Skimming and adding to the renting-venting-bitching party:
Only my mother can make me absolutely furious in four different levels.
Last night, I came back to my parents' home (my roommate is away from our apartment, so there was no use of staying. Or so I thought).
I told my parents I need to work. That I'm busy. So far, so good. I ate something (while reading something for work, of course), I showered. And then my mom asked me to "get her something from the computer" (no, it's not any more logical in Hebrew). Knowing my mom, I asked her if the file was even there. She said she thinks so. Right.
40 minutes later, after I searched for it on the computer and in our emails, crawled around to get to a bunch of wires, and moved heavy furniture to reach to some specific other wires, I was able to locate the file on an external HD I backed up our previous computer to and to print to file she wanted me to print.
Of course, by then it was too late and I was too tired and angry to get any work done - which I really needed to get done by now.
So I am angry that to this day, my parents can't use the words "print" or "scan" in their proper context, so it takes me at least twice the time to understand what they want to begin with. It's been years, guys, and I went over it with them over and over again.
I am angry because I really didn't have the time for printing anything that needed to be located and wasn't on the family computer, and I said so specifically.
I'm angry because she doesn't even understand why I'm angry.
And last but not least, I'm angry on(? - grammar question) myself because I feel I have no right to be angry at my mom, while we are waiting for the CT scan results to tell us if there's a tumor in her brain.
I don't understand feelings sometimes. There are stupid and useless and make me waste them and I wish them away.
My new car is nearly ready! I went to check on the adaptations that are being installed yesterday. I should have it next week. I've given up and got a properly accessible car at last - it's a Citroen Berlingo. There will be so much SPACE for me and my equipment. And it's fuel-efficient. Might actually start enjoying the commute to uni now.
I feel I have no right to be angry at my mom, while we are waiting for the CT scan results to tell us if there's a tumor in her brain.
Honey, you have a right to your feelings, even in that situation. That sounds hugely frustrating, and I hope you didn't lose too much work time. (I'm currently MAD at my father-in-law and what is laughingly being called his will. Don't ask. Suffice it to say, people can drive us crazy in the most sensitive of circumstances.)
And regarding the odd kosher anti-feminist law: I was in Israel when that was passed, and asked The Girl and her brother about it. Her brother (lawyer-in-training) reckons that it could be quite easily overturned if someone took a case against it via equality legislation. He thinks there are judges in the court system just waiting to slap it down, since it goes against so much civil law. What do you think?
lisah, this is days late, sorry, but you asked about Zoloft and Effexor. I've just stopped taking Effexor (I go on and off anti-depressants short term when I need them) and it was HARD to come off, but very good when I was on it. It was such an effort to get out of my system that I regretted being on it for six months, but if I'd been staying on it long-term, it might have been worth the withdrawal. The online information I've read (which I think some Buffistas might have pointed me to, actually) suggests that a lot of people get side effects/withdrawal when they stop taking Effexor. As I say, though, I found it very helpful indeed when I was taking it. I hope your friend finds one that works for her.
And now back to Baudrillard. All that anti-capitalist postmodernism: much fun on a Thursday.
ETA: House~ma, sj! It sounds great. Hope you get it.
Thanks, dear. And the Girl's family is in my thoughts with your FiL's will.
odd kosher anti-feminist law
Umm, wait. What odd kosher anti-feminist law? Did I miss something?
Baudrillard
Ooh, fun!
What odd kosher anti-feminist law? Did I miss something?
Hmm. I'm absolutely certain that The Girl's family and I talked about a new law (or religious edict, I can't remember) that said restaurants in Israel would now only be certified kosher if women were required to dress modestly there. However, I can't find any news links on it. I'll ask The Girl's brother what he was reading.
Ooh, fun!
In a depressing way, yes.
Oh!
It's not a law. It's a(n illegal, for now) requirement from some business institutions - not only restaurants. And a very rare one, like spitting on girls in Bet Shemesh.
And yet - it's the fucking Middle East. It's hot in here, and yet they're afraid of skin. What the hell.
In a depressing way, yes.
Depressing fun is the only way intellectuals seem to know to have fun. Well, that, and scholarly use of LOLcats.
Shir, I'm sorry for the frustration. Family can be rough. To answer your grammar question, the preposition you are looking for there is "angry at myself."
I was at the airport at 530am. Again. Have to do it again on Monday. It's times like this I am not so fond of my job.
I was at the airport at 530am.
Early wakeups - bah! At least I only had to get up at 5:30.
Shir, that's interesting. I was sure it was a legal thing that was going to be applied to all restaurants. Is it possible that that was being proposed? Glad to hear it's not legal, anyway!
