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The Grumpy Old Women Thread... (Part 17)
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Originally Posted by batgirl:
“Go to User CP, then edit options (I think) and right at the bottom there's an option to choose a skin - the DS one changes the forum back to *normal*.”
“Go to User CP, then edit options (I think) and right at the bottom there's an option to choose a skin - the DS one changes the forum back to *normal*.”
Have I told you lately how much I bloody love you? Thank f*ck for that - normal service resumed.
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“handy - Mr M deserves a medal for getting you that thingy. He's a star.
KJ - thanks for that.
(((Sad)))”
“handy - Mr M deserves a medal for getting you that thingy. He's a star.
KJ - thanks for that.
(((Sad)))”
((((((((((((((((BG))))))))))))))))
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“Me, well, I'm pissed of with a certain utilities company (BG
). I got a sales call about my mum's account (my number's on it because I've been paying her bills for years) and said yes to this insurance type cover thing and explained that the paperwork would have to come to me because who knows what she'd make of it. Fine, call customer sevices and they'll sort it out for you the bloke said. I called customer services, explained eveything and got told that I needed to talk to someone else and they'd transfer me. Then they cut me off. So I called back, got a different person, explained again and got put through again...
So I explained again, got put on hold, then was told that paperwork would be sent to me after my mum writes in to them to explain that she wants the paperwork sending to me.
"Listen", I hissed at the poor woman, "if she was capable of writing and posting a letter I wouldn't need the sodding paperwork posting to me, and this should be clear seeing as I've explained the situation in detail not only to the first person who called me but everyone else I've spoken to since, including you." Or words to that effect.
I then told her to cancel the new arrangement and to note what happen down as a complaint.
That was last night.
About an hour ago I had a call from another sales person trying to flog me the same thing again.
Very, very grumpy.”
“Me, well, I'm pissed of with a certain utilities company (BG
). I got a sales call about my mum's account (my number's on it because I've been paying her bills for years) and said yes to this insurance type cover thing and explained that the paperwork would have to come to me because who knows what she'd make of it. Fine, call customer sevices and they'll sort it out for you the bloke said. I called customer services, explained eveything and got told that I needed to talk to someone else and they'd transfer me. Then they cut me off. So I called back, got a different person, explained again and got put through again...So I explained again, got put on hold, then was told that paperwork would be sent to me after my mum writes in to them to explain that she wants the paperwork sending to me.
"Listen", I hissed at the poor woman, "if she was capable of writing and posting a letter I wouldn't need the sodding paperwork posting to me, and this should be clear seeing as I've explained the situation in detail not only to the first person who called me but everyone else I've spoken to since, including you." Or words to that effect.
I then told her to cancel the new arrangement and to note what happen down as a complaint.
That was last night.
About an hour ago I had a call from another sales person trying to flog me the same thing again.
Very, very grumpy.”
I'm going to give you the same advice that I've just given Young Sad who is stressing about smokers standing underneath his bedroom window. You need a super soaker, and/or a steaming dog turd.
We use a super-soaker on the ginger tom cat who terrorises our cats - you should see him run!
Here, my grumps are about my horrible anti-embolism stockings, which I have to wear for another two and a half weeks. The pair I came home in are xtra large and hang off the end of my feet. They're also so stretched that the heel bits are now somewhere near my toes.
Rang my GP's surgery (into whose care I have been discharged). After 3rd attempt, got to speak to a receptionist who said "Well, I know how long I had to wear my pair (wtf has *that* got to do with it, pray???
) but I'll ask the question."
She called back about half an hour later to say I should ring the hospital because "everything changes about, you know, and really you need to talk to the hospital" (what?????)
So after doing this
and pacing up and down a lot (haven't started my HRT yet and a bit edgy...) I rang the ward.
The very, very busy and lovely ward clerk spoke to a Dr and the staff nurse, and then said only thing I can do for *them* to help me is go into the hospital and have my legs measured so they can fit me with a pair that fit.
So that's what we'll do, but that means lugging me, and Melony, 20 miles into the centre of town tomorrow evening so that they can do it when things are a bit quieter on the ward. And all the way back.
How far away is my GP's surgery, where presumably they have tape-measures? Three and a half miles. I've got an appointment to see my GP on Wednesday morning and by God is someone going to get a piece of my mind
I've had brilliant care from individuals within the system at every level, but my GP's surgery have dropped the ball time and again in the last few months and frankly I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it any more. Grrrrrrrrr!!!!!
Sad - hope Little Sadette is OK, and I hope you're OK too.
