Vent

lyndausvi

So yesterday was DH's birthday.  On Monday his GM took us and a few others to dinner at Nobu in Aspen.  Then she took us to a concert (GM's BF is the lead singer).  She also got us a room at a very nice hotel.  We know the front desk manager and chef at the hotel.  They saw our names and upgraded us to a suite.   It was a great night.  At the dinner all the other guests rave about how awesome the housekeeper is.  Yeah.

So yesterday DH wakes up in pain.  His ankle is so swollen and he could not walk.    I had to take him to the clinic.   It's gout.    They call in a script to the pharmacy near our place.  We finally get there.  They do not understand the dosage.   Can't get a hold of the doctor.  It takes 5 hours to get the script filled.  In the mean time DH is one miserable son-of-a-bitch.  It was bad.   Not only that he was trying to sleep and his phone never stop ringing.   

Oh and he had to fire 2 cooks for fighting.   A male and female were throwing plates at each other in front of members.   Who does that?

I had forgotten my sunglasses in the room.   I've had them for 5+ years.   They say they did not find them. I know they are in there.  Grrr.

Finally we get the meds and within 2 hours he was much better.  So I go to Whole Foods for dinner.  I get his favorite pizza and a triple chocolate mouse cake.    Pizza was good, go to eat the cake.  There is some rubbery thing in there.  So gross.   DH is so disappointed.   A few hours later he opens the pudding, there is a piece of plastic.  

WTF?   He ends up going to bed.

This morning he wakes up much better, leaves me money for the housekeeper then goes to WF for a refund.   

Well the housekeeper cancels.   Says she is too busy to take on more clients.   Umm, our house guest comes tomorrow.  YIKES.     I would have deep cleaned on my day off had  I known.    So annoyed right now. 

DH says he found another one and she is coming at 8am.    I'm not so convinced.   

Monday was so awesome.    Since then it's been all down hill.

Anyone else needs to vent?

southernbelle0915

I'm sorry lynda! When it rains it pours...

I hope things start looking up for you and that you're able to have a good time with your house guests this weekend!

pinkcow13

Oh no, I'm sorry! This all sound so crappy! I'm glad that at least DH is feeling better. My only vent is that FI and I have to go to Costco after work. I hate that place. Sigh.

You need this more than I do:

pinkcow13

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lyndausvi

Our house guest is actually a chef DH is flying in to work for 2 months. Employee housing is full, so he is staying with us.    He will be lucky to get a day off between now and Sept.  Ha   

This guy is a great worker and will be able to relieve DH.  So it's worth it for him to be here.

Jells2dot0

Ugh! What a freaking mess!

I got out of the hospital yesterday and had been doing well, but almost blacked out this morning. I'm super weak. I am just laying around now trying to gain some strength back.

climbingsingle

Ay yi yi. 

What kind of rubbery thing was in the mousse cake from WF? Did they refund him? 

lyndausvi

Jells2dot0 said:

Ugh! What a freaking mess! I got out of the hospital yesterday and had been doing well, but almost blacked out this morning. I'm super weak. I am just laying around now trying to gain some strength back.

I'm sorry.   I hope you feel better soon.    Continue to lay around.

lyndausvi

Yay. the hotel just called.  They have my glasses.   I knew they did. 

AddieCake

Yeesh! What a mess! I hope things start looking up!

lyndausvi

kimches said:

I am sorry. That sounds like a really shitty day. And rubber in your food???? Nasty.

I too would like to vent. I am currently visiting my mom, with whom I have a wonderful relationship. Since I saw her last, she has started eating clean and taking a zillion supplements/vitamins. I do not eat clean. I make lots of healthy choices, but also enjoy ice cream. And pizza. And chocolate. And booze.

FI is a pretty bad eater, but it's not all his fault. Because he is in remission from cancer (two years cancer-free on Saturday!!!!!) and immunosuppressed, his doc says he can't eat any fresh produce because if any microorganisms were on them it could make FI sick. So could pesticides. So by doctor's orders, if FI has any fruits/vegetables, they must be processed (canned) or really, really cooked.

