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The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

*is annoyed*

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This is an entry that--timewise--I cannot afford. But it's my lunchtime, so screw it. I'm indulging.

Okay, so I was in an accident. So I lost a whole day. So why is my entire week fucked up as a result?

Oh, yeah! Because I packed an entire week's worth of activities into that Sunday! Including finishing most of my Easter candy orders.

Buuuut...some asshole had to hit me. Then run off. Then come back and try to blame me. And he's probably sitting somewhere with his feet up watching the daytime soaps and eating Doritos and I feel like my head is about to spin off my shoulders.

I am behind on literally everything. I did no beta-work this week. I'm behind on candy. I haven't finished Bobby's birthday story. I haven't worked on any other writing. I'm a month behind on my readings. This is the month that I'm supposed to study PHP, but I haven't even cracked open the book, except to read the first chapter in the car while waiting for Bobby to finish in Play It Again Sports. I am behind on my RPG/D&D.

The Warrant Gods decided to shower me with warrants this week. Is it to much to ask people to do their fucking jobs on a consistent basis so that we don't get ten warrants one week and sixty the next? I don't mind running warrants; it's not an issue of doing my job, but when it takes them two weeks to enter a warrant into MILES/NCIC and type up a mostly incorrect coversheet...WTF??

Also, apparently, I know everything. As nice a thought as that is, it's annoying when the stupid, incompetent people that work for this agency call looking for all sorts of information about people who don't even work here. "Is this the proper delivery address for CMU?" Do I look like CMU? Did I answer the phone "CMU?" "What kinds of file folders does Bill want me to order?" How the fuck should I know? Do I look like Bill? Does Bill even work here? Has Bill ever worked here?

(The person in both questions above is some idiot named Mimi who works in Finance. Those of you who have been around long enough to remember when they suddenly raised our cell phone rates to eight cents a minute without telling us until we got a bill for [literally] about $2000 might remember that she was responsible for that fiasco too. When Johnny the Boss asked why she didn't tell us that our rates were being raised to eight cents a minute (incoming and outgoing calls), she laughed and said, "You don't expect me to remember that, do you?" Ummm...YES!!!)

And I'm tired of coworkers too lazy to come into the office to pick up their warrants and paperwork, so they expect me to dictate over the Nextel to them. So that they can sit in a damned bar somewhere and collect a paycheck because Heaven forbid they stop into the office and get their stuff like everyone else does!

(The team in question serves Anne Arundel County. And our office is in...Anne Arundel County. ... )

The good thing is that I can console myself now that I work harder than they do but I also make nearly the same that they do...which is better than making 11K less, like I used to.

I still haven't heard about my car. It's been six days now.

Oh, and while I'm ranting, here is something I've noticed as of late that really pisses me off: Ginormous companies that--because of our lovely Presidential administration, not to mention Republican-controlled Congress, and their ties to Big Business--raise their rates to the point where we are nearly broken and then have the nerve to start an ad campaign beseeching us to make sacrifices to "cut costs."

The biggest example to come to mind right now is Baltimore Gas and Electric: Our electric bill in Maryland will be going up 72% this summer. No, that is not a typo; I did not forget a dot. 72%. And BG&E just started an ad campaign featuring a very gregarious-sounding woman named Rhonda (or something) about "how to cut energy costs." You know, lower your thermostat. Sure, freeze! But you'll pay less on your energy bill! Or take shorter showers! Never mind that you have three feet of hair to wash...you'll save on your energy bill!

You know what else would save me on my energy bill? If the opportunistic bastards didn't raise my rate 72%!!

Why is it the consumer that must cut costs? And we're supposed to feel like they're doing us a service by telling us exactly how to increase our suffering in our miserable little lives in step-by-step delineated detail complete with glossy, full-color pamphlets? They raise our rates and then tell us to "cut back." Cut back? To what? So to save on gas (the other big culprit in this) my husband is supposed to do what? Stop driving into DC to work everyday? No, I suppose we're supposed to give up skating and hockey and seeing our families and taking vacations. Yeah, sure, why not? Suck every last drop of fun out of life so that the fat cats can get fatter and afford five Lamborghinis instead of just four. I ask to be able to eat a damned meal with my family every two weeks...I don't mind a bit giving that up so that they can have a sixth mansion built.

Just out of curiosity, to my American flisters who have made it this far in the rant, what are gas prices averaging in your area right now? The station across the street from our community is at $2.75/gallon for regular unleaded.

Okay, rant done. Not 'cause I'm done ranting but because I've got too much to do to afford the luxury of anger anymore.
  • Well, last I remember, gas up here in HarCo is just about $2.55/$2.60. It's ri-god-damned-diculous.
  • Sing it sister! I hear yah....

