I Hate Dialysis Message Board
Off-Topic => Off-Topic: Talk about anything you want. => Topic started by: ToddB0130 on January 15, 2012, 06:03:42 PM
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Let's be honest --- dialysis isn't the only thing we "hate" or want to "rant" about, so .........BRING IT ON !!!
Here's my pet peeve (of the day) ..... The apartment complex where I live has no assigned parking. At all. Some of these folks who live here must have four cars or something. It is ridiculous and could be easily solved if they just appointed one parking spot per tenant (and a designated place for "extra" cars). Really annoying. There are handicapped spots available, but haven't yet started dialysis and even though I've had some serious foot surgeries, I don't think of myself as being handicapped and would rather leave those spots to folks who presently have a real need.
End rant.
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Good onya, Todd!
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Okay, I'll bite...
To continue on the parking rant, what is the deal with people who can't park in between the lines? Or, the ones who take a valuable end spot, then don't take advantage of its glory and park hugging the line next to the neighboring spot? And what is the deal with when you're the first one to park, then you come out and some idiot has parked mere inches away from your car *on the driver's side*!!! How do they expect you to get in? I really like my car and how it looks, and I do not like door dings. It seems like I am in the minority in this.
And yes, galvo, I agree that your complex needs to have assigned parking, one per tenant. That is ludricous! I live in a condo complex, and we all have 2 assigned spots. It is beyond aggravating when I come home and someone is in my spot. At least I have my second spot to park in, but it is still aggravating.
KarenInWA
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Somehow when they built the apt. complex I worked at, they built 190 units and only 170 parking spaces. Who was thinking when they did that???? Caused no end of problems.
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I sure remember those days. Was down right aggravating.
lmunchkin
:kickstart;
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Okay - here's my parking rant for today.
If you are walking through a parking lot, for God's sake, pay attention to your surroundings. Do not wander all over the parking lot with complete disregard to the cars around you. As much as we try not to run you over, we cannot read your mind as to where you may be going next.
Also, if you have small children, for God's sake hold their hands. When I see people who let their kids run amok in a parking lot, I think "they must not want those kids very much longer". ???
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Let's be honest --- dialysis isn't the only thing we "hate" or want to "rant" about, so .........BRING IT ON !!!
Here's my pet peeve (of the day) ..... The apartment complex where I live has no assigned parking. At all. Some of these folks who live here must have four cars or something. It is ridiculous and could be easily solved if they just appointed one parking spot per tenant (and a designated place for "extra" cars). Really annoying. There are handicapped spots available, but haven't yet started dialysis and even though I've had some serious foot surgeries, I don't think of myself as being handicapped and would rather leave those spots to folks who presently have a real need.
End rant.
you must live where i do, it really sucks because im the last to get home cause of dialysis and there are no spaces left, i've complained numerous times to management. definitely moving when my lease is over
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our complex use to do the same thing but got so many complaints that we got assigned our own spaces.
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My rant for the day....
Dear Gram,
Good for you for figuring out email at your age. I'm happy you decided to become internet savvy in your late 70's. I know how much you enjoy staying in touch with your kids, grandkids, and many friends.
But please, STOP FORWARDING ME EVERY BIGOTED, RACIST PIECE OF CRAP YOUR CRAZY FRIENDS SEND YOU. Just because I'm polite enough not to argue with my elders when they are too stubborn to realize the world has changed does not mean I actually agree with or appreciate any of this nonsense. Here's a hint - not everything you read online is true! Not every Muslim in the US is here to kill Christians. Halal meat is not somehow poisonous to Christians just because a Muslim prepared it according to the Koran. Not every Jew is trying to take over the world market. Not every person on welfare does drugs. Has it ever, just once, occurred to you that part of the benefit of keeping the church out of the government is that it also keeps the government out of the church? It's really best if they don't start giving orders to either side. Given that White Anglo Saxon Protestants have ceased to be a majority in this country, now would be a good time to realize that, because I highly doubt you'd be any happier being ordered to say the rosary than you would be having to kneel to Mecca. *sigh*
Love always,
beany
I finally lost it last week, and sent a cheerful note back asking who was sending her all the BS, with an explanation of why the statements in the last email weren't true. I tried to word it as politely as possible, but apparently I've offended her, because she hasn't sent anything back. I'd feel bad about offending her, but I'm really tired of being offended whenever I get another email from her.
