace and strength to you and your dad. And phooey on your manager.
what oak said!
what lph said.Quote:
Originally Posted by lph
dear friend: are you sure you still want to be my friend? your actions dont reflect it these days. i know you are busy, but this last time you flaked, it was intentional, and that hurts. after 20+ years of friendship, i think i deserve more consideration.
i think i'm trying too hard. i'm here if you want to reach out, but i'm not initiating this any more. you know where i live. oh wait, you don't, you've blown off all my invitations to the new place. the one i've been in for like six months.
yeah.
{{{{snap}}}}
I know what you're going through. It's one year ago today that my grandfather passed away in a hospice facility. Peacefully, and with my grandmother by his side, holding his hand.
And a year ago November that I went to my father's house for his final transition, too. That took a week. He had at-home, round-the-clock hospice care. Those nurses were amazing.
You're absolutely right to take some time off. I will tell you, though, that there may be times that you really need to take a break -- a mental one -- from the bedside care. I did a lot of paper grading while I was at my dad's house and he was sleeping, then comatose, and the rest of us were just waiting for the inevitable. If you can do work at home, you might welcome the diversion.
You take your time and give yourself some space to grieve. And I think if you're financially set for retirement, go ahead and take it. Your boss has no right to expect you to focus on work when your family needs you like they'll need you these next few days.
Much, much love you to and your family.
Roxy
Dear national chain pharmacy:
What in the world were your people thinking when you decided to package each of my prescriptions in a SEPARATE sealed plastic bag, printed with my name, address, telephone number, the name of my prescription plan, the plan price of the medication (which was certainly enough to raise a thief's interest, in one case) and the difference between the plan price and the retail price? (I think my DOB was on there too, but I don't remember for sure, I was so stunned.)
I realize that waste doesn't even enter into pharmacy calculations, when you already package 30 tiny pills in a 75 ml bottle. But did they stop for one second to think that plastic bags won't pass through a shredder?
Plastic is slippery and staticky. It was just about all I could do to cut each one of those panels into enough pieces that my identifying information was more or less obliterated. My dad has a tremor and there's no WAY he'd have been able to do that. My friend has arthritis in her hands, and she wouldn't have been able to do that, either. I'll bet you have a LOT of customers who are physically unable to prevent the identity theft you're inviting.
I'll be getting my next refills somewhere else, thank you, and I certainly hope my state's new anti-pharmacy-shopping law doesn't get in the way of my doing so.
no she is actually two years old and full grown. She is just a very tiny, not purebred corgi. I think she is actually a borgeranian (corgie, beagle, pomeranian)or some such. She has a corgi head and ears, the typical corgi shed a rugs worth of coat every day of the year, and the corgi bunny butt but her legs are quite fine and her chest is not as broad as it should be. She is amazingly agile and can get all four feet off the floor at the same, something I have never seen another full blood corgi do.Quote:
Originally Posted by snapdragen
in the picture she is sharing my lap with Tux our Main Coon who actually outweighs her but is about the same size, if you ignore the projectile shedding armpits
Oh she's cute! My corgi, Chloe, does the four footed jump, I always said it was because she grew up with cats. :)
She is darling. :)
My Measle did the four-footed jump. By appearance, we guessed he was half Dalmatian and half greyhound. When he jumped with all four feet, he could clear the sofa. :eek: He liked to spin in the air, too, so he'd come down facing the opposite direction he started from.
Um...how could anyone ignore something like that ? :eek: lol!Quote:
Originally Posted by marni
What a mental image!
Dear telephone solicitor for some firefighters organization: When I firmly, but politely, tell you that I never commit to donations over the phone, but will be happy to decide whether to donate after reviewing any written materials they care to send me, telling me "I hope your children never get burned" is NOT the way to change my mind!
I hang up on any solicitor who happens to get through the do not call list. Who thought the list of non-profits that call me would be so long? This includes the ASU alumni association, who I told to quit calling me. They ask poor students to do their dirty work. I am a life member and I give almost every year, but please, let me do it by mail.
I'm acquiring a decent sized database of call center phone numbers. Whenever I get a spam call, I program my phone to send that number straight to voicemail. Some still get through (got one this morning, actually), but you'd be surprised how many solicitors use the same call centers, thus the same numbers. The longer I do this, the more numbers are in my phone, and the fewer I have to answer.
OMG. That's ridiculous. I don't care how worthy a cause is; it's not an invitation or excuse to be rude. I'd be calling the Powers that Be at that organization and giving them an earful.Quote:
Originally Posted by BikeDutchess
I'm loving having functional caller-ID on the house phone. I can see who's calling, and choose whether to answer or let go to voice mail. Amazing how few solicitors continue to the option of leaving a message.
Mostly these days it's all machine dialed, so the worker doesn't even get connected to you if it's voicemail. Our landlines are all forwarded to our cell phones, and a lot of times even the little hesitation that goes with call forwarding will kick us out of their system (not always quick enough that the phone doesn't ring, though).Quote:
Originally Posted by bmccasland
We gave up our landline when we moved this June. I think I've gotten maybe one solicitation call on my cell phone since then. Love it!
Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are
I am so tired of dealing with the post-flood mess.
I complained for months that the drains were being weird. When later 14 apartments flood, do you think maybe you should have listened to me?
Now the carpet, which you refused to replace after the flood 5 weeks ago, is developing 2 or 3 new holes every fricking time I vacuum. My vacuum cleaner is older than you. I sincerely doubt that my vacuum is destroying the carpet.
