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Post by Onjel on Nov 5, 2010 12:09:21 GMT -5
Lest I have to post my reaction on the Open Topic thread, let me just say I agree with "Daphne's" mom, completely. Anything else would be too strong for this forum.
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Post by Onjel on Nov 5, 2010 12:11:03 GMT -5
Morning, or whatever. Still have not succeeded in taking an actual day off; the day I was too sick to write I did four loads of laundry, cooked dinner, and did the dishes, which is NOT MY JOB. Can we have a show of hands on the subject of Franklin's home care physical therapist who was droning on (you know that tone of voice where you can tell someone is not listening to the words coming out of their mouth? That kind of droning on) about politics yesterday when I came in from hanging out the sheets and my load of underwear. Was that: - A. Really rude and unprofessional; she was in a stranger's house on a job, not at a cocktail party with friends.
B. Par for the course: nobody's mama teaches them any nice manners these days.
C. So bad that if I make a complaint about it I might be putting her job in jeopardy.
D. All of the above.
I went out and took a couple of dozen photos while she was here, which was really stupid because, as noted, I'd stripped the bed, put sheets on the line, and still had to go up to Yelm and buy livestock panels, to Home Depot to get compo shingles to skid proof the steps, and to the grocery store. In the pickup. Which means getting in and out of the vehicle should go down as a whole other piece of heavy labor, and I woke up at seven or so with my bad knee trying to tie itself in a bow knot. Julia, I at least must get the back steps shingled today, because it's going to start raining this afternoon and even the dogs are slipping on them. I'm going with all of the above. She should never engage in that type of discussion, whether invited to or not, with her clients and their families. It's inappropriate.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 5, 2010 12:28:22 GMT -5
Morning, or whatever. Still have not succeeded in taking an actual day off; the day I was too sick to write I did four loads of laundry, cooked dinner, and did the dishes, which is NOT MY JOB. Can we have a show of hands on the subject of Franklin's home care physical therapist who was droning on (you know that tone of voice where you can tell someone is not listening to the words coming out of their mouth? That kind of droning on) about politics yesterday when I came in from hanging out the sheets and my load of underwear. Was that: - A. Really rude and unprofessional; she was in a stranger's house on a job, not at a cocktail party with friends.
B. Par for the course: nobody's mama teaches them any nice manners these days.
C. So bad that if I make a complaint about it I might be putting her job in jeopardy.
D. All of the above.
I went out and took a couple of dozen photos while she was here, which was really stupid because, as noted, I'd stripped the bed, put sheets on the line, and still had to go up to Yelm and buy livestock panels, to Home Depot to get compo shingles to skid proof the steps, and to the grocery store. In the pickup. Which means getting in and out of the vehicle should go down as a whole other piece of heavy labor, and I woke up at seven or so with my bad knee trying to tie itself in a bow knot. Julia, I at least must get the back steps shingled today, because it's going to start raining this afternoon and even the dogs are slipping on them. I'm going with all of the above. She should never engage in that type of discussion, whether invited to or not, with her clients and their families. It's inappropriate. It wasn't so much a discussion as a monologue, and it was far from the first time she'd done it. The day started with her chewing me out for not spotting Franklin walking down the hill, when she has been told every time she's been here, for six weeks that I have serious mobility limitations, and cannot walk down the hill myself. Last week she bitched me out for not taking Franklin to the store with me to get more walking exersize. Again, she has been told repeatedly that I do not drive. Julia, Franklin did fine walking down the hill, much better than I did Tuesday when I had to take the bus.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 5, 2010 13:26:25 GMT -5
I'm going with all of the above. She should never engage in that type of discussion, whether invited to or not, with her clients and their families. It's inappropriate. It wasn't so much a discussion as a monologue, and it was far from the first time she'd done it. The day started with her chewing me out for not spotting Franklin walking down the hill, when she has been told every time she's been here, for six weeks that I have serious mobility limitations, and cannot walk down the hill myself. Last week she bitched me out for not taking Franklin to the store with me to get more walking exersize. Again, she has been told repeatedly that I do not drive. Julia, Franklin did fine walking down the hill, much better than I did Tuesday when I had to take the bus. *brackets Julia* I think it's time you reported her ass. She's not just mean, she's stupid. I took the refi paperwork to city hall and found that nobody had told me that: a) it takes 3-5 days to get this kind of thing through the system, partly because the city manager has to sign it, and since the document has to be notarized, this can only take place when both manager and notary are in the office at the same time. b) there are blank spaces on said document which should have been filled in with the proper dates by the loan people before they dumped it on me, and there is no way any notary will sign off on a document with blank spaces. All of which seems fair and reasonable to me. So I gave the redevelopment lady our loan officer's card, made sure she has our phone number, and left the packet with her. She's going to take it from there. There's certainly nothing more I can do. Then I went home, picked up the bags of thrift shop donations, and ran a couple of the errands I'd originally planned for today.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Nov 5, 2010 14:15:39 GMT -5
I'm going with all of the above. She should never engage in that type of discussion, whether invited to or not, with her clients and their families. It's inappropriate. It wasn't so much a discussion as a monologue, and it was far from the first time she'd done it. The day started with her chewing me out for not spotting Franklin walking down the hill, when she has been told every time she's been here, for six weeks that I have serious mobility limitations, and cannot walk down the hill myself. Last week she bitched me out for not taking Franklin to the store with me to get more walking exersize. Again, she has been told repeatedly that I do not drive. Julia, Franklin did fine walking down the hill, much better than I did Tuesday when I had to take the bus. Sounds to me like her job should be put in jeopardy.
