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| Note: ranty and filled with hate
Wagh. I hate Bank of America. Why do they have to suck so much? @#$%. #*$%! ^#%@!!!
Basically, the statements of our federal funds accounts are sent to a different company that reconciles them. I didn't know anything was wrong until the reconcilors called me and asked why they didn't get any statements for the past two months. Two months? Are you kidding me? So I find out that three months ago, BoA decides to $&%@ everything up and send them to us instead. Why? Who the hell knows? Cuz they suck.
So we call them up to change it back to the way it should be (two hours of our lives we'll never get back). Since we had the statements, we sent them off to be reconciled and all was well. Fast forward one month to this past Wednesday (Nov 18). Reconcilors contact me and ask where our statements are. Guess what? The statements didn't go anywhere. We don't have them. They don't have them. Where the hell are they? Called BoA again (and again, two hours of our lives we'll never get back). And it's still not fixed! What? It boggles the mind. Some BoA rep has to call us back. Just to fix a simple address change? Are you shitting me? How hard is it? If you changed it before, why can't you change it back?
And of course, this doesn't change the fact that the reconcilors still need our statements.
Thinking I could somehow put a bandaid on it, I get the boss to print out our online account activity. I scan it and email it over. Reconcilors tell me it prints out illegibly. I scan it again. Edit it, make it bigger, crop out the unnecessary parts. Send it again. Reconcilors tell me that one turns out ok, the other one doesn't. Repeat this whole process three times. It doesn't sound like such a big deal, but if you were using the machines I'm using, it's a hassle. And there's a time difference too, since they're all the way in Florida. By the time I know I need to rescan something, half the day is gone. By the time they get it and tell me to scan it again, it's the next day. Jeebus. Oh, and since they haven't received our statements on time, we're smacked with a late fee too.
So basically, it's day three. It's still not fixed. And I'm so aggravated that my neck and shoulders are all tensed and achy. There is not enough chocolate in my purse to cheer me up. Is it time to go home yet? *sighs*
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| Notes: TMI. And probably really disturbing. But funny, I think. Still, you've been warned.
So I'm sick, and to help combat it, I've been consuming a lot of liquids. After guzzling down a mug full of tea, I can actually breathe through my nose for the next two minutes, so it's a good thing. The bad thing? I'm going pee every 30 minutes. Now, this is fine when the restroom is right across from my office. This is bad when I'm going home. My dear, dear Gema has been giving me a lift back, so my 90+ minute commute is now a 60+ minute commute. Problem? It's still over 30 minutes. And those last 30 minutes really suck.
I'm in agony doing everything I can not to pee in the car. Lifting the seat belt off my abdomen to relieve any external pressure, singing songs in my head, anything so I don't feel all the damn bumps on the road jiggling my bladder and making me yearn of sweet, sweet relief.
I mean, @#$%, I'm still in my twenties. I shouldn't be having these kinds of accidents, yanno? Then it came to me. What can I do to resolve the problem? Short of catheterizing myself or making Gema stop so I can pee in the bushes (he actually suggested that one), I came upon the brilliant solution of diapers!
Holy %^&*, why didn't I think of this sooner? I've been suffering for days now when it could have been so easily remedied. Augh, damnit. And just think. Not only could I use it when I'm sick, but on road trips, when I get preggers, over night when I just don't wanna get outta bed... Omg, just think of the possibilities! I can even give them away as gag gifts (hahahahaha). And since they don't expire, they'll come in handy when I'm old and gray, too. I'm a genius.
But then all these questions popped in my head. Would adult diapers be able to hold all my pee? I mean, if I'm ready to burst, my bladder must be pretty full, right? After doing some research, the adult bladder holds about 20 oz, and you get the 'I must pee or else' urge around 16.5 oz. Which brings up the question, could an adult diaper really hold that much liquid? I mean, I don't wanna take any chances, yanno? Thinking I could really relieve myself when I actually shouldn't, because the diaper wouldn't be capable enough. What a nightmare.
So I did even more research, and here ya go. I don't recommend reading this article unless you're in a place where it's okay to bust your gut laughing.
Basically? You can use adult diapers to catch little leaks, but don't expect it to "soak up a gusher". I still want to try one though. I just don't want to commit to an entire bag. Hmm, I wonder if they sell them in little travel sizes?
