I wish there were a practical way to send all the bad vibes from frustrations with coworkers, from "friends" of various stripes, and from disappointments in general to the fleas, making them wish heartily to be elsewhere so they stop plaguing Kate, or another another 'ffista.

Thanks, Andi. The fleas are just about gone, though (*crosses fingers*); I only mentioned them by way of empathizing with Ginger. I'm doing OK, so I hereby pass on the good vibes to those who need it more. Begone, rats and anxieties and stupid ex-bosses and jerky former friends!

Kate, what you are treating the house with, it deals with eggs too, right? Or are you planning another application after the fleas are gone to get the next generation?

Begone, rats and anxieties and stupid ex-bosses and jerky former friends!

Seconded! Also, insomnia.

We've sprayed the baseboards in the house as well as the yard (I don't know what was used but I'm pretty sure it treats both eggs and live fleas); we're constantly vacuuming and laundering; and the cats have been treated with Revolution, which does kill the eggs, as well as the Capstar pills whenever we see a live one.

I think our initial mistake was using Frontline, which apparently is losing its effectiveness, at least where we live, and then giving up on the topical treatment when that didn't work. Now that we're doing another topical treatment, it seems to be working pretty well.

I used Revolution when we lived in Arizona. I appreciated it a lot. I think I also put flea collars on them for the drive up to Minnesota, maybe some other steps to make sure that we did not have any extra passengers. At any rate, once we got settled in here, there were no fleas. If I were letting them out, I would probably continue using the Revolution. There is heartworm in the area.

Sean, I think you're right, that your parent's retirement from the workforce feels like a transition between "they take care of you" to "you take care of them", and it can feel a little scary. I hope you're able to find a calm place to contemplate from.

Jilli, I'm glad you feel good about your path. I'm sorry that you have a pissy, petty Umbridge in your life, but I'm glad you've got a plan to be rid of her presence, and that you've got the tools to keep her from writing the narrative.

Ginger, sorry for the vermin invasion, good luck dealing. No fun.

WindSparrow, sounds like you have every reason to be a little irked with this person. Thankfully, since you do have a safe space to vent (i.e., here), I'm sure you'll be able to behave with professionalism around this person (no matter how much you'd like to kick her in the shins...or maybe that's me projecting).

bonny, hope you continue to heal well, and that FF gets the hint and stops trying to take advantage of your good nature.

And now my work vent - found out that someone complained about me. The deal is that I assign access to one of our programs, but because the software contains some info that could be military application, I have to be aware if someone is a foreign national to know what level of access they get. When we had an HR manager on site this was not a problem, I'd ask her, she'd say they're x or y, no problem. Unfortunately, Corporate, in their infinite wisdom, decided we don't need onsite HR and let her go in the 2nd or 3rd wave of layoffs a couple years ago. So now I have to find out locally - without access to personnel files, and without asking to see passports or birth certificates, because technically I shouldn't have access to any of those things. So I have to go through a couple of layers of people who do have access to files. If it's a temp or contractor (as more and more are lately), I have to go through layers at the agencies. Now I never ask to see the evidence, always just request confirmation from the person who did, never gossip about anyone, and did I mention am required by Corporate and the Government to ask for the info? But someone has complained that I asked. Now there's no way that I can get into trouble for this, but it just pisses me off that this task that's a giant pain in the patoot, that I'd rather not have to do anyway, but I do because it's required legally - somebody complains about me doing it! Just as well I don't know who, partly because I'm irked and partly because I'd probably be looking at them side-eye wordering what they're trying to hide. Anyway, just needed to get that out - and I do feel better for the vent.

The deal is that I assign access to one of our programs, but because the software contains some info that could be military application, I have to be aware if someone is a foreign national to know what level of access they get.

That's a big deal, too. That's the kind of things that companies get fined for, by the government, and they don't joke around.

That's a big deal, too. That's the kind of things that companies get fined for, by the government, and they don't joke around.

Exactly. We just had a meeting the other day about export control, and it's kind of a big deal that we are the only division that's never been fined for a violation. So like I said, I can't get in trouble because someone complained. It's just really annoying that someone complained about a job that I find annoying and cumbersome, as if I'm doing it just to get my jollies (especially after we just had this meeting 2 DAYS AGO).

Hi bonny! I'm glad you continue to improve. I second Kate's recommendation that you inform FF that due to your still-healing injuries you'll be unable to take care of her neighbor's cat in his absence. Don't suggest she do it, just let her know you'll not. And hugs. And soup.

Is it too hot for hugs and soup in Georgia? Because I want Ginger to have some, too. Are there local exterminators who guarantee their work? Because that may be the only way to go. Rats are nasty and scary, even when you have a Peabody to alert and defend you. And somehow it made me feel guilty for having them in the house, even though the invasion wasn't because of negligence or carelessness. Let the pros handle this one, if you possibly can.

Sean, hugs and soup? Would they help? I recall all too well that sudden feeling of descending responsibiltiy. In my case coupled with the four-year-old's insistence that she was perfectly capable and I couldn't do that--she wasn't and I not only could, but I had to, but facts didn't circumvent the arguments. You know, you've handled a lot and survived a lot. You're a mensch. You're going to do okay, and be fine.

Windsparrow, other people's wilful myopia never fails to confound me. Making decisions without learning the facts is stupid and I'm sorry you had to deal with that.

Anybody else? Epic? Soup? Clam chowder to borscht to beef-barley-veg, your choice. With complementary hugs.