    I am at work and the only thing keeping me sane is that I found bootiful artwork. It is so lovely that I keep looking at it whenever I can. This will cheer you up....it is kind of like Serenity Now

    http://www.mergetel.com/~h2ocolor/MainGallery.html

    I do not know what gas prices are here. I only know the jack them up in the winter when you really need a break and I decided to use my heat this year and pay instead of freezing like I usually do. Hmm. I should check the bill sometime. We are lucky in California. It is not really cold here and you can live without heat if you want to.

    Anyway...amen and halleluja. Rant away. I am all ears...erm, eyes...erm whatever.
    • Gah. Work comp does not want to open link. But I'm going home in 15 minutes so I'll look at it there.

      In the meantime, I will admire Eric Bana. *admires* ;)

      I should have mentioned that my work comp is back to losing its network connection again. Boo. Stoopid guv'ment network.

      I only know the jack them up in the winter when you really need a break and I decided to use my heat this year and pay instead of freezing like I usually do.

      When they raised prices right before the winter, they came with the excuse, "But we use a special winter formula that costs more!"

      Okay, fine.

      When prices started going up a few weeks ago, they came back saying, "But we use a special summer formula that costs more!"

      WTF??

      Anyway...amen and halleluja. Rant away. I am all ears...erm, eyes...erm whatever.

      Hehe...don't worry: I will! :^P
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  • *hugs* :-)
  • I tolja you'd probably have some kind of post-traumatic problem, and I think this is it. Don't worry. You'll be able to get back into your 'important' work (reading fanfic, writing and betaing fanfic, working on the SWG website) once you settle down. You're probably lucky that it was a busy week with warrants because it kept you occupied. I think that this sort of hyperactivity after an accident is quite normal.
    • I think you're right. Aside from being generally crankier and more reactive even than usual (and that's saying something, as I definitely have cranky/reactive/neurotic bones in my body!), I still find myself hypervigilant while driving or riding in the car, especially when people pull suddenly to the ends of driveways. Or making left turns: that's been scary too.

      I studied PTSD pretty thoroughly in uni and I know that these "symptoms" are just mild and will pass. In the meantime, gotta love conditioning. ;)

      The frustrating thing this week was the amount of work I was doing and getting so little done because I had Sunday set aside for candy-work...and when that didn't get done on Sunday, then it had to be spread across every evening of the week, removing any time for anything else. And the Warrant Gods picked a bad time to be active, too.

      The weekend has been better, though, even in terms of productivity, so far. So hopefully, next week, things will improve. :)
  • I'm with Jenni on this. I think all of this is getting to you so much in the aftermath of the accident. Even if nothing happens in accident but damage to the car, an accident leaves you shaken, and you can't expect to go on as if nothing happened. Because even if it was not bad, something DID happen. Take it easy and I hope you have a good weekend. Next week will be better.

    (And I did not have an accident, but I'm still behind on everything!)
    • Oh, I'm always behind too. ;) I am not happy unless I have enough things going on to be behind most of the time. But now I feel profoundly behind and profoundly non-productive. And I've been working like a crazy fiend...just feeling as though nothing's getting done because it's getting done behind schedule.

      I'm still a bit hypervigilant and all too...but that's getting gradually better and will pass, I know.

      Thanks for the support, for listening to me rant (twice now!), and *hugs* :)
  • *Many sisterly hugs and good vibes in your general direction* :)

    I hope you know I'd rather have you sane and happy than doing Anti-Com editing or candy, right? :-S

    Buuuut...some asshole had to hit me. Then run off. Then come back and try to blame me. And he's probably sitting somewhere with his feet up watching the daytime soaps and eating Doritos and I feel like my head is about to spin off my shoulders.

    It's still fresh enough in my mind that I can invoke the name of one Jason A.W. here. Who was the one without the car? Who was the one who had to drive to court THREE TIMES only for him not to show? Who was the one who had to take the car to the insurance people? Who was the one who had to pay and wait to be reimbursed? Who was the one who missed work and school for all of these things?

    Yeah, that's what I thought. It wasn't the bastard who hit me. *Seethes*

    So I totally understand where you're coming from. Why is the car decision taking so long though? I mean, rental or not, you deserve to know WTF is going on. :-/ Can you ring them?

    Sad but cute polar bear, err, "ice bear" for you. :)
    • *many hugs back* :)

      I hope you know I'd rather have you sane and happy than doing Anti-Com editing or candy, right? :-S

      Of course. :) But I'm happy when I'm productive. And I've been productive...only behind schedule, which is annoying.

