a guy made a colored ice fort in his yard during the cold snap
That is super cool (npi) and pretty.
Seriously, if you have a mandoline, the prep takes ten minutes, and a couple of weeks later you have sauerkraut.
I don't have one, but I can deal, because I will start small.
Started out super stressed this morning, and it has eased with each passing couple of hours. I think some tea when I get home, and I'll be good. Lots of other stuff would work, too, but tea is what I've got.
Suzi, good options. That 3 hours of free movers thing is awesome.
Our movers have "respectfully declined" to pay for our missing vacuum that didn't arrive here with the rest of the household goods.
WTF? How is that optional?
A friend offered to watch the kids this afternoon, thus allowing me to get some much needed work finished. phew!
WTF? How is that optional?
They say that we can't prove that it didn't arrive. I hope it's just an opening salvo, and they assume that most people won't fight back.
...can't prove it didn't arrive? Wtf, they think you are just randomly wanting a new vacuum and pinning it on them??
Wtf, they think you are just randomly wanting a new vacuum and pinning it on them??
I guess. Plus, we paid for full value insurance. Like I said, we're going to have a talk.
Tear them a new one, Dana. Politely, of course.
Ugh. Long dreadful day at work, covering for co-worker who is clearly not paid enough for what she does (had to sic three different departments on an insurance plan asshole who was being shitty and self-righteous and whose employers caused an entire family to spend the day in tears, before one of our MDs used the power of the initials after her name to bring the plan's medical director to heel and choke out an auth number, rendering the entire day of family tears totally pointless).
(Not to mention that I had a sinking feeling at 11 AM that we needed to sic the MD on them but was dissuaded by officemates who felt that that shouldn't be the MDs' job. Which, no, it shouldn't, but if I'd gone with my gut the auth number would have been choked out five hours earlier and the family wouldn't have been crying and miserable and wondering why they hadn't just gone to Stanford.)
(I still want to stab someone, or cry, or go howl at the conveniently full moon. Thank God for Hec and Matilda holding my hand and feeding me tasty foods and rubbing my neck.)
(Also thank God the co-worker only takes time off once a year, and is coming back Thursday.)
Just, ugh.
Aaargh, JZ, that's no fun at all. But good on you for getting shit done what needed done.
My wife, fighting the good fight.