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JBeany ---- Now *THAT'S* a rant !!! And thanks for moving beyond my original parking rant.
This thread is for ANY and ALL rants about anything not related to dialysis or kidney disease .........so keep 'em coming !!!
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To Karen - I am one of the people who can't reverse park between the lines. Sorry - I probably shouldn't have a licence! I try not to do it as I don't do it well and will park further away and walk to where I'm going.
Jbeany, I too have had to request 'please, no more forwards' but luckily it went okay for me!
My rant for the day....can't think of one. Do I lack passion?
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Chook - I'm not talking about people who reverse park, I'm talking about the ones who just park head first! Especially when parking so close to the next car. Annoying!!!
My rant for the day is people who choose not to take the time to learn how to drive in the snow/ice. We are having winter here in Seattle this week. I keep hearing about people who "gun it" and end up in accidents. This latest story, on the news, was about someone backing out of their driveway, they "gunned it" and ended up in the driveway *across the street* and hit that person's parked car into their house! So, innocent neighbor gets damage to both their car and their attached garage, all because their stupid neighbor "gunned it" onto a slippery street! Also, to those who tailgate in these conditions - Seriously???
I'm no expert when it comes to driving in the snow, but I have managed to drive in it w/o hitting anything or ending up in a ditch. Drive slow, in low gear, keep your distance from others, downshift when approaching a stop, turn *into* the skid, and above all - TRY NOT TO PANIC!!!! /Rant over
KarenInWA
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Karen - nose in first I can manage! :2thumbsup;
And I've found a rant about drivers too: lights on, everyone!!! Even on the best of sunny days, it's no extra trouble to drive with lights on. And WHY, on those dull, rainy days, are there 3 out of 4 cars without their lights on?! (I've counted!!) And I don't mean the parking lights, I mean headlights.
And when you turn the lights on, turn on your tolerance as well. Take time to be a considerate driver. I'm certain that if calmness and patience could replace haste and anger on the roads, our accident rate would drop drastically! Rant over! (Felt good!)
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Beany, I enjoyed your rant to good old Gram. I, too, have people sending me all sorts of supposed-to-be- funny-(but isn't ) garbage. The headings are warning enough; I just delete them.
Re driving and parking - I have a disabled driver sticker and a battered old car. The world is my oyster.
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Okay, I'll bite...
To continue on the parking rant, what is the deal with people who can't park in between the lines? Or, the ones who take a valuable end spot, then don't take advantage of its glory and park hugging the line next to the neighboring spot? And what is the deal with when you're the first one to park, then you come out and some idiot has parked mere inches away from your car *on the driver's side*!!! How do they expect you to get in? I really like my car and how it looks, and I do not like door dings. It seems like I am in the minority in this.
And yes, galvo, I agree that your complex needs to have assigned parking, one per tenant. That is ludricous! I live in a condo complex, and we all have 2 assigned spots. It is beyond aggravating when I come home and someone is in my spot. At least I have my second spot to park in, but it is still aggravating.
KarenInWA
We have a Police Officer that drives his patrol car home every night. He parks SIDEWAYS so his car is pointing toward the exit, so he can "Expediate his departure when duty calls!!". He takes up at least 4 or 5 parking spots in our apartment complex. Who is going to tell the Cop to park correctly. I know that some of the residents have called the Police Department, but it hasn't done any good. They stick up for their own. And the Resident Managers, they LOVE have a police officer in the midest of the neighboorhood, so they don't care where he parks his patrol car, as long as he parks it somewhere.
ME, i park over the white line, I get a letter in the mail!!!!!
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Doctors SUCK !
Today's Rant ---- 2PM eye doctor's appointment. Show up a bit early. An hour later (from my appointment time, NOT from when I arrived) , I'm still sitting in the lobby. No one has done a thing ...... Tech finally calls me and I say (knowing the answer) ... "My appointment was an hour ago ....Am I seeing the doctor right now or are you planning to do a preliminary exam, put drops in my eye that I'll need to wait take effect, blah, blah, blah".
Tech says "Oh, the doctor is behind schedule ...yea, I'll be doing the drops and...." ...........
