Sep 25, 2020, 11:37 PM
(This is Swatch from the store Mood, made famous by Project Runway.)
Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.
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@Ganymede Yes, but people come to our office that need help with Medicaid and other social services, and therefore may be allergic, will be the BS I get, unless I find a way to get him service trained.
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I wish you weren't such a caring, responsible person.
File an ADA-accommodation request.
I CAN HAS SERVUS KITTEH?
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@Ganymede I've never even thought about filing an ADA request for Logan to come to work with me. I guess I didn't even know it was an option.
It's not that I'm responsible, so much as I know the pushback I'd get. That and I'm allergic to kittehs, so I wouldn't want to do that to someone on purpose. But everyone knows that studies show petting a dog helps the blood pressure! It'd be a health benefit for the office!
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That is one of the (several) things I am severely jealous of my little brother for. Him and his wife (mostly his wife) own their business and so he just takes his dog to work with him. As a result this is not a dog who is used to ever being away from his people, he just hangs with his family all day every day.
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(This is Swatch from the store Mood, made famous by Project Runway.)
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@Auspice For someone with a serious cat allergy, that is still enough to make them very seriously ill. Hypo- just means less, and the proteins in cat dander have a strange reaction in the body of some people who are seriously allergic to them, causing more severe reactions with every exposure. Furthermore, a single exposure can lead to reactions that last for days, or even weeks. For many people, there is NO safe level of cat exposure.
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@tek said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
For many people, there is NO safe level of cat exposure.
Yes, but this is by design.
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I work in tech so dags at work is definitely a thing. I can take or leave going into the office again after all of this but I do miss all the office dogs. One of our marketing staff has a Goldendoodle named Jack who liked to nap under a few desks, including mine, and miss his little face alot.
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I donate platelets about once a month, which I actually enjoy doing especially in 2020. It at least feels like a positive contribution in some direction instead of helpless screaming into the void. And it has benefits like forcing me to eat enough iron-rich foods to stay on top of my donation game.
I made my last donation appointment a while back, forgetting that Saturday was Yom Kippur. It was too much trouble to cancel the appointment, so I went anyway. I just wasn't hydrated enough, which I'm now finding out three days later makes a huge difference in how quickly you bounce back from donating.
Lesson learned but Lort, I am tired.
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I'd like to be working again
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Honestly, suburban politicians on kangaroo commissions are the damned stupidest people I have ever had to work with.
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You know how dumb the average person is? Half the population is dumber.
I have a waggish sense of humor.
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This is a wealthy suburb. With purportedly educated people. Who just want to ask irrelevant question after irrelevant question about a very basic principle of property ownership.
JFC, these motherfuckers are too damn stupid to live.
I mean, here. Live here.
Honest.
“It is better to live doing the things that you like. It is foolish to live within this dream of a world seeing unpleasantness and doing only things that you do not like.” -- Yamamoto Tsunetomo.
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@Ganymede said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
This is a wealthy suburb. With purportedly educated people. Who just want to ask irrelevant question after irrelevant question about a very basic principle of property ownership.
JFC, these motherfuckers are too damn stupid to live.
I mean, here. Live here.
Honest.
Now I am suddenly curious what was asked.
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Dorothy Lane Market is in Kettering.
And no, the township.
I was in the city and part of their government.
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Tells you how long it's been since I've been in Dayton. I was firmly convinced that whole little strip mall was in Beavercreek. We always parked by the Chico's to go to Graeter's, usually following a giant dinner at El Mason.