Rant Thread (add yours!)

Is it gray and gloomy there?  It's nice and sunny here.

Let's see.  I woke up at 6 am and couldn't go back to sleep.  Which is not so fun since I was not able to fall asleep until after 2 am.  Now i'm tired and have a headache.

My computer is possessed.  Something is wrong with it.  Sometimes it works right, sometimes (often) it's super super slow, sometimes it does crazy stuff.  I have to take it to the shop.  But I don't want to because I need it for work and I'm afraid it will take them forever to fix it.

I got about a million things to do that I don't feel like doing/don't have time to do.  I gotta go get labs drawn.  I gotta get my oil changed in my car.  I gotta run a million boring errands.  I gotta wash about a million dishes.  I gotta scrub my carpet 'cause it smells like cat pee.

Sorry Nik your having a tough day... 

My rant?  I don't have any energy to worry about anything right now....  I am completely exhausted.  I'm 3 weeks post-op and for the first time I really feel terrible.  I'm getting my fluids in and protein and vitamins....  i'm just wipped out and I have so many things I want to do...  Plus it's gloomy here in Virginia Beach too.  Still foggy out... 

Oh I remember that. My third week post-op I interviewed for the job I have now. Getting dressed, going in for the interview and coming home took all of maybe three hours and necessitated a four hour nap. 

I am thankful I took five weeks off after surgery. I was a dead woman walking!

My rant.  Stupid people.  This administrative assistant last night called me and said she had to have the room I reserved for her training session.  Mine is to go over the CMS findings that could be trouble with reimbursement.  She didn't even ask me to move...she just said "I moved you to room X.

What happened to common courtesy and teamwork.  I felt very disrespected and angry. 

Oh well, after sleeping on it, I will be the bigger person.

Mary

I got one for you -

My chin has decided that it is back in high school and has broken out much like it did when I was 14.  Bad - what's worse is that I have a photo shoot for work today.  And the blemishes hurt.  Think it's time for a new dermotologist - I can't take this anymore.

My daughter, who was home sick yesterday, tried milking it today by sitting on the toilet for 40 minutes telling me "she's got the ****s" and can't go to school.  Nice try - she's got to do better than that to fool me.  She is fine - and no, I didn't send her to school with the ****s either.  

My dog wants to come everywhere with me and I have to go do a couple of things with out her and she's going to be pissed.

My nails are all gross - I was getting them done (gel nails - and the gel nail polish too) and they were getting gross and I am having trouble finding a good place, so I soaked them off - now my nails are al broken down really low and look bad.

My ass is saggy and so are what's left of my teeny boobs, and I can also tuck  my belly into my underwear.  I need PS and there is no way in hell I can afford it - I cannot do a loan and even if I could I wouldn't because an extra payment would be deadly right now, which brings me to my next complaint.  
I love my job - I work from home, it's 25 hours a week and pays great!  I need to make more cash and just can't.  So do I give up my super flexible, 25 hour work week to gain a commute, child care after school, gas, work clothes for an extra few hundred a week, most of which will go to said expenses?  No, of course not - I just suck it up and vent here.  And look for more ways to earn extra cash.

That's all - I may sound petty but in the grand scheme of things, I truly have nothing to complain about.  I have a roof over my head, a car to drive, a job that pays me well for what I do, family and friends, and food in my "belly".

Petty complaints -  yes, but it sure feels good to vent them out.  I am glad these are my only "complaints".

I'm tired.  That's my first rant and that's it.  Just I'm tired.

2nd, I'm really tired of people taking their children to see a circus with animals and not seeing that essentially these animals are being held against their will and forced to perform for you.  Tigers are on the verge of disappearing in the wild.  Elephants can walk up to 24 miles a day in the wild.  As a former MO person I can tell you that standing on concrete for hours at a time is not good for your feet.  It's not good for elephant feet either, folks. 

How would people feel if while their child was playing in the yard, I rolled up shot them with a tranquilizer dart and carted them off.  Then provided it with food and basic medical care on the conidition that they couldn't leave my service, had to remain chained or caged, and had to perform shows throughout the year (sometimes 2 a day) whether they wanted to or not.  Would you be telling your friends, "Oh I am so thrilled, Little Johnny was captured by the circus last week!  I just got some pictures of his training.  Don't mind that big hook-they only poke him with it when he won't listen to them and do exactly what they want."

I know there are big problems in the world.  I work in foster care.  I'm just...tired.   

We had a close family friend pass away this weekend. He was to young to die, just turned 21, and to top it of, he was getting married at the end of this month. He died 20 feet from his house. They don't know yet what exactly happened, but they think his heart just stopped, but not sure why. His mother is devastated. She lived for her sons. All of her boys are the most respectful, humble people ever. They are gentelmen. He was one of the nicest people I've ever met. I knew him as a child and watches him grow up. My husband is taking it rather hard. He was good friends with him. When something like this happens, it seems like all your previous problems weren't such a big deal after all.

Ohh, that is so tragic.  I am so sorry for you loss.  My condolences to his family and friends...


tori

Oh I am so sorry for your loss Dee. 

Somehow that puts a whole different perspective on things doesn't it?

My rant: One of my biggest motivators while losing was that I would be able to run again. I hadn't been MO or SMO or whatever it was until after my second child and I used to run for fun (yes, I know how stupid that sounds). Obviously there was no running going on at 344 pounds.

When I finally DID get down to a safe running weight, after all that hope and planning, my back doc nixed the whole thing since I had had a spinal fusion in the intervening years and still have some stenosis and further degeneration going on. He actually said that it will only get worse from here on in, never better, and asked if I wanted to be in a wheelchair the rest of my life after I took any sort of tumble running.

I'm still not over it. What a whiner I am!!!

Thanks for the thread=) I actually feel a little better getting that off my chest for today!

ETA: I wrote this before Dee's post popped up. I feel so stupid. It's so inconsequential in the bigger picture of life in general.