If you actually read this far and you're totally disturbed, you can blame it on my cold. I'm rather loopy at the moment. No, really. It can't just be me that thinks up these things, right? Right? Okay, nobody answer that.
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Update: you can get your own free sample here. Exxxxxxcellent. If minna cares enough, I can do a follow up blog on this after it comes in the mail. *looks at everyone's disturbed faces* Or maybe not. XD | | |
| I am so, so sick of being sick. It's certainly not as bad as it could be and I've been worse before, but I just want to be healthy again. What's strange is that I take my temperature and I don't have a fever. It actually says 95.8 or 98.4 or some nonsense like that. Dang, I thought I'd at least clock over 100! Maybe my normal temp is just lower than average. Cuz one thing's for certain, fever or not, I am sick. Sick sick sick. And so sick of being sick!
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| Her throat was killing her. Each swallow was self inflicted torture, but of one she couldn't prevent. How does one not swallow? How does one stop the production of saliva? She swallowed again around the feel of the iron shackle around her neck. The pain lanced through her, making her sinuses run and her eyes water. She sniffed reflectively.
Sweat beaded around her temples and rolled into the greasy strands of her hair. The material of her once white tank top clung wetly to her body, the grungy material completely soaked through between her breasts, her shoulder blades, her underarms. It was hot and sticky in here. The smell of human filth and her own unwashed body permeated the air, but she had been here for so long, her nose had already acclimated to the stench.
She had to pee again, but she willed herself to be strong. She would not be so weak as to soil where she laid. Never mind that her muscles were weak from dystrophy. She willed her limbs to move. Inch by aching inch. It was exhausting work, and the shackle around her throat never relented. Only the shining hope of knowing that it was just a matter of time kept her going. She would be freed from this prison. She would not break.
The sound of heavy footsteps and the jangling of keys reached her ears. The door opened.
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I get inspired by real life. Just a drabble. Love to know your thoughts. =D | | |
| On a whim, I took the Myers Brigg personality test. The first time I learned about it was in high school, when I was taking a college course at the time (I was trying to earn advanced English credits aside from AP English). One of the projects/essays we had was to take the Myers Brigg test and write about how it pertained to ourselves. Back then, at 16 y/o, I was an ENTJ (Extroverted Intuitive Thinking Judging).
Fast forward 10+ years and I took it again. My results:
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Your Type is
ISFJ| Introverted | Sensing | Feeling | Judging | | Strength of the preferences % | | 33 | 50 | 50 | 67 |
ISFJ type description by D.Keirsey
ISFJ Identify Your Career with Jung Career Indicator™  ISFJ Famous Personalities
ISFJ type description by J. Butt and M.M. Heiss
Qualitative analysis of your type formula You are:- moderately expressed introvert
- moderately expressed sensing personality
- moderately expressed feeling personality
- distinctively expressed judging personality
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I am now an ISFJ (Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging). Dang. What a 180. Well, except the for the J part. But I was reading the description for ISFJ, and I feel like it really fits. Kinda bad for me, since ISFJs tend to become easily used and taken for granted. Well, $^&*. I don't want to say that I'm a doormat, but I'm very easy going and I can take a lot of the crap that ppl dump on me because that's just the way I am. *sigh*
Some of the characteristics of an ISFJ: (My reactions in blue)
- ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed."
It's nice being needed, damnit. Who wants to extraneous?
- ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted--even take advantage of them.
Le sigh.
- In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others.
Yah, I always say that I'm not good in big groups. In a small group though, I can prolly charm your pants off. Not that I'd want your pants. ;)
- While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle--and often possessive of their loved ones, as well.
Gema's mine! *roar* No takies!
- Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, to run and get the nearest authority figure.)
LOL! Sad, but that is so spot on. Don't expect me to jump in after you. I abhor physical violence.
- Protectors are quite happy working alone; in fact, in positions of authority they may try to do everything themselves rather than direct others to get the job done.
So true! I hate working w/ other ppl. They just don't meet my standards. I hate how that makes me sound snotty, but I like making sure it's done right.
This link is also particularly interesting, since I'm a Guardian as well. It is so, so me it's scary.
What do you guys think? True, or a bunch of hooey? Interested enough to try it yourselves? Feel free to share your results. =D
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