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Post by Sara on Nov 5, 2010 14:39:07 GMT -5
Morning, or whatever. Still have not succeeded in taking an actual day off; the day I was too sick to write I did four loads of laundry, cooked dinner, and did the dishes, which is NOT MY JOB. Can we have a show of hands on the subject of Franklin's home care physical therapist who was droning on (you know that tone of voice where you can tell someone is not listening to the words coming out of their mouth? That kind of droning on) about politics yesterday when I came in from hanging out the sheets and my load of underwear. Was that: - A. Really rude and unprofessional; she was in a stranger's house on a job, not at a cocktail party with friends.
B. Par for the course: nobody's mama teaches them any nice manners these days.
C. So bad that if I make a complaint about it I might be putting her job in jeopardy.
D. All of the above.
I went out and took a couple of dozen photos while she was here, which was really stupid because, as noted, I'd stripped the bed, put sheets on the line, and still had to go up to Yelm and buy livestock panels, to Home Depot to get compo shingles to skid proof the steps, and to the grocery store. In the pickup. Which means getting in and out of the vehicle should go down as a whole other piece of heavy labor, and I woke up at seven or so with my bad knee trying to tie itself in a bow knot. Julia, I at least must get the back steps shingled today, because it's going to start raining this afternoon and even the dogs are slipping on them. I'm going with all of the above. She should never engage in that type of discussion, whether invited to or not, with her clients and their families. It's inappropriate.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Nov 5, 2010 15:40:42 GMT -5
It's going to be 38 degrees tonight. I'm not going up to faire to sleep in a tent. I'm staying home and sleeping in my own bed. I'll go up to faire tomorrow morning.
With the added benefit of being able to stop at Starbucks on the way.
It's all good.
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Post by Sue on Nov 5, 2010 17:37:51 GMT -5
I have a full set of the Miles Vorkosigan books to lend out if someone wants to borrow them.
I have a full set of mine own, and a second "lending" set.
Let me know.
Sue
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 5, 2010 18:16:11 GMT -5
I have once again failed utterly at the "take a day off" thing; instead, Andrew and I got started on the garbage-can pen, and would still be working except for the damned rain.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Nov 5, 2010 18:43:54 GMT -5
I have a full set of the Miles Vorkosigan books to lend out if someone wants to borrow them. I have a full set of mine own, and a second "lending" set. Let me know. Sue Cryoburn comes with a full set of free legal shareable ebooks, now online baencd.thefifthimperium.com/24-CryoburnCD/CryoburnCD/
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Post by Sue on Nov 5, 2010 18:48:59 GMT -5
I have a full set of the Miles Vorkosigan books to lend out if someone wants to borrow them. I have a full set of mine own, and a second "lending" set. Let me know. Sue Cryoburn comes with a full set of free legal shareable ebooks, now online baencd.thefifthimperium.com/24-CryoburnCD/CryoburnCD/Oh, interesting.
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Post by SpringSummers on Nov 5, 2010 18:57:25 GMT -5
It's going to be 38 degrees tonight. I'm not going up to faire to sleep in a tent. I'm staying home and sleeping in my own bed. I'll go up to faire tomorrow morning. With the added benefit of being able to stop at Starbucks on the way. It's all good. It's supposed to get down to 27 deg around here tonight! Shiver me timbers and the rest o' me too!
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Post by SpringSummers on Nov 5, 2010 19:13:22 GMT -5
Filled out numerous application forms for Childrens Services and took them over there today. I filled out all the ones that weren't "house inspection" related. You would not believe how much stuff I had to fill out! There was a lengthy "self survey" form with all kinds of questions. Have to call on Mon to schedule coming in for my background check - they have to take my prints on some sort of scanning machine. I guess they don't use the old "ink" method. I was very encouraged as far as the possiblities go, but am trying to stay cool and calm and not get too excited, etc. They are worried about the child not getting his hopes up too high too soon. And I guess I gotta worry about me on that score . . . Ah, what the hell. I'm gonna let my hopes fly toward the moon; I can't help it, it's too late to call 'em back, now. If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out; I can handle the crash-landing. I will just direct the lander toward S'cubie Sea of Tranquilty, where the ground is soft.
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Post by Sue on Nov 5, 2010 21:12:44 GMT -5
Filled out numerous application forms for Childrens Services and took them over there today. I filled out all the ones that weren't "house inspection" related. You would not believe how much stuff I had to fill out! There was a lengthy "self survey" form with all kinds of questions. Have to call on Mon to schedule coming in for my background check - they have to take my prints on some sort of scanning machine. I guess they don't use the old "ink" method. I was very encouraged as far as the possiblities go, but am trying to stay cool and calm and not get too excited, etc. They are worried about the child not getting his hopes up too high too soon. And I guess I gotta worry about me on that score . . . Ah, what the hell. I'm gonna let my hopes fly toward the moon; I can't help it, it's too late to call 'em back, now. If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out; I can handle the crash-landing. I will just direct the lander toward S'cubie Sea of Tranquilty, where the ground is soft. We've got your back, babe.
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Post by Sara on Nov 5, 2010 22:30:44 GMT -5
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