Mom has known this for a while. Mom is not a doctor. So when FI called me the other day crying in pain from his arthritis (caused by his immunosuppressant, prednisone) mom immediately started riding my ass about how if he would eat clean like her, all of his health problems would be solved. I told her that he can't and reminded her of his dietary restrictions because he is immunosuppressed. She goes on and on about how the doctor is wrong and if we don't eat healthy, FI and I could both get cancer. WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

She has given me this speech 5-6 times now and every single time I nicely remind her that FI has a wonderful doctor who has been treating cancer for years and knows what he's doing and that we will listen to his doctor. I have to fight back tears as I tell her that when she says we could get cancer, it is hurtful. She asks me how it's hurtful and she's not wishing cancer on us, and I tell her it just IS. My greatest fear in life is that FI will get cancer again because he has told me before that if he gets sick again, he doesn't have it in him to fight it again (now I am crying as I type). I can't fully explain why what my mom says is so hurtful, it just is.

That is awful. I would be hurt to. I swear, not all, but recovering -whatevers tend to be some of the most judgmental people. Now that they "found their way" everything else is wrong to an extreme.

Inkdancer

kimches said:

I am sorry. That sounds like a really shitty day. And rubber in your food???? Nasty.

I too would like to vent. I am currently visiting my mom, with whom I have a wonderful relationship. Since I saw her last, she has started eating clean and taking a zillion supplements/vitamins. I do not eat clean. I make lots of healthy choices, but also enjoy ice cream. And pizza. And chocolate. And booze.

FI is a pretty bad eater, but it's not all his fault. Because he is in remission from cancer (two years cancer-free on Saturday!!!!!) and immunosuppressed, his doc says he can't eat any fresh produce because if any microorganisms were on them it could make FI sick. So could pesticides. So by doctor's orders, if FI has any fruits/vegetables, they must be processed (canned) or really, really cooked.

Mom has known this for a while. Mom is not a doctor. So when FI called me the other day crying in pain from his arthritis (caused by his immunosuppressant, prednisone) mom immediately started riding my ass about how if he would eat clean like her, all of his health problems would be solved. I told her that he can't and reminded her of his dietary restrictions because he is immunosuppressed. She goes on and on about how the doctor is wrong and if we don't eat healthy, FI and I could both get cancer. WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

She has given me this speech 5-6 times now and every single time I nicely remind her that FI has a wonderful doctor who has been treating cancer for years and knows what he's doing and that we will listen to his doctor. I have to fight back tears as I tell her that when she says we could get cancer, it is hurtful. She asks me how it's hurtful and she's not wishing cancer on us, and I tell her it just IS. My greatest fear in life is that FI will get cancer again because he has told me before that if he gets sick again, he doesn't have it in him to fight it again (now I am crying as I type). I can't fully explain why what my mom says is so hurtful, it just is.

Can I hug you?

If I were you, I'd tell your mom that I never want to hear her say the c-word again. She needs to butt out. She is not a medical professional.

southernbelle0915

@kimches - that's so shitty. One of my major pet peeves is when people get preachy about their diet, their religion, their exercise regimen, etc... and how if everyone would just do as they do, all their problems would be solved. Yea ok... 

cupcait927

I'm so sorry it's been so crappy since Monday for both you and your DH! At least he will be able to get some relief with the new chef.

I'm back up for my account executive this week and while it's been going smoothly, our most difficult client decided to get pissy today and now I've got a migraine. They're one of those that will find every excuse in the book not to do something and argue every little point. I'm going to need wine after work.

lyndausvi

ClimbingBrideNY said:

Ay yi yi. 

What kind of rubbery thing was in the mousse cake from WF? Did they refund him? 

I'm thinking it was congealed gelatin from the mousse?  Maybe?  I'm not sure.  It was not right whatever it was.   

The cake was great, then boom when we got to the bottom it was this rubbery weird textured thing.

loveislouder

Ekk @lyndausvi.  That's sucky

I only want to small vent: My FMIL came over yesterday to bring over saw grass seed for us because our backyard needs some serious help (it's a little embarrassing). Well, she comes inside to get a glass of water and freaks out about the "state of the house." (Keep in mind, I'm not home. FI is telling me this). Apparently our house is a deplorable mess and how could we even stand to live in it.  