I said, "Well, I can't wait any longer ...". And I left.
Now .....what makes them think this is acceptable ?? (TO ME) My time is just as valuable as theirs. Why do they think it's okay to overbook ? And take "emergencies" instead of appointments ?? It's not my fault they don't know how to schedule ......and they shouldn't schedule an entire day of appointments if they're going to try to take "emergencies" too.
WTF ............. Did the tech really think I didn't *know* the doctor was behind schedule ?? Why not CALL patients before their apppointment and say "The doctor is running behind, would you like to reschedule ?"
If I showed up late for the appointment, I have no doubt I would hear about it or be told I have to reschedule.
I try to fit an appointment in during a "long lunch hour" (I'm in management, so I can make up an extra hour staying late, etc) ...... but with travel time to and from an appointment, etc .....it is just ridiculous for any 'professionals' to think that someone can be kept waiting an hour doing NOTHING (if the tech had taken me in and done the prelim with the eye drops, etc) during that time .... I *might have* waited ... but, REALLY.
I don't get it ...........I'm sure the doctor could care less that he's lost a patient ........ apparently he has plenty. So, I'm off to find a new eye doctor.
End of rant.
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todd i really like to read your rants because i go through the same things. but i feel really uncomfortable pulling them up cause of your avatar, the nurses think i'm looking at gay porn
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That's funny !! Okay, maybe it's time for a change (it's actually Albert Einstein's head on someone's buff body ...Marky Mark, maybe ??)
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Are there any honest people left?
I am working behind the counter in a small country town toy store.
Occasionly when I ring something up or give change I make an error. Sometimes it is obvious, say I ring up 4.99 instead of 24.99. Now the customer must know that I've erred to the tune of $20 but says nothing. Sometimes I know these people quite well - I would not describe them as dishonest.
I could not do that. I make up the difference from my own pocket as it's my mistake.
I'm saddened by how often it happens.
It's wrong!
End of rant.
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one of my biggest pet peeves is people constantly texting and not paying attention to their surroundings. If I had a dishonest bone in my body, I would target those texters as my prime victims for pickpocketing, as they wouldn't even notice until hours later due to the fact that they are busy texting. And why do people insist on walking around aimlessly when they yak on their cell ?
And my biggest one is people who insist on texting/yakking on their phone while working out.
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My rant for the day....
Dear Gram,
Good for you for figuring out email at your age. I'm happy you decided to become internet savvy in your late 70's. I know how much you enjoy staying in touch with your kids, grandkids, and many friends.
But please, STOP FORWARDING ME EVERY BIGOTED, RACIST PIECE OF CRAP YOUR CRAZY FRIENDS SEND YOU. Just because I'm polite enough not to argue with my elders when they are too stubborn to realize the world has changed does not mean I actually agree with or appreciate any of this nonsense. Here's a hint - not everything you read online is true! Not every Muslim in the US is here to kill Christians. Halal meat is not somehow poisonous to Christians just because a Muslim prepared it according to the Koran. Not every Jew is trying to take over the world market. Not every person on welfare does drugs. Has it ever, just once, occurred to you that part of the benefit of keeping the church out of the government is that it also keeps the government out of the church? It's really best if they don't start giving orders to either side. Given that White Anglo Saxon Protestants have ceased to be a majority in this country, now would be a good time to realize that, because I highly doubt you'd be any happier being ordered to say the rosary than you would be having to kneel to Mecca. *sigh*
Love always,
beany
I finally lost it last week, and sent a cheerful note back asking who was sending her all the BS, with an explanation of why the statements in the last email weren't true. I tried to word it as politely as possible, but apparently I've offended her, because she hasn't sent anything back. I'd feel bad about offending her, but I'm really tired of being offended whenever I get another email from her.
Haha! Love this. Back in the mid-noughties I used to receive daily emails from a very very VERY distant cousin whom I've never met (I 'met' him whilst tracing my family tree; we shared a 5x-greatgrandparent or something) and you could guarantee that nearly every single one would contain an offensive joke (usually against Muslims). I got so annoyed that I emailed him back and told him the jokes very rude and offensive and could he stop putting them in the emails (he sent them to everybody on his family tree list). He replied that they were funny and usually true (wtf?) and nobody else had complained so he'd continue to do it. I told him he was a very bigotted old man, to remove me from the email list and then promptly blocked him.