Batty - it's at times like this that I thank the lord that we have no mains gas in the village and got out from under the heel of npower and BT a couple of years ago. Nothing worse that big organisations where the different bits don't speak to each other.... a bit like the NHS, really!
(Mr M is really looking forward to my HRT starting tomorrow... )
Here, my grumps are about my horrible anti-embolism stockings, which I have to wear for another two and a half weeks. The pair I came home in are xtra large and hang off the end of my feet. They're also so stretched that the heel bits are now somewhere near my toes.
Rang my GP's surgery (into whose care I have been discharged). After 3rd attempt, got to speak to a receptionist who said "Well, I know how long I had to wear my pair (wtf has *that* got to do with it, pray???
) but I'll ask the question."She called back about half an hour later to say I should ring the hospital because "everything changes about, you know, and really you need to talk to the hospital" (what?????)
So after doing this
and pacing up and down a lot (haven't started my HRT yet and a bit edgy...) I rang the ward.The very, very busy and lovely ward clerk spoke to a Dr and the staff nurse, and then said only thing I can do for *them* to help me is go into the hospital and have my legs measured so they can fit me with a pair that fit.
So that's what we'll do, but that means lugging me, and Melony, 20 miles into the centre of town tomorrow evening so that they can do it when things are a bit quieter on the ward. And all the way back.
How far away is my GP's surgery, where presumably they have tape-measures? Three and a half miles. I've got an appointment to see my GP on Wednesday morning and by God is someone going to get a piece of my mind
I've had brilliant care from individuals within the system at every level, but my GP's surgery have dropped the ball time and again in the last few months and frankly I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it any more. Grrrrrrrrr!!!!!
Sad - hope Little Sadette is OK, and I hope you're OK too.
Batty - it's at times like this that I thank the lord that we have no mains gas in the village and got out from under the heel of npower and BT a couple of years ago. Nothing worse that big organisations where the different bits don't speak to each other.... a bit like the NHS, really!
(Mr M is really looking forward to my HRT starting tomorrow...
)
Nothing changed on my DS, I wondered what sNOwy and others were on about ...
I did a quick Google for handy, they're 55 quid a pair on Amazon!
I did a quick Google for handy, they're 55 quid a pair on Amazon!
Originally Posted by Sadperson:
“Have I told you lately how much I bloody love you?”
“Have I told you lately how much I bloody love you?”
I take it the birthday prezzie hasn't arrived yet.
handy - I sent you the same thing because I couldn't think of anything else that would go with those stockings (that was an excellent grump btw, and you're quite right). KJ - if you had to choose, which Abba girly would be getting the woof?
Nothing to report from here apart from the shock I got when I came out of the supermarket and it was all dark, and it wasn't even that late.
Winter's just around the corner.
I've just received my parcel this morning, batty
Mr M is out, so I have time to recover before I show it to him... lolz!
Mr M is out, so I have time to recover before I show it to him... lolz!
Originally Posted by handymelon:
“I've just received my parcel this morning, batty
Mr M is out, so I have time to recover before I show it to him... lolz!”
“I've just received my parcel this morning, batty
Mr M is out, so I have time to recover before I show it to him... lolz!”
You and me both
Just wait until it's her turn
Oh I do hope Mr M and Mr Sad get a surprise later on today.
I've had a day of heroically dealing with some of my mum's paperwork. It's not easy, given that she doesn't even know I'm taking care of it, and even if she did she's not well enough now to give me any factual information (I could really do with her NI number for example). But I'm muddling through, and it's quite satisfying taking a bunch of envelopes to the post box, knowing that everything going off can be crossed off my to do list.
I've had a day of heroically dealing with some of my mum's paperwork. It's not easy, given that she doesn't even know I'm taking care of it, and even if she did she's not well enough now to give me any factual information (I could really do with her NI number for example). But I'm muddling through, and it's quite satisfying taking a bunch of envelopes to the post box, knowing that everything going off can be crossed off my to do list.
Originally Posted by batgirl:
“KJ - if you had to choose, which Abba girly would be getting the woof?”
“KJ - if you had to choose, which Abba girly would be getting the woof?”
elle (of course, what did you expect?)
I'm stressed, but only 'cos it's one of those times when I've stressed myself out by worrying
Good choice.
Lids are beating Donnie btw.
P.S. You are not allowed to stress on Friday nights. There's a law.
Lids are beating Donnie btw.
P.S. You are not allowed to stress on Friday nights. There's a law.
Mr M saw the box in the office and laughed his head off... then went "hmmmmmmmm... 
"
I'm not sure if this is a good sign or a bad one!