Do not tell me again that *I* have to pay to have the carpet replaced.
Just give me new carpet and new padding.
Love, hugs, and juicy wet (post-flood) kisses,
Knot
Eewwww Knot. Yucky. :eek: Hope things work out.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Happy Anniversary to you.. I am happy that you have very strong relationship.. For 50 years of married, you're not having personal problems.. I am so proud of you. Keep that up Mum and Dad..
Your Loving Son,
Moby
Awesome fincsher! My parents were married 62 years - I find it amazing.
Dear people--
ARGH. Stop telling me that dairy/gluten/trendy food "allergen" of the week is causing my eczema. I've had it for 20 years. It's not diet-related--I can eat as much dairy/gluten/trendy "allergen" as I want and not have a problem, and I can totally abstain and have horribly red and itchy hands. It may work for you/your offspring/your cousin's best friend's college roommate, but it won't work for me. If you really want to know, it's stress-related. I'm going to go eat a bagel with cream cheese and wash it down with a big glass of milk. :P
Oh, and stop bathing your offspring in anti-bacterial soap and let the kid go play in some dirt.
Me.
Dear newly adopted kitty Sheba,
Can you please keep in mind now that although you used to live as a street urchin under the porch of the kind woman who brought you to the humane shelter last October, that you are now a safe and beloved indoor feline living in the lap of luxury?
I mean, was it really necessary for you to unexpectedly dash out the kitchen door between our legs this morning at 5Freakin' degrees into the snow and ice and run merrily down the driveway, thus scaring the crap out of us and causing us to chase after you coatless and gloveless in our socks in the snow before you disappear altogether? :eek:
But Thank You at least for having enough common sense in your little kitty walnut brain to then have a "Hmmm..." moment, turn around, and dash back up the driveway to the porch and back into the house, to our amazed and extreme relief! :cool:
I'm glad Sheba came back inside so quickly. DH and I are totally cracking up over "little kitty walnut brain" by the way. Too funny!
She had a memory lapse about what it was like to live outdoors until she got a taste from the cold, ice and snow- So glad to hear that Sheba turned around!
Dear current boss and potential new boss-
I suspected that applying for this lateral transfer might cause some tension and consternation. I actually thought that a chance of scenery and pace would be good for me. Now I realize that, no matter what decision I make, I will offend and upset one of you. I hate office politics. Maybe the best thing to do is to decline an interview and save everyone, including myself, a ton of trouble. But then I could ruin future opportunities for myself. I don't know what to do.
Sincerely,
Stressed out
Becky - take the interview. You have nothing to loose, really. Your future is in your control, and you have to look out for you. Not only that, you don't have a job offer, only an interview. And when they ask you "if offered the job, would you take it?" The answer is "yes". You are not there to have fun doing an interview and that's it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Becky
I'm not sure if they ever *totally* get over it.... I found my boy kitty abandoned by his mother outside when he was about 7-9 weeks old. He escaped once for a few hours, but otherwise hasn't been outside for years... Just last week when I had a really heavy bag of groceries in my arms he decided to pull a runner. I dropped the bag and dove after him. He got about 4 feet and ran in a bush (fortunately this is all in the little 10 foot breezeway between my house and my neighbors). I belated closed my back door (girl kitty looking out... what's all the fuss??) to keep the other cat in and dove back for Koji. He ran to the door (which I had closed), and finding the way blocked ran for my neighbors back yard. My neighbor heard the commotion and was starting out his back door, which scared the cat back into my arms - where in he was promptly deposited back in the house.... whew....Quote:
Originally Posted by BleeckerSt_Girl
I don't know why he did it, because it scares him half to death to be outside. Still I have to watch him when I come inside, because he's always trying to stick his nose out of the door. Sometimes I wonder if I should leash train him. I'm not sure my girl (from the humane society) has ever been outside. I've never really tempted her, but I think you could leave her in front of an open door and she'd just sit there looking out.
<raises hand>Quote:
Originally Posted by Owlie
Guilty, as charged.
(only because my eczema is totally stress-and-gluten-related and disappeared completely when I cut it out)
Beth- You're absolutely right about taking the interview. However, I'm not really sure that the grass is any greener on the other side of this particular fence. For the sake of brevity, I've left out a lot of the office political crap about why I know that people are upset and why I'm fairly certain that this will lead to a job offer. I could be wrong though....Quote:
Originally Posted by bmccasland
As it stands right now, I don't know if I would accept a potential offer. For that reason, I'm wondering if accepting a interview is fair to the hiring manager.
*sighs*
(And yes, I'm one of those analytical, contingency-plan-for-everything, overthinking types. Probably time for a pro/con list or two.)
dear idiot texas driver turning left on 1093 in fulshear,
Yes your john deer green and yellow truck matches the john deer green and yellow trailer hauling a green and yellow john deer riding lawn mower. Never the less, that does not give you the right to zoom past me while in the right hand lane and then hang a left and pull in in front of me as I turn left with the light from the proper left turn lane.
May your tractor break down, your trailer develop a flat and your truck blow a piston as you pull into your driveway to mow your lawn, and may your lawn be infested in gopher holes, cow patties, fire ant hills at least a foot high and nasty smelly mushrooms.
thank goodness for an alert driver behind me who saw what was happening and gave me space to pull an emergency stop.
Other than that it was a lovely ride. God bless Texas drivers I always say.