I'm going to be very clear - I clean. A lot. Not obsessive, but like, twice or three times a week I clean the bathroom, laundry once or twice a week, kitchen counters every day, stove top every day. I was just furious that she cleaned our house. It made me feel like a bad Fiance because it wasn't clean enough It wasn't horrible, there were some dishes in the sink from the night before and some clean laundry on the couch I hadn't got around to folding.  Rant over.

lyndausvi

loveislouder said:

Ekk @lyndausvi.  That's sucky

I only want to small vent: My FMIL came over yesterday to bring over saw grass seed for us because our backyard needs some serious help (it's a little embarrassing). Well, she comes inside to get a glass of water and freaks out about the "state of the house." (Keep in mind, I'm not home. FI is telling me this). Apparently our house is a deplorable mess and how could we even stand to live in it.  

I'm going to be very clear - I clean. A lot. Not obsessive, but like, twice or three times a week I clean the bathroom, laundry once or twice a week, kitchen counters every day, stove top every day. I was just furious that she cleaned our house. It made me feel like a bad Fiance because it wasn't clean enough It wasn't horrible, there were some dishes in the sink from the night before and some clean laundry on the couch I hadn't got around to folding.  Rant over.

if it makes you feel better my mom would think the same as your FMIL.   A single glass in the sink = dirty kitchen to her.   Unmade bed?  Oh hell no.  The room is a disaster.  A read newspaper needs to be thrown out immediately.    Do not dare leave a water glass on a coaster overnight.   She can't stand laundry left in a dryer, let alone a basket or sofa folded. Unfolded? Oh god that would set her off her anxiety.  

I feel your pain. I'm lucky mom lives far away  but when she comes at Thanksgiving there is a good chance the housekeeper might have to work extra.

SBmini

So let me get this straight... a housekeeper booked you and signed you on as a new client only to drop you because she doesn't have time for new clients? Wow, sounds like she deserves to go out of business! That's awful! But at least you pre-cleaned!!!!
If I may vent as well... I can't stand my boss right now. It isn't that she is doing anything differently, it's just that all her normal things are rubbing me so the wrong way. We call this bitch crackers at work. And she is totally bitch crackering right now.
She's emailed me maybe 10 super cryptic half-baked emails about some project I'm hardly involved in. She doesn't understand how 'quotations' work (that is an example of how she uses them) and she uses ellipses like they are going out of style. THIS WOMAN IS A COMMUNICATOR! It is her job to communicate and yet she can't maintain a single thought long enough to finish an email!
This is what I mean by bitch crackers Then on top of it all, I'm getting more crazy reporter/client things happening. A guy asked us to build him a canvas tent for a story because he wanted to know what it was like to stay on the grounds before the buildings were constructed. I wanted to quit on the spot. I am not here to handle crazy!
But my FI found a great opportunity in Denver that I encouraged him to apply to. I love Phoenix and Denver is expensive and it snows, but it's also way more in line with out outdoor lives. I'm hoping it works out.

lyndausvi

Well the housekeeper works at the club full time and cleans houses on the side.  She also has a few kids.   I know of at least 5 other people she cleans for.    

We wanted someone once a week for a few months.  The others she does every other week or once a month.  I'm giving her the benefit of doubt that she over committed herself.

I just wish she had told us earlier.   Let's hope this other woman comes tomorrow morning.   The chef doesn't get here until after 2pm.  So there is time.

Kauris

Hugs to all of the venting ladies... I will add my tiny vent too. It's my birthday and I am sick, I feel like this:

lyndausvi

Happy Birthday!

Hope you feel better soon.  I do not suggest getting a WF birthday cake.

SmileDamnit

Ew. That sucks, Lynda. Sorry things turned crappy, but it looks like they might be getting better again with the return of the glasses!

My only vent is that I need more hours in the day. We leave in 6 days for MT (wedding in 10) and while this morning I finally came to terms with it being okay to let some of the non-important wedding details go, work is kicking.my.ASS! Huge deadlines and I'm scrambling to get it all done so I have zero to worry about when I'm gone. I run my department and I've never left my staff to fend for themselves when we're so busy before so I want to be as proactive as possible. It just may not be possible. 