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Last week I went to go for a wee at work and somebody (could have been a student or a member of staff as we share toilets) had done a massive (and very messy) number two. And they hadn't flushed. And they'd managed to get it on bits of the toilet that they had no right getting it on. I didn't use that toilet, but felt ever-so sorry for the cleaners. I just don't understand it; by the age of 16 (it's a 16+ college) you should know how to use the toilet properly and how to flush it. Would you leave your toilet in that sort of state at home?! It makes me feel quite positively ill.
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Onya Pops. I really didn't fancy any lunch.
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Sitting down on a toilet seat not realizing that it was wet. Grosses me out. Is it urine or just backsplash from the toilet flushing?
People talking on their cell phones when you are in their company, talking one on one with them and the conversation gets interrupted that they HAVE to answer their cell phone.
People not wiping their liscense plates off when it's snowing and leave them covered with snow whole driving.
Someone interrupting you when you are speaking.
People not making eye contact with you when you're speaking to them.
People trying to speak when food is in their mouth at the same time.
And people being late to arrive/show up at an appointment.
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Today's rant will be book based (you can see from my new avatar, I'm a book fan ........... changed the old 'gay porn' buff Einstein (a/k/a Gerald Lively) avatar for bansix ..... HA !) .......
Anywhooooooo .......
I bought a book on Amazon because I liked the author, only to find out I already had the book ........but this version I just bought was from the UK with a different title. BOO !! At least it was a cheap used one from the Amazon Marketplace.
And my second book rant is about myself. I hate when I buy a hardcover book and don't read it quickly, only for it to come out in paperback and I still haven't read it. ARGH !!!
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I bought a book on Amazon because I liked the author, only to find out I already had the book ........but this version I just bought was from the UK with a different title. BOO !!
MacCaffrey's Pern novels are dreadful for that. I also hate it when you get excited seeing a new title, only to realize that it's just the first 2 or 3 in the series packaged together and renamed - i.e. Jim Butcher's Dresden Files.
Proudly waving my geek flag here with my book choices!
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People not making eye contact with you when you're speaking to them.
Gosh, you'd hate me then! I don't *do* eye contact; can't cope with it at all.
Following on from Todd's book rant, why on earth did they have to change the title of the first Harry Potter book for the American market? Philosopher sounds so much better than Sorcerer. And they're not even the same thing. Pesky American folk!
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And, following on from my poo post, I have to spend most of my ten minute walk from the bus to work every morning trying to avoid dog poo. It makes me want to scream. And cry.
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Hey, pops, if avoiding dog poo makes you scream and cry, what are your reactions when you step in it?
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What is it with those people who park on the blue hashed area at the side of the disabled space? I threatened to call the cops on a guy once who argued that it wasn't part of the disabled parking space. Funny how he stopped arguing at that point and left.
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People not making eye contact with you when you're speaking to them.
:rofl;
I am working with a slightly autistic kid. Quite an interesting student, BUT, he has a very loud voice and he broadcasts any thought that comes into his head!
:rofl; :rofl; :rofl;
The "rule" I'm trying to teach him is that if he is NOT looking at least at someone's face (not even going for the eyes, yet), he needs to keep that conversation in his head.
:2thumbsup;
End of rant.....
Aleta
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Hey, pops, if avoiding dog poo makes you scream and cry, what are your reactions when you step in it?
Trust me, galvo ... I would never step in it.
(and if I did, I would probably vomit which doesn't come easy for me because I suffer from emetophobia ...)
;D
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My son is Autistic. Eye contact is the most difficult for him. It's extremely hard. :(
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My new pet peeve is people who think it is perfectly acceptable to smoke in their cars with the windows down at stoplights. Now my car smells like smoke.....grrrr.... >:(
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My son is Autistic. Eye contact is the most difficult for him. It's extremely hard. :(
I realize that, Cordelia. this kid is really, really interesting, and I would never even suggest that he had to look into someone's eyes when speaking to them. We are just working on having him come to realize that when others are trying to concentrate, they don't necessarily need to know every thought that goes through his head, spoken in a loud enough voice that students in the next classroom can ALSO hear him.
:rofl;
Here are some examples: "Huh. I wonder when I dropped that paper?"