My darling daughter hit a little boy on the head with a wooden aeroplane today, hard enough to raise a lump and require an icepack. And enquiries to the school revealed he was innocently minding his own business. Oh, God...
A sweetie ban was forthwith put in place and a sorry letter has been written. my toes are *still* curling...
PS ((((((((stressy KJ)))))))))
"I'm not sure if this is a good sign or a bad one!
My darling daughter hit a little boy on the head with a wooden aeroplane today, hard enough to raise a lump and require an icepack. And enquiries to the school revealed he was innocently minding his own business. Oh, God...
A sweetie ban was forthwith put in place and a sorry letter has been written. my toes are *still* curling...
PS ((((((((stressy KJ)))))))))
Originally Posted by batgirl:
“You are not allowed to stress on Friday nights. There's a law.”
“You are not allowed to stress on Friday nights. There's a law.”
Next Friday, if I make it back from a trip to Youroland, failing that Saturday morning, I shall be back on form.
Originally Posted by handymelon:
“My darling daughter hit a little boy on the head with a wooden aeroplane today, hard enough to raise a lump and require an icepack.”
“My darling daughter hit a little boy on the head with a wooden aeroplane today, hard enough to raise a lump and require an icepack.”
In the sense of
(a) it flew into the air and landed on his head at speed or
(b) she used it like an angry nutter with a baseball bat?
(soz, kids eh?)
BG and handy, this so had to be done ...
After seven long weeks the kitchen has reached completion of sorts. Anyone not knowing the history would probably walk in and be full of admiration, but I'm a perfectionist (and the paymaster) so I know exactly where the finished article falls short. e.g. the pullouts I ordered weren't ordered and subsequently not fitted, so currently I have ordinary cupboards with shelves. I ordered triple waste bins so that I could separate the recycling at source - I got (and rejected) a single bin. For the most part the plasterer left the walls as smooth as silk (though he completely missed one small area,) but the painter not only left brushmarks on the walls, but skirtings, doors and radiators were not been rubbed down properly leaving a lumpy finish. The painter who came in to do the remedial work was excellent and I'm left wondering why he wasn't sent in to do the original paint job. Still even he could not make a silk purse from a sow's ear, so in short (or long) whenever I walk into the kitchen my eyes are automatically drawn more to the negatives than the positives.
I know my post is a bit self indulgent - but truly I've read the thread.
Handy and Melony - you've dealt with the negative; the positive is that this a girl who will hold her own.
BG - re; ma. What can I say - you know I've been there, but still I struggle to offer advice.
btw I hope the young GOW freshers are finding their feet - news please.
I know my post is a bit self indulgent - but truly I've read the thread.
Handy and Melony - you've dealt with the negative; the positive is that this a girl who will hold her own.
BG - re; ma. What can I say - you know I've been there, but still I struggle to offer advice.
btw I hope the young GOW freshers are finding their feet - news please.
Just back from seeing our fresher, Iggy - he's doing better than he was
Bummer about the kitchen fiasco though
I'm rather impressed with Melony is that bad?
BG - keep on keeping on. ((((((((((((((((((((BG)))))))))))))))))))
Here, we have a possible case of a rumbling appendix. I'd probably be less cynical if it didn't choose it's moments so well. Hopefully the scan the hospital have offered will be through sooner rather than later as Little Saddette can't really afford any more time off school.
*hands out leftover birthday cake to grumpers and pushes off to make a cuppa* - I do miss having Young Sad at home to make me cups of tea and cocoa
Bummer about the kitchen fiasco though
I'm rather impressed with Melony
is that bad?BG - keep on keeping on. ((((((((((((((((((((BG)))))))))))))))))))
Here, we have a possible case of a rumbling appendix. I'd probably be less cynical if it didn't choose it's moments so well. Hopefully the scan the hospital have offered will be through sooner rather than later as Little Saddette can't really afford any more time off school.
*hands out leftover birthday cake to grumpers and pushes off to make a cuppa* - I do miss having Young Sad at home to make me cups of tea and cocoa
I have to say. to all those speaking admiringly of my child, that said little boy was quietly playing with a construction set and the TA saw her walk up to him FROM BEHIND and crack him a good one!
Because of her age, of course, she has *no* idea why she did it. Anyway, sorry-letter has been delivered.
Iggy, it's not self-indulgent. You've paid out a load of money and had a shedload of hassle and what you ended up with was below the standard you'd expect. I'd be stressed and peed off, too! ((((hug))))
Sad - glad Young Sad is making progress. Hope the hospital come up with the goods one way or the other for you!