*ETA - for what it's worth, @SBMini, Denver gets sun about 300 days a year and the climate - even in winter - is pretty mild. Even if/when it does snow, it rarely last more than a day or two. ...said the girl who lived through the 3.5 foot snow storm back in '06

Jells2dot0

kimches said:

I am sorry. That sounds like a really shitty day. And rubber in your food???? Nasty.

I too would like to vent. I am currently visiting my mom, with whom I have a wonderful relationship. Since I saw her last, she has started eating clean and taking a zillion supplements/vitamins. I do not eat clean. I make lots of healthy choices, but also enjoy ice cream. And pizza. And chocolate. And booze.

FI is a pretty bad eater, but it's not all his fault. Because he is in remission from cancer (two years cancer-free on Saturday!!!!!) and immunosuppressed, his doc says he can't eat any fresh produce because if any microorganisms were on them it could make FI sick. So could pesticides. So by doctor's orders, if FI has any fruits/vegetables, they must be processed (canned) or really, really cooked.

Mom has known this for a while. Mom is not a doctor. So when FI called me the other day crying in pain from his arthritis (caused by his immunosuppressant, prednisone) mom immediately started riding my ass about how if he would eat clean like her, all of his health problems would be solved. I told her that he can't and reminded her of his dietary restrictions because he is immunosuppressed. She goes on and on about how the doctor is wrong and if we don't eat healthy, FI and I could both get cancer. WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

She has given me this speech 5-6 times now and every single time I nicely remind her that FI has a wonderful doctor who has been treating cancer for years and knows what he's doing and that we will listen to his doctor. I have to fight back tears as I tell her that when she says we could get cancer, it is hurtful. She asks me how it's hurtful and she's not wishing cancer on us, and I tell her it just IS. My greatest fear in life is that FI will get cancer again because he has told me before that if he gets sick again, he doesn't have it in him to fight it again (now I am crying as I type). I can't fully explain why what my mom says is so hurtful, it just is.

I'm SO sorry that she is treating you this way. If it were my mom, I'd have her head right now!!! UGH!!!

lyndausvi

SmileDamnit said:

Ew. That sucks, Lynda. Sorry things turned crappy, but it looks like they might be getting better again with the return of the glasses!

My only vent is that I need more hours in the day. We leave in 6 days for MT (wedding in 10) and while this morning I finally came to terms with it being okay to let some of the non-important wedding details go, work is kicking.my.ASS! Huge deadlines and I'm scrambling to get it all done so I have zero to worry about when I'm gone. I run my department and I've never left my staff to fend for themselves when we're so busy before so I want to be as proactive as possible. It just may not be possible. 

*ETA - for what it's worth, @SBMini, Denver gets sun about 300 days a year and the climate - even in winter - is pretty mild. Even if/when it does snow, it rarely last more than a day or two. ...said the girl who lived through the 3.5 foot snow storm back in '06

Yeah, I moved to the Aspen/Roaring Fork area in February.   Granted I moved from Indianapolis, but I only lived there a year.  Before that was NOLA and before that was 15 years in the islands. So I'm more of a warm weather girl.

  I didn't find moving to CO to be bad weather wise at all.    I was way colder in Indy.     With the low humidity it doesn't feel as cold as other parts of the country I have lived.   At least out here they really know how to handle the snow. The roads are cleared in record time compared to other places. 

 Layers are key.   Even this time of year I will walk the dogs in the morning with a sweatshirt on.   A few hours later I'm wearing a tank top.  Then I'm back to a sweatshirt when the sun goes down.

holyguacamole79

Ugh.

Can I join?  yes?  Okay!