"I broke my pencil. Now I have to get up and sharpen it again."
"It looks like ____ has alot of work to do."
"I see that _____ hasn't put out the snack cards yet."
"When I finish this, I'm going to do some extra math."
"This is going to be an interesting day, because X teacher is absent."
All of these things are part of his way of processing his environment. I get that. I even support it.
Now bear in mind, that he has come a long, long way in the past year and a half. He now trusts others, has friends and enjoys school - things that he had never experienced before. He's extremely bright, too. But he has this running monolog. We just want him to learn to keep his voice down so others can work, too. So we are trying to get him to recognize that if he isn't specifically talking to a person (or addressing the class), he is truly talking to himself and needs to lower his voice so he is the only one who hears what he is saying.
We HAVE been successful in helping him learn not to interrupt others when they are speaking. :2thumbsup; It's a long process. Sometimes I just get tired.
Sorry for the rant.
Aleta
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emetophobia! Bloody scrabble players!!
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emetophobia! Bloody scrabble players!!
:rofl; :rofl; :rofl;
It would not do to have this phobia as a teacher of young children!
:rofl; :rofl; :rofl;
So, one day a little girl was trying to tell me something, and as we do, I squatted down to be looking at her face to face (this was back in the days that my knees worked). She was obviously distressed, and unable to really tell me what what bothering her. Then she just looked at me.....and the thought went through my head that I KNEW that look. Realization dawned and I whipped her around to face the other way just in time!
Nope, I don't have emetophobia, but I'd rather not have to wear it!
:rofl; :rofl; :rofl;
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My son is Autistic. Eye contact is the most difficult for him. It's extremely hard. :(
I realize that, Cordelia. this kid is really, really interesting, and I would never even suggest that he had to look into someone's eyes when speaking to them. We are just working on having him come to realize that when others are trying to concentrate, they don't necessarily need to know every thought that goes through his head, spoken in a loud enough voice that students in the next classroom can ALSO hear him.
:rofl;
Here are some examples: "Huh. I wonder when I dropped that paper?"
"I broke my pencil. Now I have to get up and sharpen it again."
"It looks like ____ has alot of work to do."
"I see that _____ hasn't put out the snack cards yet."
"When I finish this, I'm going to do some extra math."
"This is going to be an interesting day, because X teacher is absent."
All of these things are part of his way of processing his environment. I get that. I even support it.
Now bear in mind, that he has come a long, long way in the past year and a half. He now trusts others, has friends and enjoys school - things that he had never experienced before. He's extremely bright, too. But he has this running monolog. We just want him to learn to keep his voice down so others can work, too. So we are trying to get him to recognize that if he isn't specifically talking to a person (or addressing the class), he is truly talking to himself and needs to lower his voice so he is the only one who hears what he is saying.
We HAVE been successful in helping him learn not to interrupt others when they are speaking. :2thumbsup; It's a long process. Sometimes I just get tired.
Sorry for the rant.
Aleta
I understand completely :)
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I understand completely :)
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Aleta,
Have you ever had him actually practice whispering or talking at a lower volume?
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:2thumbsup;
MM, That's a thought. I'll have to ponder on it. He has some interesting "limits" of what he can tolerate. But this might work. :clap;
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Dear Mr. Neighbor,
I realize you have so much stuff crammed into your garage that you can't park in it, but some of us actually wanted a garage to keep the snow off our vehicles when we rented an apartment here, so we actually use it for parking. Since you've never pulled a vehicle into your slot in the row of 24 garages, it may surprise you to know that when you back out of a big rectangular box with no windows on either side, you can only see directly behind you. It is impossible to see the rest of the driveway until the driver's seat of the car is past the garage walls. So really, honking like crazy and then flipping us off when we start pulling out while you are barreling down the driveway at 3 times the posted speed limit will not help us see you any better. And no, backing in will not really make a difference, since we still will have the hoods of our cars halfway into the narrow driveway before we can see to the sides.
Idiot.
Sincerely yours,
All your neighbors who aren't hoarders.
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Beautifully expressed!
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A woman annoyed me on the bus today because of the way she treated some school girls who were just being school girls (really, she should come and work where I work if she thinks they were badly behaved.)
