I am sick. And tired. Of the parents. Who can't be bothered until after grades come out. Who think that yelling and swearing are compelling reasons to change a grade. Who make excuses, lie, prevaricate, enable, and are ten million times worse than their kids. Their kids I like; they can be reasoned with and understand things like logic and ( Read more... )

So. Despite a rather eventful regional competition, my ac-dec kids made state. We placed 21 out of the 40 schools that will be going so I think we'll even make a respectable showing. Still, I'll be happy when it's over ( Read more... )

...or not so much. NO WHERE was I told that my driver's license address needs to match my actual address. It's correctly on file at the DMV and all other government institutions. And who caries utility bills around with them, anyway? Seriously ( Read more... )

What's the other 25%?

75% GeekStill no heat. And, of course, several other issues of similar frustration have cropped up. I believe there's an apt phrase re "raining" and "pouring ( Read more... )

The hero of the story, the heater-repair guy, finally came, albeit three hours late, only to be defeated by (dun, dun, dun) a blown compressor. It is, of course, not just any compressor, it is a special compressor that is, apparently, crafted by a particular order of monks, high in the Dark Mountains, of materials beyond the ken of mortal men. Or ( Read more... )

My heat-pump has given up the ghost. Of course, of course it chooses to do so on the first night with temperatures below freezing. Lucky for me, I regularly sleep with five blankets, one of which is electric (please reference previous post re: thermostat war) and so managed to stay reasonably warm. My poor sister got very little sleep. A karma ( Read more... )

I hate being sick.

Having one of those Murphy's Law kinda days.

I hate money. I hate worrying about money. I hate the checking and double checking of my budget that occurs months before any substantial (read > $100) purchases can be made. I hate that "substantial" IS $100. I become insane with anger/jealousy when I watch people less skilled and educated than I rake in truly ridiculous amounts of money and then ( Read more... )

My refrigerator is, in fact, possessed. The repair-scheduler-guy on the phone said so. He went so far as to suggest that if the repair guy they sent out couldn't take care of it, I should call him (the repair-scheduler-guy) back because he knows a guy. Apparently repair-scheduler-guy has connections to the nefarious underground world of black ( Read more... )