I lost a pair of glasses. Months later my spouse finds them behind her computer. I must’ve laid down on the floor while working on the plugs and laid them down there.
Related I always have to ask my spouse where my glasses are. Lpt, I can’t see where they are because I don’t have my glasses on. But sometimes I ask anyway, even when I’m wearing them. Just to keep things spicy.
Whoa. Not recently, I assume? Our company auto-blocks sending pretty much any kind of file externally now (gotta use send secure or a company drop box). I can’t even email my own w2 to myself because it recognizes my SSN and blocks it, so I have to print from my phone to my home computer, or print in the office.
But when I worked in consulting several years ago, we sent files over email all the time. We encrypted them, but there wasn’t anything in place to prohibit files being send unencrypted back then.
And when I first started back in 2008, some clients sent us their (super PII-loaded) data through the mail on a floppy disk. I had to get an external floppy drive from corporate to be able to download my client’s data! Fun times.
I’m stressed out with court tomorrow, I’ve been stress eating.
I’m giving myself a few weeks off from weigh ins. I don’t need another thing to fixate on and stress over.
It’s not the same thing, but that’s how I feel/what I do during year end. I don’t need the “stress” of following a diet. I just need sustenance - preferably in the form of Mt Dew.
Heard a cat wailing outside, sounded close. There was a nonzero chance it was MY cat, because she sometimes squeezes out without anyone noticing and then is helpless outside until we let her back in.
So I walked outside barefoot, in a nightgown, tsssk-tsssking down the street. It wasn’t our cat, or a cat I recognize. It fled when I tried to approach.
The annoying part is that my husband stirred when I got out of bed and was thus probably awake when I went outside. I have a history of hallucinations and sleep walking, so I would have expected him to at least check on me to make sure I was actually awake and not wandering my way into an episode of Dateline, never to be seen again. But he stayed put.
Unlucky for him, I returned. Not making him into a millionaire widower this time, I’m afraid.
Got up this morning in the Airbnb where I’m staying this week to discover that my power brick has failed, and my watch and phone were nearly dead. Fortunately, the battery pack I travel with did get a full charge.
So, after I drop my wife off at the hospital, I get to go see what I can find at the local WalMart.
(FWIW, BIL is doing better. He was mostly coherent yesterday, although he did slip a few times and instead of referring to MIL as “Mother”, she picked up the moniker “Motherf-----”. He’s probably going to get transferred to a university hospital 3 hours away, because the locals still have no clue what happened to him.)
Correction: Transfer is on hold because he has improved…although it’s still not clear what happened to put him in the hospital.
Maybe I ought to sneak a copy of his chart to the “…diagnose medical issues” thread.
Is he still in palliative care?
I went to the grocery store to grab a handful of items (3). At this store, there aren’t any 10 items or less registers or self checkout. There are 3 registers open, all with a few people in line. I chose the longest line with 4 people in front of me, as the other 2 registers had at least 1 person in line with a full cart and my line had people with a few items each.
I wait a few minutes. As I have my stuff on the belt and am next up, cashier tells me she’s closed and I need to go to another line. At this point, the other lines are lengthy and the people behind me get in those lines first. WTF. Wait a few more minutes. Another cashier opens up, but somebody just walking up and someone behind me gets there first. I walk over there and am third in line. As I’m next up, the cashier passes me a register closed sign. She could probably see I wasn’t too happy about that as she tells me to put it behind me and she’ll take me before she closes.
Then the woman that closed the original register waves me over and says she can take me now. She of course saw all of this, and told me that I should fill out the survey mentioned in the receipt.
You’re living in the Truman Show.
one of our cable remotes stops working periodically. like, we leave the room and come back and we are stuck on whatever channel was last watched. until through some magic waiting period where it starts working again. the key strokes to re-set it don’t work (or not consistently or noticeably). i replaced the remote at the xfinity store and step 1 of activating was to use the voice command button to go to set up. voice command in new remote did not work (had long ago stopped working in prior remote). spent an hour last night in bot chat then w semi-real person chat trying to correct. was told I’d get sent a list of instructions (have not yet).
when cable works it is awesome. when it does not it totally sucks.
At this point I leave all the stuff on the belt and walk out the door.
Bad training. If she’s gonna close, tell the last person currently in the line to say to the next person that comes to go to another line.
Well well well, looks like @1695814 got his likes back.
Lyft has told me ‘just a few seconds’ for five minutes and counting.
ETA: aaaand after about ten minutes they canceled my ride. Uber seems to be more expensive here but more reliable, guess I get what I pay for with this one.
same.
Does it only happen when you leave the room and come back?
I know Nielsen had technology (I want to say it was called People Meter) where they could supposedly verify
A) That someone was watching
B) Who it was, if it was a member of the household
C) That they hadn’t fallen asleep
This was all disclosed to the Nielsen families … I assume they had to cooperate for the facial recognition to work. I wonder if Xfinity has something similar that isn’t disclosed. 
I’m probably being paranoid.
Sounds like the “don’t say what you really think” filter is still offline.
No. It has frozen on a channel while we watched it. One minute we checked “guide”. Soon after that (and all other buttons) lost function. Sigh
No, we were misinformed.
The short version is that my 80 year-old MIL, who is exhausted from the experience, who is missing one hearing aid and the other seems to be dead, received an update from the lead physician last week saying that they wanted to pursue a more aggressive care plan by transferring BIL to a university hospital 3-4 hours away, as they were running out of things within the capabilities of this small-to-medium-sized hospital to diagnose/treat.
In addition to that, my BIL has a severe case of OCD. Being in hospital, connected to tubes and gadgets, being denied permission to get up and move around is pushing all of his OCD buttons…and he hasn’t been shy about making it known. He really would prefer to be euthanized than undergo what he’s been through.
So, MIL thought the plan was to transition to palliative care.
While there seem to be some good folks on staff, others… Apparently a local friend of my BIL, who had been coordinating getting updates and circulating information to interested folks, reached one of those others when calling in for an update last week, and was told that BIL was getting ready to be discharged to palliative care.
Family friend did what she could to intervene, even going beyond calling my us in to get more involved. Unfortunately, my MIL is a control freak (albeit not to the extent of BIL’s OCD), which elevated the drama level.
We finally got in contact with a doctor (despite MIL’s best efforts to protect my wife who, in fairness, has enough on her plate with her stroke recovery and other health issues), who clarified that no, their plan (if permission were given) was to seek transfer to a bigger/better hospital.
That, in turn, has eased some of the mental stresses on MIL, so she’s functioning better. My wife surprising her by showing up has also boosted her spirits. (We didn’t let her know we were coming because of concerns about whether she had gone off the deep end in exerting control.)
Yesterday, my BIL had improved enough to be aware of what was going on, etc. He’s pissed at his circumstances and being rather verbally abusive towards, well, everyone.
Medevac to the bigger/better hospital is on hold given his improvement. Still unclear what caused the issues that led to his being admitted. So the probable challenge is going to be figuring out how to avoid a repeat of this experience. Presumably outpatient referral to specialists attached to the bigger/better hospital would be in order, but as BIL’s OCD is going to get in the way of agreeing to the required diagnostic procedures… 
So…this has been a “fun” week.