It reminded me of one time on a bus when an elderly man ranted and raved at a thirteen year old because she was daring to sit in a seat for disabled people (a pull-down one at the front of the bus where anyone can sit but you're supposed to give it up for a disabled person or someone in a wheelchair if they need it) on a half full bus. I really wanted to stick up for her but I was shy back then; I would probably do it now. Then I really wanted her to stand up and limp as she got off the bus because that's what I would have done. But she didn't. I was just so angry that he presumed she wasn't disabled in some way, just because she was a young girl in a school uniform. I could understand if she was sitting in a seat which somebody had obviously needed and was refusing to get up but she wasn't. He was just SO mean!
I can't stand people who think they own public transport, nor those who believe they should be respected when they're not giving respect back.
Oh, and speaking of public transport, I once stupidly got a train home after an exhausting day out shopping. I say stupidly because it was full of football fans going home after a match. They were mostly male, of all ages, and not a single one of them offered me a seat even though I was the only person standing. For a whole hour. Stupid bluddy football fans.
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On my first visit to London, many moons ago, the train from Thiefrow was boarded by a snarling, gibbering hoard of football supporters from some remote region (perhaps the midlands). They tried to converse with me, but neither side could comprehend the other. They alighted at a station where they were met by a multitude of coppers and all hell broke loose. I remained on the train, thinking 'I'm going to enjoy this place' And I did.
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On my first visit to London, many moons ago, the train from Thiefrow was boarded by a snarling, gibbering hoard of football supporters from some remote region (perhaps the midlands). They tried to converse with me, but neither side could comprehend the other. They alighted at a station where they were met by a multitude of coppers and all hell broke loose. I remained on the train, thinking 'I'm going to enjoy this place' And I did.
galvo, I could read your writing all day.
My rant is not clever, it's terribly mundane. I am sick. Are there any other midwesterners who have this thing, and have you perchance gone to the doctor and received a diagnosis and will you please tell me what this thing is? I am told it is 'going around' and those with whom I speak describe the exact same symptoms.
Aidan has been sick since early January. Relentless cough, apoplectic sneezing bouts, fatigue, occasional congestion. Liot and I were fine through the trip to California. Now Liot has it, has had to stay home from school twice, and I have caught it as well. I dropped a class because of this illness, I am just so tired. Gwyn has it even though he is 2000 miles away. People have said it almost feels like allergies, and I gave Aidan allergy meds for a few days and it seemed to help, but then when Liot caught it I knew it wasn't allergies. I had something like this when I was 12, it knocked me out so horribly that for three months I would come home from school and go straight to bed. If this is the same thing all over again we are not even halfway there. Elliot says his eyes hurt (ouch) and he is totally zoned out. I am getting sharp ear pain, as is Liot. I don't think my house is ever going to be clean again, I just do not have the time nor energy.
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I'm back with more grumbling.
Elliot's teacher called with some long story about a little tantrum he threw. This teacher and I have clashed in the past and she is doing nothing to endear herself to me. I cannot quite pinpoint why I dread talking to her. It's likely a combination between the fact that she always seems really nervous like she's going to go run and hide, and the fact that she tells these stories as if they are self-explanatory, and what I really want to say to her is "So? What do you want from me?" I really thought he had done some unspeakable act today because she seemed to be building to something monumental, but all he did was to shout 'no' when she told him to finish an art project. She told me that he claimed he didn't have enough time and then argued to me that she gave him plenty of time because they worked on it yesterday and the day before. HE WAS OUT SICK YESTERDAY, YOU NIT!!!! HE IS FIVE AND HE FEELS AWFUL AND HE MISSES HIS DAD AND YOU'RE PESTERING HIM ABOUT A BLEEDING ART PROJECT THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!!!!
I am about to give up on public schooling. My kids both test at the highest level possible and I worry especially that Elliot is bored out of his mind and that their potential is being wasted.
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Cariad, go sneeze on her and cough in her face. That'll teach her.
I'm sorry you have the creepy crud. Ewww... :cuddle;
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Aw, thanks, MM. And don't tempt me.... :laugh:
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Oh, Cariad....
:grouphug; I agree, go in and SEE that teacher so you can expose her... :rofl;
My rant today.....
