Return of Ranty Bitch.
Oh, go on. You all love it. I've been pretty happy-go-lucky lately (::cough::) but today has tipped me over to the dark side. I won't go into details, but suffice to say two hours at the DMV with a son who has apparently NOT done the online prep test for his G1 has left me....bitter. And whiny.
I've been saving stuff up. And so in no particular order, shall we get to it?
My hydro bill. I am aware, dear sons, that I am frequently gone. I am aware that when that happens, you might *sometimes* override the thermostat setting and jack up (down?) the air conditioning. Regardless of how often I tell you, you never seem to understand that older houses, unlike old fridges, do not get frosty upstairs. Duct work is old; hot air rises. Do the physics, you little twits, and stop setting the thermostat fifteen degrees less than I do. I won't know until the bill comes in. But the bill just came in. You're both on rations.
I adore my readers. See? Starting on a positive note. But my email will pretty much kick out: junk, spam, anything with an attachment, anything with too many other recipients. It is set that way to protect my computer from Bad Stuff. So. If you're going to send me a snarky email beginning with "I realize you are too important to reply to my emails, as you ignored the last one, but I'm writing anyway...", please go back and read that fourth sentence. I probably didn't get it. I actually answer my mail. I try to answer ALL of it. I answer it even if it's a few weeks late; sometimes I answer it immediately, and scare people and they fall off their chairs. I answer it on the road, typing madly (and badly) on an iPhone. I try. I do. If you are reasonably polite, I answer. I'm totally cool if you don't like me, as long as you find a unique way to tell me to p*ss off. But if I didn't answer, chances are good that it got caught up in the wheels, and I apologize.
I adore my readers, Part 2: I'm sorry if you got ripped off by a dealer. I can't do anything about it. I wish I could. I'm sorry if your mechanic misdiagnosed your A/C problem and you think you got ripped off. I'm sorry if your insurance is too high, and your agent ripped you off. I'm sorry if you were overcharged on a rental, if your warranty expired 2 days before the bushings went, or if you gouged at the end of your lease. Even if nobody admits it, this crap happens to all of us in this industry, and if we can't fix it for ourselves, we can't do much for you. What we can do is keep writing and investigating and poking and prodding and warning consumers to be wary and alert. We can let you know about industry changes that affect you, about our personal experiences that could hold a lesson, and to try to be a resource for you. There are people who can tackle individual problems - it's just not me.
If you want me to Link You In on LinkedIn (hahahahahaaha) you might have to give me something to go on. If your name or industry isn't a gimme, gimme a clue. I'm really not that precious, but neither am I psychic. It's a work site, and if I don't see the connection, you may just be sitting there in my little pile of 'huhs?'.
I need a new dimmer switch installed in my kitchen. It's sitting on the counter. It's making me nuts. I need a new set of taps installed in the bathroom. They're sitting on the counter. YES. I do know how to do both of these things, I just don't have time. YES. I should be able to tell either son to do it, and I have and they should. Though I'm doubtful Christer could do either without electrocuting himself. He starts his philosophy studies in a few weeks. Need I say more?
My neck is wrecked from a summer of traveling/airplanes/RVs/seadoos/driving at the track/hunching over a computer. I need a massage, but I'm (probably ridiculously) peeved at my RMT. He's great at his job, but he forwarded me a stupid racist email and I'm angry at him. It's one of those thinly veiled rants - you know the ones - that purport to be about loving your country, but are actually just saying they want to see an end to immigration and Bad People who aren't Just Like Them. I hate these. They're vile. They're ignorant. And I can't stand people who forward them to me, believing that their prejudices are mine. Note to the wise: don't forward that crap in a business capacity, despite how strongly you feel I might be One Of You. I'm not; and now I'm looking for a new RMT.
I announced a couple of days ago that I'll be home for the next two weeks. Nobody looked happy except the cats. Well, really only Maggie. JoJo doesn't even know who I am.
My dryer is making all kinds of something-is-trapped-in-here-and-you-won't-know-what-it-is-until-the-repair-is-$300 kind of noise.
I buy these Peak Freans (which I call Peek Freak) cookies that are called LifeStyle sometimes. I only want one, but I know they won't go to waste because the boys will eat them. I opened a box today and they were stale. I asked Ari why they were stale; he said because nobody likes those 'adult' cookies.
I ordered a bunch of shoes and they were delivered. I loooooooooooove that. Couple of clicks, and the next day or so, an Aldo box flops at my door. Magic. Except they didn't fit. Could we have a little consistency here, Aldo??? I spend a fortune with you, and I am the size I am. It should be the same across the board. But noooooo. And one friend snagged one pair, and one took another, but now I'm stuck with a pair I will have to either bundle up and mail back, or take to the ::shudder:: mall and return. I hate returning stuff. I hate it. If I buy things and they end up not fitting (I rarely try things on. I hate shopping), I just give them to my sister or Christopher's girlfriend Pam, or somebody. I don't do returns.
Oh! Someone has to tell me what to do with my crappy TV service. The main TV in the rec room gets all the channels, and has that ugly box thing on it. The TV in my bedroom has another stupid box, but only gets channels up to 100. WTF? And my little TV in the kitchen has now cut out all except a handful of channels. Granted, it doesn't have a crappy little box on it, but there is no room. Cogeco gets a king's ransom from me every month, and the service is crap. Anyone know why 3 TVs have all different receptions? And if you're just gonna say I shouldn't have 3 TVs, you're right. You win a prize. Go away.
I think I might be all bitched out. Feel free to pile on....