      Yeah, that's what I thought. It wasn't the bastard who hit me. *Seethes*

      It really isn't fair. I feel almost like I'm whining and throwing a tantrum to say this...but it's not. Legally, we are to be "made whole." Bobby and I were discussing the possibility of the car being totaled and whether I could sue for more money to get a comparable replacement. (Assuming I'll only get 5-6K for my car.) But he said that the law views giving me the value of my car "making me whole." How? I can't drive a check to work.

      I don't know if you remember Krista T. from The Piece. (The one who used to wear her wisdom tooth on a necklace?) She was on break one day and a snowplow-on-the-pickup-truck idiot ran a redlight and T-boned her. She was in college at the time and had a piece of crap car to get her from Point A to Point B...nothing glamorous but reliable. And she worked at The Piece; she couldn't afford a car payment. Of course, her car was totaled...and she got like $500 for it. $500 She went from having a functional, reliable car to have a couple Benjamins that would get her...what? Cars that cheap simply do not exist...at least, nothing that she would be able to drive.

      Can you ring them?

      Yep. And I was going to today. But I've been having my first really good day since it happened and I don't want to ruin it. Yep, total avoidance behavior. ;)

      Sad but cute polar bear, err, "ice bear" for you. :)

      Is "ice bear" the real English version?
  • Dude, I am with you. It's absolutely ridiculous.

    I just Googled "Bush tax cut", and found this quote from here (empahsis mine):

    "My tax cut plan is not just about productivity, it is about people. Economics is more than narrow interests or organized envy. A tax plan must apply market principles to the public interest. And my plan sets out to make life better for average men, women and children."
    --Dubya

    Pardon my French, but le bullshit. If we can't pay our fucking bills because everything else is going up in price, while the rich corporate boys get the big tax breaks, then the tax cuts are useless.

    "Cut back", my ass. Right. I'll just transfer to a cheap college that doesn't have a reputation, because I didn't work hard to get here. My family just won't take a vacation this summer because it's the only time I'm home with them for an extended period.

    And our gas prices are crazily up-and-down, but it's usually... I want to say somewhere in the $2.50-$2.70 range. I don't think I've seen it higher than $2.70 recently, and the last price I saw was $2.65 for regular unleaded.

    And *hugs*. I hope work gets less hectic for you...
    • French pardoned. ;) And wholly agreed--of course! And I hate to tell Teh Idiot but families like ours are average men, women, and children. What really pissed us off this year was that my family (Bobby and I) owed $1500 in federal taxes. Because you know we're living the high life here in our one-bedroom apartment, driving our Suzukis, and treating ourselves to big league dinners at Applebees. *rolls eyes* Until two weeks ago, my income was just above poverty-level income after taxes. $1500 is a lot for us; almost enough to live off of for a month. Meanwhile, the oil companies? They got tax breaks this year.

      I'd read an article in Time about how college is becoming a luxury for the rich again. The Bush administration has cut financial aid programs time and time again. I truly sympathize with people in college now; I do not know how you manage, with tuition and costs so high. The year after Bobby and I graduated, both of our (public, state) universities raised tuition 13%. 13%!! o.O When I graduated in 2003, a full-year's tuition was about $6.8K. I've heard that it's since approaching $8K...three years later. And even then, much of my money went into my gas tank to get me to campus and back...and I could fill up then on $10-12. Now, to fill up the same car, it costs $30.

      Add that to the fact that financial aid programs are being cut and college becomes a luxury for the rich again. Add to that the fact that "blue-collar" and manufacturing jobs are all being shipped overseas and what kind of future can a child with the audacity to be born into a middle-class family expect?

      I do not understand how anyone can justify this being good for our country. And it enrages me to just think of it.
  • *hugs* Suck. Don't worry about the Stuff - the fanfic, candy...it'll get done.

    Yeah, oportunistic bastards. I remember seeing how their profits have gone up tremendously, and still they get away with telling the govt under oath that it isn't their fault gas prices are high. Bitches, please.

    I don't know what gas prices are here, as I do not have a car, and so haven't really paid attention...I think at home over winter they were about $2.55 or so...so it's probably up now. Grr.
    • *hugs* Suck. Don't worry about the Stuff - the fanfic, candy...it'll get done.

      The fanfic is not so worrisome. The candy is Easter candy, so I have a week to finish. I think that I can do it, though. :)

      Yeah, oportunistic bastards. I remember seeing how their profits have gone up tremendously, and still they get away with telling the govt under oath that it isn't their fault gas prices are high. Bitches, please.

      "Bitches, please?" *sporfle* That's priceless! *cues "Dude, WTF?" icon in honor of Tarion...again*

      Seriously, though, how can you defend such profits with prices a dollar more than what they were a year ago? That's *does research statistician calculator magic* 63%. 63%!! How do you justify that??