Sigh. It has been a very busy day, but after I returned from a trip to take care of another school, my autistic student came to me and asked me to talk with his dad. Seems his dad told him that he was not "up to going" on a very special camping trip that my older students take to an environment camp in the Smoky Mountains. I went to all sorts of lengths to make it possible for this student to attend. I sent out all the information a month ago. Now less than a week from the date of the trip (when it is too late to get my money back), the dad decides his kid isn't going. This kid is devastated. I am too. I wrote a long letter to the dad and asked him to call me at home tonight. Well, it is 8:00 PM and no call yet.
One of the really important things about this trip is that the kids all bond so much during it and that is something this kid really needs. I realize that it will be a challenge for him, but it is one that he can accomplish.
I feel so sad (in addition to a bit peeved that I can no longer get back the $ I have sent to cover this child's camping). I can only hope that I can convince the dad to change his mind.
End of rant.
Aleta
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I am about to give up on public schooling. My kids both test at the highest level possible and I worry especially that Elliot is bored out of his mind and that their potential is being wasted.
At some point about 3th grade, a very wise person sat down with me and explained that she knew I was bored out of my mind and that was why I wasn't doing my homework. (Sooooo many check boxes under "Not working up to potential," let me tell you!) She suggested that if I breezed through the homework and got it done ASAP, I could spend the rest of the study time with my mind wandering where ever it pleased, and I wouldn't get in trouble at all. I was valedictorian when I graduated high school. Sounds like Elliot may need that same speech!
Or maybe some version of the one I gave my friend's daughter, when she was whining about Michigan History classes, somewhere about 5th grade. "Why do I need to know this dumb stuff?"
I told her she didn't need to know any of it. Ever. Her jaw dropped. The look on her face when I asked her if she thought kids in Texas were learning Michigan history was hilarious. You could practically hear the gears turning in her head. "So why am I memorizing it?" I explained that they were teaching her how to learn things, for later, when there was stuff she actually needed to learn to do her job, whatever it turned out to be.
I also told her I couldn no longer name the 50 state capitals if I had a gun to my head. "So what do you do if you need to know one?"
"Google it."
Like me, being told there was a point (and an end) to the boredom and idiocy was all she needed to buckle down and get the job done.
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I'm glad to report that after talking with my student's dad, he did change his mind and let him go on the camping trip!
:2thumbsup; All the kids had an awesome time and this one student really made strides. :beer1;
I'm not one to complain, but I really do have a family rant today. :banghead;
With the long weekend, we had planned on going on our maiden camping trip in our new camper. I transferred my dad from the hospital to transitional care on Tuesday. Yesterday he called to tell me what he wanted me to bring him from his assisted living apartment (next to the transitional care facility). Oh, a bit of the back story...he was in the hospital because he had a touch of bronchitis. He might have been able to leave the hospital on last Friday, but they decided to keep him over the weekend. Instead of getting up and walking like he was supposed to, he just stayed in bed all weekend and lost enough muscle tone that he couldn't walk far enough on Monday to qualify for going back to assisted living. He told me that he just didn't feel like getting up and no one told him to....
SO, when I go out yesterday, I made a point of asking him if there was ANYTHING else he needed me to do because I needed to get home so we could get back into town do the grocery shopping last night. then I told him that we planned on being gone camping all weekend since it was a long weekend. So if he needed anything I would not be around.
Well, as it turned out, we were both so tired that we decided to wait until this morning to make the grocery run and then take off for the mountains. On the way to the grocery store my phone rings. It is my dad. These are his exact words: "Aleta, I need you to get my laundry and wash it today because I am out of underwear." No please, no asking if it is a problem, nothing but just come take care of me.... No acknowledgement that we were supposed to be on our way to the mountains.
He had no way of knowing that we had actually looked at the weather forecast for where we were heading and reconsidered going. he just plain forgot. If you haven't figured out, the man is extremely self-centered. We swung by there and picked up his laundry on the way to the grocery store. When I got home I washed and dried it. Then took it back to him. "It's still warm." he says to me when I get it back to him. DUH! I have just taken it out of the drier!
Oh, he did thank me. What a nice way to spend the only day of good weather we are going to have this weekend. Sigh.
I usually don't mind doing things for my dad, but it would have been nice for him to ask, or to even consider that I might have a life...
