Antiwhine - I got a job covering a maternity leave for the month of winter break!
Whine - It starts tomorrow.
Antiwhine - MONEY!!!
Whine - Long commute.
Antiwhine - BUS SERVICE!
Whine - Gotta leave at 0630.
Antiwhine - MONEY!!!
So awards will be late on Thursday, 'kay?
Please tell your tales of Whine and "No"ses. Holiday shopping? Baking? Money woes? Obnoxious bosses? Bring 'em here! Shoulders a-plenty!
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Whine the First: it's still December.
Whine the Second: no heat at the store.
Antiwhine the First: see Whine the First. I work retail. I have to admit I fall down in praise of the consumer gods every day in December.
Antiwhine the Second: Excedrin Migraine. Good stuff.
Huzzah on the moolah, Liz!
Sending you some warm weather until such time that the heat issues can be addressed, S.
A JOB? Right before Christmas? Wow, Mazel tov Liz. This is really a Christmas miracle.
Huge whine: Crazy son decided this week to go for the bad boy trinity. Caught him looking up very pervy internet porn. He lied and said it wasn't him. Yes. I have 3 heads, too.
Then I caught him with pot in his room. He left a roach just SITTING on his window sill.
Last, but not least, snuck to a party with a friend, got stinking drunk, and came home stumbling after I had friend's mom go and pick them both up from the party.
So, sex, drugs, and alcohol all in one fun fulled weekend!
Whine: spent past 2 days trying to deal with the repercussions of said idiotic behavior. Looks like there might be an escalation towards some residential treatment.
Antiwhine: a whole week with only one blocked toilet that I plunged myself (twice). It's another Christmas miracle.
Antiwhine: A very nice person gave us a $100 gift card to Target and another one to the grocery store. Cool, huh?
Whine: Living in the land of the frozen ice sucks. It's cold, it's slippery and I can't leave my house. Too dangerous and I don't have such good balance. Plus nobody shoveled us out, so my daughter did it, and she's not so talented in the shoveling arena.
Whine: Cat is coughing again. I think he has asthma.
Whine: Daughter is coughing now, too. No fever, just wheezing and coughing that is not helped by albuteral.
Whine: Running out of peppermint Joe-Joes.
Antiwhine: My son's program goes right through Christmas break. In other words, he's going to be gone all day every day. Heh!
Here's a holiday gift for all my whiner friends. Ladies, you are very very welcome! :-)
You might want to play this when you can turn up the volume and dance in your chair. Because you WILL dance in your chair and turn up the volume. I promise, you will!
http://tinyurl.com/28qowh
I'm so sorry Margalit.
Brrrrr, S! I hope you get some heat soon or that the weather stays warm.
Hugs to Margalit to get through the next few weeks with a smile. Or at least without shouting, WTF? loudly.
Whine: today is program day at school and religious education. If I (reluctantly) (half-heartedly) signed my 6 year old up for Catholic "Christian Formation" classes, with a dose of guilt from my mom (who rarely pulls out the guilt and that's why it works). And they are doing the Jesus Tree, not a Nativity Play. Where is the incentive for me...at least the Nativity is cute to watch 1st graders do, as long you you don't think too hard about modern and historical Christian society's treatment of unwed mothers.
And because I am whiny, I am annoyed that our new suburban school makes no pretense about adding Christmas to the school day. The program today is Searching for Santa. I feel like a mean curmedgeon, but I thought public schools = no religion except as academic topics. I know, dreamland. But I can't help but feel whiny about it. And whiny toward myself because I don't want to be the person who complains to the school and make a fuss.
Sorry my whines are wishy-washy today. Like my mind.
Whine: my children are driving my crazy with fairly normal kid behavior. Winter break is going to suck.
congrats on the job, liz!
hugs to margalit.
whine: i have cleverly managed to position myself so that i have a month's worth of work to do in the next 2 weeks, during which time i shall be expected to act jolly and entertain and cook, etc. i'm coping with the stress by procrastinating.
antiwhine: i think i have all the gifts, except stocking stuffers. that's my story, and i'm sticking to it.
Whine on Behalf of The World's Best Bleeding Heart Attorney, whose periods will.not.go.away despite all hormonal indications of menopause, sung to the tune of "Let it Snow"
Oh, the periods they are frightful,
Menopause would be delightful,
But 'til you hit the big five-oh,
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow.
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
So we might as well go shopping,
No need to turn lights down low,
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow.
When we finally kiss goodnight,
We'll pretend that no sex is the norm,
And if you really hold me tight,
I'll try to ignore the red storm.
Your desire is slowly dying,
And the sheets, they are not flying
But since I still love you so,
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow.