Yesterday I got to the airport at the butt crack of dawn for my flight for my business trip.  The flight was at 6:35 am, and I got to the airport at ~5:45 am.  On my way to the airport, I get a notification that my flight is delayed and will now depart at 7:45 am.  Ugh.  I go through security and stop by the Starbucks in the terminal as I always do.  I get my coffee (just a plain coffee with half & half and raw sugar) and oatmeal and eat it.  Within 30 minutes, I start to feel violently ill.  I go to the bathroom and vomit.  I'm shaking and my stomach is hurting like a sonofabitch.  I call my project manager and tell her what's happening.  Thankfully, she's like "yeah, don't fly."  My husband dropped me off at the airport (because he's a sweetheart), so I try calling him, but he doesn't answer.  I somehow make my way back to the gate and the gate attendant was like "yeah, you're not getting on the plane."  They reschedule my flight to the next day and call someone to get me a wheelchair.  Meanwhile, I still can't reach DH.  I call my brother, who can't come get me or he'll get fired.  DH *finally* gets back to me just as I'm running to the bathroom to puke again.  He picks me up and we go to an urgent care facility.

We get to urgent care and I'm lying on the table in the fetal position (until I go puke again).  They get an IV in me and get me fluids.  The doc asks if I'm pregnant (luckily I had just taken a POAS the day before and it was negative).  Nope, not preggo.  "Are you sure?"  "Pretty damn sure."  "We want to draw blood in addition to a urine test just to be sure."  Turns out I have a bladder infection and got food poisoning.  Yay.

Meanwhile, I get home and sleep.  I still need to get to NYC for work so I book a 4:25 flight (thankfully Delta didn't charge me the flight change fee since the gate agent noted that I was visibly ill).  Guess what?  THAT flight was delayed. 

I guess the moral of my story is not to complain too much about a delayed flight.  Had my morning flight been on schedule, I would have been vomiting at 30,000 feet.

lyndausvi

oh no sara. That is awful.

holyguacamole79

Thanks, Lynda. I hope your hubby's doing better!

holyguacamole79

kimches.  Surprisingly, my bladder feels totally fine.  I didn't get the urge to pee yesterday like I usually do with a UTI.  Perhaps I was so distracted by the constant vomiting?  But I feel completely normal today. 

AND I got upgraded for my flight home, so my week is looking better!

APDSS22

I was gone over the weekend and my assistant was as well.  It was the first time both of us had been gone at the same time and I walked into Hell yesterday (my first day back).  Basically, only the very bare minimum of my job got done over the long weekend to keep the store running so I got to do all the stuff myself after I got back.  Everything was overdue and disorganized.  My boss told me I'm not allowed to leave anymore and I think I agree with her, given the state of my office and the fact that while I was "on vacation" I got food poisoning and had to spend more than 24 hours driving/in the car for a long weekend so it was not fabulous.

SBmini

SmileDamnit said:

Ew. That sucks, Lynda. Sorry things turned crappy, but it looks like they might be getting better again with the return of the glasses!

My only vent is that I need more hours in the day. We leave in 6 days for MT (wedding in 10) and while this morning I finally came to terms with it being okay to let some of the non-important wedding details go, work is kicking.my.ASS! Huge deadlines and I'm scrambling to get it all done so I have zero to worry about when I'm gone. I run my department and I've never left my staff to fend for themselves when we're so busy before so I want to be as proactive as possible. It just may not be possible. 

*ETA - for what it's worth, @SBMini, Denver gets sun about 300 days a year and the climate - even in winter - is pretty mild. Even if/when it does snow, it rarely last more than a day or two. ...said the girl who lived through the 3.5 foot snow storm back in '06

I'm ready to embrace weather. I've lived in So Cal and AZ my whole life so I've never dealt with it. But that can change. I like adventure. I really like AZ- I love our house and our community and all the stuff that is nearby, but it really bothers me that when we have kids, they wont' be able to play outside in summer. I think it is such a fundamental part of being a kid. I didn't think about this when we moved to AZ- even though the ability to start a family was one of the things that brought us out here. But now it bugs me. 

So recently i was thinking about Denver and how if we had to/chose to move again it would probably be to Central California coast ($$$) or Denver. Then out of the blue this morning, my husband tells me about the job he found. It's a long shot that he'll get it, but I'll be excited if he does. He works for Bank of America and there are always good opportunities out in South Carolina too. I told him to apply there too. I've never lived anywhere green so I think that would be neat as well. Plus I'm employable pretty much anywhere.