Grump: For the second year in a row, all Mr M's birthday pressie stuff from Amazon has failed to arrive on time. At least this time it made it back to the depot intact so hopefully he'll get it in the morning, but he's had a really horrible afternoon and I'm very much NOT looking forward to breaking that piece of news to him.
Hope everyone else is well and surviving... ((((GOWs))))
Because of her age, of course, she has *no* idea why she did it. Anyway, sorry-letter has been delivered.
Iggy, it's not self-indulgent. You've paid out a load of money and had a shedload of hassle and what you ended up with was below the standard you'd expect. I'd be stressed and peed off, too! ((((hug))))
Sad - glad Young Sad is making progress. Hope the hospital come up with the goods one way or the other for you!
Grump: For the second year in a row, all Mr M's birthday pressie stuff from Amazon has failed to arrive on time. At least this time it made it back to the depot intact so hopefully he'll get it in the morning, but he's had a really horrible afternoon and I'm very much NOT looking forward to breaking that piece of news to him.
Hope everyone else is well and surviving... ((((GOWs))))
My fresher is having a wonderful time and proudly told me he's pulled an all nighter last week to complete an assignment - his first ever. He carried on to say handed it in to find it wasn't due till the next day. I admit I laughed.
Hope you're well on the mend Handy
Hope you're well on the mend Handy
My mum's world is getting ever more colourful. Her last husband was the mayor of London and a woman she works with (where? oh, she's not sure right now... ) has just given birth at the age of 70. That's the good bit. The bad bit is that a clothes shop in town has failed to deliver her carpets, so she's going to have it out with them tomorrow.
I feel like calling all the clothes shops in town to warn them... but hopefully she'll forget that bit. What she's not forgetting is that Warsaw is now in London and that's where she's moving to shortly, as soon as she finds the address (what address? her address of course!).
Big eek.
I feel like calling all the clothes shops in town to warn them... but hopefully she'll forget that bit. What she's not forgetting is that Warsaw is now in London and that's where she's moving to shortly, as soon as she finds the address (what address? her address of course!).
Big eek.
I am reminded of that observation you once made about us being the filling in the sandwich of life, BG
Seriously - I know it's not funny, it's the way you tell 'em. Huge hugs to you xxx
And Amica - yay!!!!
Here, I have a bratty teenage daughter who thinks the universe revolves around her, free to a good home. This worm is about to turn - I think I've been too soft, too understanding, and too bloody wet, for too long.
Seriously - I know it's not funny, it's the way you tell 'em. Huge hugs to you xxx
And Amica - yay!!!!
Here, I have a bratty teenage daughter who thinks the universe revolves around her, free to a good home. This worm is about to turn - I think I've been too soft, too understanding, and too bloody wet, for too long.
P.S. HM - Mr M should be fine - just remind him how wonderful it will be when you're up and aboout again BUT please don't overdo it trying to get there xxxx
BUT please don't overdo it trying to get there xxxx
Originally Posted by Sadperson:
“I am reminded of that observation you once made about us being the filling in the sandwich of life, BG
Seriously - I know it's not funny, it's the way you tell 'em. Huge hugs to you xxx
And Amica - yay!!!!
Here, I have a bratty teenage daughter who thinks the universe revolves around her, free to a good home. This worm is about to turn - I think I've been too soft, too understanding, and too bloody wet, for too long.”
“I am reminded of that observation you once made about us being the filling in the sandwich of life, BG
Seriously - I know it's not funny, it's the way you tell 'em. Huge hugs to you xxx
And Amica - yay!!!!
Here, I have a bratty teenage daughter who thinks the universe revolves around her, free to a good home. This worm is about to turn - I think I've been too soft, too understanding, and too bloody wet, for too long.
”
*puts on helmet and hides under the table*
(((Sad)))
We've had a Summit Meeting and decided to officially delay Mr M's birthday by one day to make sure he's got all his pressies!
M and I have made him a card (a rather amazing construction, I have to say! ) and he's bought himself a massive chocolate cake... so we thought we'd finish getting ready tomorrow and give him an Official Birthday on Wednesday instead. Disaster averted!
Re daughters... girls are ALL brats, Sad! It's war...
batty - if you didn't laugh you'd scream, wouldn't you? Poor you, and poor batmum! ((((hugs))))
M and I have made him a card (a rather amazing construction, I have to say!
) and he's bought himself a massive chocolate cake... so we thought we'd finish getting ready tomorrow and give him an Official Birthday on Wednesday instead. Disaster averted!Re daughters... girls are ALL brats, Sad! It's war...
batty - if you didn't laugh you'd scream, wouldn't you? Poor you, and poor batmum! ((((hugs))))
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