(There's always next week, right?)
and there's more! the fireplacing water heater broke, and so the workmen are coming tomorrow to replace it.
i work at home. last week's additions to the serious work atmosphere included 1.5 days of the tree guys with chain saws removing a dead tree and part of another, both ready to fall on the house in the next storm, which arrived a few days later; daughter's oral surgery and 6 days of misery [including followup with the doc]; help catering a fundraiser i committed to months ago; a 2-day visit from MIL and her mean little cat-chasing dog; a nice power outage. and a partidge in a pear tree.
oh, YT!! such style!
Ooh, style points for YT!!!! ANd hugs for Margalit, and absorbent towels for Kathy.
Antiwhine: I just got back from Curious Girl's class play, which was the.cutest.thing.EVER. They wrote it themselves, and it was all about princesses who learn from fairies how to reduce, reuse, recycle, and it ends with a fabulous dancing ball. So.darn.cute.
Major whine: I have this new colleague in my department (which I am this week regretting I chair), who has a grant to bring a big festival to campus in the spring. Except it turns out the grant doesn't cover the full cost of the festival. It covers only maybe 1/3 to 1/2 of the festival, and I didn't find that out until early August, in an aside to another conversation. Since September, I have been meeting with new colleague and various other colleagues, asking for some very particular documents or pieces of information in order to facilitate fundraising and other planning, and virtually NONE of the info I have asked for has been forthcoming. And so I am getting increasingly worried that this is going to cost the department tens of thousands of dollars it doesn't have. New colleague has various good reasons for being somewhat inattentive to this project, but in the end, new colleague is not responding to some pretty clear directives about things to do for this project. It's getting time consuming, and worrying, and it makes me want to chuck my computer out the window. Sigh.
Back when I started reading blogs, I never once imagined that the funniest thing I would ever read on a blog was an ode to how menstruation was interfering with the amorous activities of a couple of middle-aged lesbians, set as a parody of a holiday song. Yankee T - you're my hero and deserving of the grand bull moose award of Lifetime Achievement in Stylish Whines.
Whine/Bleg - does anyone know how to get nasal-blasted Chai tea out of an iBook keyboard?
Huzzah Liz! And wow YT!
Allergies? Virus? Sinus Infection? It's anyone's guess, but it's miserable. And I have a dentist appointment tonight to have a root canal re-canaled. Allergy meds, cold meds and dental misery... who needs the pixies' margaritas?
Not enough privacy to whine thoroughly today. But I will report that my mother declared that my Wonderful New Dishwasher's "spacers are too big." But mom, that makes them just perfect for my many too-big mugs. That you bought me, come to think of it.
She also rolled her eyes continuously as Snuggly Girl ate endless amounts of watermelon. (Too many carbs!) Sure, a homogenous diet isn't good for you, but really, she eats plenty of other stuff. Her favorite fruit is watermelon these days. Live with it.
Would the Fates please take their thumbs off my work-life balance? I would like to recalibrate it.
My best friend is having a near-nervous breakdown 400 miles away in the aftermath of her father's death. My mother is watching her oldest little brother go through what is probably his last illness. Cancer sucks.
My boss sent out an enigmatic email last night informing us that a long-term employee, the head of one of our major grants, is "No longer with the U." He is not answering his phone or emails.
Primo's teacher sprang a last minute "this is not a holiday party, just the kids sharing their writing workshop books, but you have to come and bring a dish from your culture to pass" party. She scheduled it for the same day and time as my office party, forcing me to decide between being a Good Parent and a Good Employee. Although, hey! Given the atmopshere in the office after the announcment that Beloved Younger PI has been Desaparecido, I don't regret choosing the Path of Parenthood today.
And when I got out of the Last MInute School Event, there was a message on my cell phone. The work crew at my house, installing my new sliding patio door, discovered when they went to pull the old one that the goombah who installed the old one back in the 70s..... did not put a header on the hole they cut in the wall. The load-bearing wall. No wonder the stupid aluminum door was out of square. it was holding up the side of the house.
So my already-pricey construction work is now Even More Pricey, with a side of "what else don't we know?"
Antiwhine: Potlucks at our school are wonderful. Latkes, sushi, perogis, potstickers, flan, curried chicken, kebabs..... drool....
Antiwhine: The house managed to not fall in despite not having support for a good stretch of roof for the past 30 years. "Its really held up surprisingly well" the foreman told me.
Whine: My family doc's heart is three sizes too small. Fireplace.
After more than two years of pain every day, my doc finally agreed to refer me to a headache clinic out of town. He also put my name on the list at our one and only local neuro doc.