Well, end of rant. Sorry.
Aleta
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I hate it when I purposefully stop to hold a door open for someone, step out of the way to let them pass, and then they do so without even looking at me, let alone saying "thanks" - like it was my duty to open and hold the door for them - not a mannerly thing.
But I still hold doors open for people, because most of the time it gets me a friendly smile and "thanks" :)
wonder if I'd keep doing it if nobody ever said thanks, just because that's how my mama taught me?
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Hey, pops, if avoiding dog poo makes you scream and cry, what are your reactions when you step in it?
Galvo! You nutter! I've honked twice at posts tonight, and they were both by you!
I hate it when I purposefully stop to hold a door open for someone, step out of the way to let them pass, and then they do so without even looking at me, let alone saying "thanks" - like it was my duty to open and hold the door for them - not a mannerly thing.
God don't get me started! I used to live in Slurry Hills in Sydney, where everybody was incredibly 'very', so so very 'very' darling that you could have sold their leftovers to some collector somewhere. Probably some incredibly 'very' collector in Slurry Hills. Anyway, what I hated (still hate about inner city Sydney) is that when you walk down the street, if someone bumps you (which happens pretty often, its crowded), half the time they don't even look around. HELLO??? I feel like saying, Dont Mind Me I'm Not Hurt.
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Here's my rant . . . .
Let me start by saying I have struggled with being over weight most of my life. I started a running program at the beginning on the year. It is called the "Couch to 5K" program. It is designed to take people who are "couch potatoes" and turn them into runners. At the end of 9 weeks, I should be able to run a 5K. My goal is to do an 8K race to benefit organ donor awareness. :) This is a big deal for me, as I have never been much of an athlete.
One day while on break at work, my co works and I were sitting at a table eating. One lady who is super slim, was eating a yummy looking salad with shrimp. This lady hardly ever eats at work, but she happened to be sitting with us that day. I was eating a slice of cheese pizza, some fruit, and milk. I was really craving pizza. We have only had pizza once in our house since my husband started dialysis in October, and that was because some friends brought it over.
I commented to "Miss Slim" on her good looking shrimp salad that she had brought from home. She told me that she loves salad and would eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner is she could. Then, as she gestured towards my slice of pizza, she said that she never eats "that mess" that is served in the cafeteria. I told her that I had gone running before work that morning. (Silly me. I thought she would say, "Good for you for sticking with your running program. You deserve a treat".). Instead, she said, "You are going to have to run again after eating that junk!"
She has made other comments like "you are what you eat". I have had yogurt at work, and she proceeded to tell me that yogurt has too much sugar. I cannot win with this woman. :banghead; She also comments when she thinks someone uses too much catsoup or salad dressing. It is getting to the point were I dread eating in front of her.
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Keep it up, kevinswife. You're doing well. No, you can't relate sensibly with fanatics. Just smile sweetly and tell her that the Baby Jesus loves her.
Nat. How are ya? Many a debauched night did I spend in Slurry Hills and Razorhurts!
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Keep it up, kevinswife. You're doing well. No, you can't relate sensibly with fanatics. Just smile sweetly and tell her that the Baby Jesus loves her.
Nat. How are ya? Many a debauched night did I spend in Slurry Hills and Razorhurts!
:rofl; :rofl; :rofl;
You crack me up.....
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Keep it up, kevinswife. You're doing well. No, you can't relate sensibly with fanatics. Just smile sweetly and tell her that the Baby Jesus loves her.
Nat. How are ya? Many a debauched night did I spend in Slurry Hills and Razorhurts!
:rofl; :rofl; :rofl;
You crack me up.....
:rofl; :rofl; He cracks me up too! Razorhurts? We call it Darlingithurts. For those not from sydney, we are talking about two very trendy suburbs, Surry Hills and Darlinghurst. Thing is they used to be crime central (prbably still are) and there's lots of prozzies on the street corners in Darlingithurts, so there's still a grubby side that makes these suburbs loveable.
A bit like young galvinious really. I'm well, Galvo, my love. Head down bum up most days, getting terrible computer cramps and neck aches over this PhD. But you know its a labour of love.
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Glavo, thanks for the laugh. :rofl;
Natnnnat, thank you for the explanation. I had to Google the word "prozzies", which made me giggle.