I get really frustrated when I leave vm message after message and they never call me back. I've called this one county department four times in the last two weeks and nobody ever returns the call. I AM WITH THE GOVERNMENT BITCHES. CALL ME BACK.
In other news, I just can't manage this business with my parents. My mother is crazy in addition to demented and my dad can't handle it, and there's no way we can get them into assisted living like this. I honestly think she'd hurt herself or someone else.
So I have a call in with a LCSW who specializes in gerontology issues, and I'm thinking about getting her into an inpatient psych program to get her meds straightened out. Of course, she will refuse to go, which is a problem.
But last night she claimed she would do anything to avoid assisted living, even have full-time care and see a psychiatrist. OTOH, she probably forgot that promise already.
Don't get old without getting your mental health issues resolved, folks. Because my parents have plenty of financial resources, and their sunset years are not going pleasantly.
yes, I just state my number in the home outgoing message. At work, I state my name and number often. but I more typically put in the voicemail: please email me if you would like to reach me quickly.
"You have reached xxx-xxx-xxx. Please leave a message."
That's it.
So I have a call in with a LCSW who specializes in gerontology issues, and I'm thinking about getting her into an inpatient psych program to get her meds straightened out. Of course, she will refuse to go, which is a problem.
The LCSW should have ideas about that. Good luck.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SPEEDOMETER ISN'T WORKING.
But that's
your
voice on the message, LeN. That's a step up from the obviously-not-them messages I keep bumping into.
I mean, if you call my landline, I do say my name, but it's in the middle of flatly accented French, so I don't expect anyone to pick it up--but anyone who's spent more than 10 minutes with me knows they got the right number.
I don't actually remember what my Google message is, but it's my voice.
The guy who "molests" my food came by yesterday, and I have some Jamaican preserved plums. He asked what they were, and I reached over to pick them up from in front of him, saying "I want to train you out of going into the food on my desk. Here, let
me
give you one." He just came by again and announced he was there to molest my desk. I told him to back off or I'd have to hurt him.
As long as no one takes it to HR, we might be okay.
My cousin has a generic auto-voice vm message, and it confuses my grandmother every single time.
What I see I didn't state--outgoing messages with no information about whose outgoing message they are except a phone number that you're no longer sure you wrote down right yet, because is this really Le Nubian's phone number? I've never called it before, so maybe it isn't right.
Our home voice mail is just Tim saying "you have reached [our number]; please leave a message." Since I've lived there almost 5 years (egad!), I should really lobby to have him add my damn name, since I prefer VM outgoing messages that identify who they are, not just the number.
meara, what's the other muscle relaxant?
It's...something less strong than flexeril? OK, googled: methocarbamol, aka Robaxin.
Methocarbamol both sucks and blows.
I wrote a script to report all the provocateuse pictures smaller than or equal to 300x400. Is that a decent minimum threshold to be working with? I'm not sure I'll take out all the pictures that are too small by that rubric, but I will try and find bigger versions of same. If I can't...not sure what to do.
I wish I could work out how to tweak the Google search API to automatically trigger the search by image with those small ones as the search term. But I can't even work out how to construct that URL.
Methocarbamol both sucks and blows.
I think mine was a generic, and the pills were at least pony-sized and dissolved really fast in your mouth.
Okay--about to break lunch rules and buy something at the cafe downstairs. I just fell behind this weekend.