The out of town clinic will not give me date for consultation because I have a local consult pending. Ya. Well, around here "pending" can mean upwards of two years. As in, two MORE fireplacing years.
Crap.
Besides - so fireplacing WHAT if I see them both???? I pay taxes, I pay into our medical system - I have a right to proper care. Why is my dual referral seen as "overuse of services"???? Why wouldn't the headache specialist find a report from a general neuro (the local guy) *helpful* - as in, the more information on a patient, the better.
WTF??
I am so discouraged. I am not entirely sure that I can even process all of this bullsh*t until after the holidays. I'm so freaking busy I don't know where to go next, and then this...
Merry Freakin' Christmas.
*puts on smile and minister-like behaviour*
I'm fine. Really. I'm fine. And you?
Anti-whine: I just went back and read YT's genius song. YT - you made me smile for the first time today (I've been doin' me some cryin'...) - so thanks.
(((margalit))
madeleine -- too many carbs in WATERMELON? seriously, your mom needs a hobby.
"ain't work grand" nominations for susan and sara.
with extra hugs for sara, who brings not only house woes of magnitude, but also the fucking cancer. xoxo
and (((( sue ))))
YT, you've topped yourself!
Just wanted to report that the heat is back on, so all of my whines have been canceled this week.
Yay! for heat.
Boo for lack of work-life balance, and irrational health care systems. :-P (I stick out my tongue at you, US health care system.)
(((Sue)))
YT!!!!!
Whine: New job has no e-mail and no internet for me ("It takes at least two months to get through all the security hoops here and you're only going to be here a month!")
So I had to wait 'till now to read all the really worthy whines.
And it'll be about this time tomorrow when I can give awards. I'll be closing out comments about 0530 EST tomorrow morning so that I can write up awards long hand during lunch 8^D
Whinin' Old Skool today: My nipples, they're chapped. And one has a small crack. And with my return to work on Monday, the pumping, oh she hurts. The menstrual cramps hurt real hard too. Yeah, I'm 7 weeks post-partum, lactating, and AUNT FLO DROPS BY? ARRRRRGH! Throw in two kids' worth of snot, and a little more of my own. Amongst the poopy diapers and the continued trials of potty training.... We got yer bodily fluids here, and enough for a while. And oh shoot - it's Christmas in a few days, and my cards? Uhhh... in the floor, out of their envelopes, threatening to lead some sort of festive confetti revolt..... I just got from CVS to pick up some last minute photos, and realized in one of the prints, they cut off the subject's head partially (but mind you - still charged for the daggum print saying it was my fault - I loathe them!). So I can either not send that picture, or somehow figure out how to get to CVS on top of going to the post office during lunch tomorrow.
Add to all this Office Angst worthy of a Dr. Phil episode. One colleague kinda checked out Monday at lunch and hasn't shown back up. Our Assistant from Hell is busy-bodying all about stirring trouble, continuing NOT to do her job. We don't have a boss (the old boss announced resignation in July but the search is stalled at the "accepting resumes" phase), so there is nobody to manage the performance issues that have arisen.... EEEK!
So Merry Merry and Happy Happy. It's all going nuts 'round here!
DMD! you brought the nipples and so much more! sending you a woman of the year virtual trophy and a very sturdy lock for your office door, and passing the medicinal egg nog.
DMD - sore nipples, poopy diapers, a festive confetti revolt AND obnoxious co-workers....
...you so totally get an award for the sheer volume of whineage. And I'm all about the woman of the year virtual trophy for you too.
I bow to your whining excellence.
My wisdom teeth never quite came in all the way, and they pick very inconvenient times to sit up and bother the ever-loving crap out of me.
Like today, in the middle of a lesson. Do you know how hard it is to keep from shouting, "Shit! That hurts!" in front of impressionable five and six year olds?
I plan to get zonked as hell on NyQuil tonight, and dream the dreams of toothless, acid-loving hippies. Hopefully.
Oh Klee, I'm sorry. I hope that you feel better today.
DMD, Bag Balm.
I'm leaving whining comments open for the day, but I won't be able to do awards for any beyond this point.
my whine is that I forgot that yesterday was whining wednesday...
It's a bad sign when someone who is depressed sends a copy of a DNR order and health care directive instead of a Christmas card, isn't it? I know he cycles through rungs of hell and comes out the other side, but this is freaking the hell out of me. Can't explain the situation and there is little I can do directly. Breathe! Breathe!
The book I ordered, one he really wanted, I also found out today there is some problem and I need to order it again from a different place. Need to write him; need to think of what to write. Need a miracle, for him to feel some peace at this time of year that is especially hard. Please hold thoughts for J.
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