WHAT MADE YOU GRIMACE & GRIT YOUR TEETH TODAY?

JPIM, that made me laugh. I had a hellofatime in physics, as I was one of two people in a class of perhaps 200 who hadn't had a physics class before. I didn't know what the fellow was talking about from the first minute, something about vectors. And my lab teacher was newly from Russia and I couldn't understand what he said, therefore, at more than one level.

My lab partner stayed only one lab class, leaving me in many more physics labs with nobody nohow.. that lab partner was Jan of Jan and Dean. (Hah, I got him back for leaving by naming him..)
At one point, I had some damn weights rigged up on a contraption for some reason, and my left contact lens went towards the corner of my eye, popped out, and my movement caused the contraption to fall, and, yes, a weight landed and broke the lens.
I got a poor but not fatal grade for the semester..
Further than that, I'd just broken up with the first love of my life. What a miserable person I was...

Oddly, I got the highest grade in a class that essentially was biophysics the next semester, and that teacher also had a heavy accent, that time Swedish. I wrote the course notes phonetically..

Now, many years past, I sense I could get interested in physics.




So, hang in there..

Is Bean better now, shewolf?

yes and no

she is eating like a bird, if at all.
but she isnt puking, and doesnt have diarrhea AS bad..

she did go to school yesterday, and that seemed to go ok

we shall see.

I like the "yes" part of that answer best, shewolf.

Poor little possum!

Updating you kind people on my collection agency experience: I can't remember if I posted that I went back and looked at old checkbooks and discovered that I did in fact have long distance service with Sprint, with the last check to them written in September 2004.

I contacted Sprint billing, but got nowhere. Without a customer number/account number, I couldn't get them to acknowledge that I ever had long distance service with them at all, much less that I owe them money. And yes, I spoke to a supervisor.

I mailed my response to the collection agency (certified, return receipt requested) yesterday after work. That cost five bucks. If this goes on much longer, I can see why people just go ahead and pay up, rather than trying to prove that they don't owe anything.

I've received voice mail messages from them Monday and Tuesday evenings. My letter requests that they stop contacting me by phone - I hope that works.

I did a pulmonary test today. It was kinda hard.

The good news: I don't have asthma.

The bad news: I am going to die.

What...?!

In general, like everyone does sometime, or is something seriously wrong, cjhsa?

sooner or later, right soz?

grrrrr....
All I've done is worked my tail off and do my best to accommodate her busy schedule, her menopause, her marriage woes, and today my business partner got shitty and hung up the phone in my face.

grrrr.......
I can't imagine what I'm gonna say to this woman tomorrow when I hear from her again.

Lordy. I decided to make a quick stop at the local grocery store, got just over 12 things (no express lane), and got in line behind a lady with a harnessed medical dog. Well, I guess it was a medical dog as she could see just fine and it had an official badge. So, She's buying about 4 lbs of sweet potatoes and 10 pounds of frozen chicken. And, that's just about all. She haggled over the price of sweet potatoes. She ran her card and didn't punch in the right PIN - she tried two more times. She then tried it as a credit card. She then asked if she could write a check. The check writing took a long time.

About now the woman directly behind me (so close that when I stepped aside a few inches, I step on her toes), starts to mutter and sigh loudly. She's talking to me, but I can't hear her and don't want to.

After the check writing, the check is handed over with a 20 dollar bill. She had been muttering something, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. The cashier, who was being very patient, asked her what she wanted her to do with the 20 dollars, change? The mutterer finally spoke up and started with "I TOLD YOU TWICE ALREADY......" and explained that she wanted to write the check for less than the total, pay the rest with a 20 and get change for the 20 for what's left. By now the cashier is totally flustered. She screws up the transaction and calls for help.

The too-close stander behind me starts raving, loudly, that she has kids at home she needs to get to - eh? WTF? And she starts shaking her hands in my face. I had been standing facing the rack of magazines so as not to be hovering over the check writer, this left me sideways to the hand shaker. I turned my back on her.

Finally I was up, the cashier smiled at me, appreciating my patience and we made a speedy transaction. After checking out and bagging up, I left to find the check writer looking through all her bags before leaving the store.

Oy!

Oh yeah, and the hamster my nephew took home from school for vacation week was found dead this afternoon.

littlek, Thou art a saint. And double oy re the hamster.

Oooh, I feel for all parties on that one, little K, well, except somewhat less for the too-close person.


Also, of course for the hamster..


Eoe, my business partner and I didn't have those kind of troubles, basically, well, mostly, got along, but neither of us call each other now. Maybe in a few years..
So, I empathize on your situation.


cjhsa, hoping you were kidding...


mac, grrrrrrrr.

Sorry, it was just one of those we're all gonna die someday moments.

Perhaps it was because the test was done in a hospital, and I saw people of all ages in various states of living and dying.

Anyway, to the chagrin of more than a few A2K'ers, I'm just fine.

Whew.

Yeah, hospitals are depressing.

so sorry.

I believe Dys lives in the desert. Even so this is dry humour taken beyond dessication.

I grimaced at the thought of being one step ahead of the rest.

This may sound crazy but...
I allowed my 36 year old stepson to fix his own carry-home plate after dinner last night and he cleaned us out. His father had gotten on his case so badly a while back, about being so greedy and taking home so much of the food for himself, leaving us with hardly anything, that I began fixing a plate for him myself. Last night, when he asked if he could take something home, I said sure but, curious whether his fathers' harsh words had taken hold, I didn't move, indicating that he should fix it himself. Well, he did and it was as if his father had never said a word to him. He took half of everything, as if leaving the two of us with half is fair. It's baffling as well as enraging. I can't figure out if it's his out-and-out greed and total selfishness that blinds him to the simple math or what but I learned my lesson for good. I'll never, ever allow him to fix his own take-home plate again. Here I thought I wouldn't have to cook for a few days and now, I've got to cook TONIGHT.
grrrr.....

The realization that in two short weeks we will be turning our clocks back one hour giving up the morning daylight we've gained since mid-January. It was hard enough going back to getting up in the dark when the time change happened in April, with the earlier change the kids will be back to going out to the bus in the dark.

The motivation for the earlier change was supposedly because people are more likely to shop, and therefore spend money, on their way home from work if it's light than if it's dark. I hereby vow to not spend any money between the hours of 4:00 pm and 6:00 pm until the first Saturday in April.

oooohhhh, just saw eoe's post. That would get me too. Did your husband have anything to say about it?

I thought the original motivation was for subjec..., er, citizens to save energy. Within years it turned out that daylight saving time did nothing of the kind -- so the Bush administration extended it. (Sorry for politicizing this thread. If you want to grimace and grit your teeth about it, you are fully justified.)