The Totally Radical Thread for Crotchety Old Bitches

Ah the call center job is driving me nuts. But a PROTIP for you US tropers:

Never, never, Never get a phone or a new phoneline at Best Buy or Target. Their cell phone people are IDIOTS.

Guy went to Target for their $100(us) gift card and a new phone for himself and one for his teenage daughter. He had a $100 data plan. Easy right? Target rep added $100 charges to each phone line, not just the main one, customer calls in with a $600.00 phone bill when it should be ~$230.00.

Idiots, a chimp could do better...

edited 20th Aug '16 11:08:22 AM by TairaMai

Taira: BWAHAHAHAHA! Yeah that sounds about right and par for the course for a lot of things.

I suddenly have my night to myself. I wasn't going to moonlight after work tonight because I was going to go to an event, but an hour before start time the host canceled because most of the guests bowed out due to the heavy rain and flash flood warnings.

I've had lots of beer. I was going to watch a film r something, but my eyes hurt. Maybe I should go to bed, but I don't want to.

I've developed a hatred of milk. After having to restock for a good 50% of my day, constantly, today, fuck it.

Could be worse. They could have just given you a cow and left you to get on with it.

I'd have walked off then, lol.

Probably the most sensible response.

When I was delivering pizza, I pretty much never went for pizza outside of work, since I was always around it, made pizza-related stuff for lunch for free (it was allowed as long as you asked first), and pretty much always partook of the extras and cancellations and mistakes and whatever. I often skipped breakfast in the mornings because there was frequently something going spare on the warmer.

Now that I've been out over a year, I'm craving pizza like twice a week.

Had a truly great idea for Shadowrun NP Cs - the bioware doc and Cyberdoc the players will visit are going to be a French lesbian married couple. Who bicker pettily about each other's profession. I.e one will make veiled snipers at bioware/cyberware all the time. But both will gang up on nanotech and symbiotes.

I have applied to two other jobs on the same block—they must hire a lot of college students—and I have an interview tomorrow at a diner. It was the fastest response and I feel like yet another restaurant job is in my future. Oh well.

Also, my health insurance finally went through. I just hope I can get a prescription in a timely manner.

In acting news, I had my first table read for the short play series! We are free to talk about it now. I play a supporting character in a drama, who's ambiguous enough that I can decide she is a murderer, and then another supporting role in a comedy about social justice.

From Imgur, I give you cast reunions...from The Princess Bride, Star Trek The Next Generation, The Wonder Years, and other....

~* takes old lady pills *~

Shaddup, give me some old person pills too. I just turned older and feel it with gout

I don't need old pills my joints have been reminding me lately.

So I learned today that it's not just the one producer in the company who's moving to LA sometime next year, it's the entire company. Which is pretty much my only door into production stuff because they're the only ones who call me when they have things I can do. I've met other people, but I haven't met other people who hire.

So I'm thinking that when the crash production they're working on now is out the door, I need to have my talk with them about my career. They do exit conversations with their leaving interns, and I'm in the uncomfortable position where I've put in like five internships' worth of time and most of what I do for them is still unpaid and not very targeted on what I want to be doing. I know I'm missing a lot of opportunities because I'm working a full time day job, but the only reason I'm not living paycheck to paycheck right now is because it was a three-check month and my bills are monthly, and then on top of that this crash production has turned into some light freelancing for me, but that won't last if I can't branch out from it.

edited 25th Aug '16 8:58:27 PM by TParadox

In one hell of an odd wikiwalk, the IT Crowd page led me to discover the music of Paloma Faith, and I'm digging it.

Doublepost, but FUCK I hate this feeling of powerlessness. Dungeon Mistress has had a bad episode of fibromyalgia the last couple days, and there is nothing I can do. Shes in pain, and yet I can't do shit. No asshole I can stab in the temple with a screwdriver, nothing. It's distressing. Best I can do is send funny pics and nice texts. Fuck's sake, that's all I can fucking do

Fuck, man. I think it's more beer time. Lot more.

Take it from somebody with CFS, when stiff-heavy-hollow-cold-empty-twitchy-unagonyagony-bleh-doesn't-belong-to-me, chocolate is always acceptable.

And, hot water bottles or cold packs (depending on weather). They don't do anything much, but it's the thought that counts. And, they can help keep twitchy limbs from jumping about, if only by weighing them down.

But, you're best not hovering. Like period pain, this fibro-misery isn't good with company. :/ Shit happens: and fibro-feel is pretty shitty by definition. Not a huge amount anybody can do about it but hold out until it quits being really bad and goes back to being wallpaper. <_<

edited 30th Aug '16 7:42:16 PM by Euodiachloris

That's what pisses me off most - there is nothing I can do besides send impotent texts hoping she feels better. I'm absolutely powerless. All I can do is watch her suffer. I'd like to ride in like the Winged Hussars during the Siege of Vienna, but alas... I can't. I cant do fucking anything.

Welcome to my world. And yes, it sucks. It isn't that I know someone with fibromyalgia (though I know a lot of people with other physical nastiness going on), it's that I have an extra helping of empathy and feel everybody's pain. And/or frustration or sorrow or loneliness or fear or whatever. Which I can't fix or solve, and do you know how long it took me to figure out that I shouldn't try to solve it?

That you stick around and do what little you can is important. Look after yourself, too: people with chronic suffering hate to drag others down with them, and may feel relieved when their loved ones go out and enjoy themselves. Or at least try.

And I'm half telling this to myself, really. My mom's going through some medical tests at the moment, to determine whether she has Parkinson's. And I haven't been able to talk to anyone about it, because few people know and she asked me not to tell anyone (yet), but you all don't know her and I'm anonymous here.

~*fistbump of uselessness*~

The best you can do is be there for your ladyfriend Mark. You can be a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand. Sometimes she won't feel up to cleaning her place or making dinner- help with that. It's the little things really.

edited 31st Aug '16 6:53:11 AM by TairaMai

Damn guys. I am really sorry. Do your best to hang in there.

Well, the good news is her fibro episode ended and she felt good enough to see Sabbath. Tagged along with her and her family to see Black Sabbath, and man it was an awesome show.

Man, I was so sick yesterday. I came home early from work, went to bed around 1300, and aside from getting up briefly to eat, slept pretty much straight through to my alarm at 0400 this morning.

Ragweed can all die off anytime now. It has been so bad out here in the Midwest. I had the great misfortune of having a nasty cold just before they started vomiting their pollen in clouds all over. So my immune system went bonkers and gave me asthma issues almost immediately after I came off the cold. I haven't had issues with this in years and have to take the larger doses of Flonase permissible.