      It seems that every little burble in the world is worthy of a ten-cent hike. Some Saudi prince dies...raise gas prices. A cow farts in Peoria...raise gas prices. Here, I'll flip them the bird. *flips bird* Bet they raise gas prices.

      Bobby and I are lucky that we have enough of a "buffer" on our income that we aren't struggling...but not all--maybe even most--families are that lucky. And I feel for them. People are being driven into the ground by corporate greed. How is that good for anyone?
  • I'm mostly incoherent today, but I read the rant and while I may not be able to offer a lucid and sensible comment, I can offer Elves and chocolate again. That any good?
    • Elves and chocolate are always good. (Especially the Elves; it's Easter candy season, so I'm a bit sick of chocolate from seeing little else for the past week. Now Elves in chocolate.... ;^D)
  • I used to have a job where I was the resident mommy, private eye, encyclopedia, and fetchit girl. Drove me straight to grad school, it did. If I'm going to be spending all day looking things up, I want it to be for my benefit.

    I would be more than happy to "cut back" (not that there's a whole lot to cut back on; the old New England sensibility dictates more sweater-wearing and less thermostat-hiking anyway) if I had the sense that it was going for a real cause instead of an attempt to reclaim the glories and economic divisions of the Gilded Age. I swear, pretty soon they're going to stage a re-enactment of the 1893 World's Fair in Chicago, just so they can reinforce the classism.

    I have no idea what gas prices are like here in the People's Republic of Grad School Town. I don't drive.
    • I used to have a job where I was the resident mommy, private eye, encyclopedia, and fetchit girl. Drove me straight to grad school, it did.

      It's driving me straight to Nelyo's. ;) At least I want to babysit and fetchit on my own terms!

      There are some coworkers for whom I would go to nearly any lengths to make their jobs easier. But others are so profoundly lazy and inconsiderate of other's time...they can go sit on a cactus, for all I care.

      I would be more than happy to "cut back" (not that there's a whole lot to cut back on; the old New England sensibility dictates more sweater-wearing and less thermostat-hiking anyway) if I had the sense that it was going for a real cause instead of an attempt to reclaim the glories and economic divisions of the Gilded Age.

      *snerk* True that. The idea that the "cause" I'm supporting is making some fat business tycoon even fatter and sending his undeserving kids to Harvard does not make me a happy 'gund.

      I have no idea what gas prices are like here in the People's Republic of Grad School Town. I don't drive.

      You're lucky. That is, unfortunately, not an option for us. My dream is to get a storefront in Ellicott City with an apartment over top so that we can keep one car for things like grocery shopping, visiting our families, et cetera. But going to work will involve walking down the stairs. To hell with an hour commute into DC every day. Cars are too bloody expensive and a silly expense at that, imho.
  • Work...kill me now.
    I know I keep saying that, but I don't know what else to say right now. *sniff*
    Do you need a hug?
    • I'll always take a hug! :)

      Luckily, today is a much better day. (Hence breaking out the happy ice cream icon!)

      My job is wonderful in the sense that it's easy and I get paid well to do it. But it's guv'ment...and most guv'ment employees have the brains of snails...and move with about as much motivation. :^/

      If I couldn't surf the 'net and write all day between getting my work done (which usually takes about two hours), I would have left a long time ago. As it stands...I can't think of anything better, so I'll just suck it up and gripe in my LJ. ;) Until my own company gets started, then there will be no time for breathing much less griping!
  • Hei, precious, sounds like you could have used a great, big hug at the time you wrote this entry... I'm offering it now, and any other time you need one. :) (I hope that you're having plenty, this week-end, though, from that great birthday-boy of yours... )

    I shudder to think of what awaits me just months from now on and what kind of idiots I will be working with... As for cutting costs... I could tell you a thing or two, but it would only get my anger rising and I like to use my time online, pretty much anger-free. Over here, a litre of gas/petrol costs around a dollar. I don't know how much a gallon is in litres, so you do the math and tell me if it's more expensive than over there. But I'm pretty sure that everything is more expensive, in my country, from electricity to gas, to food etc, etc. And the minimum level of income is around 100 $ (give or take). Plus, all the prices go up almost every three months, though not as bad as they used to, back in the day.

    If you're thinking "It sucks!", you betcha it does. I won't deny the fact that my country is a dump and I would not recommend living in it for the world. It's a great tourist destination, there are a gazillion fabulous places and things to see, but you don't want to live here. (Unless you're a corrupt politician/local business-man). And people wonder why I spend most of my time hanging out with my Elven imaginary friends... ;p

    Arrg, see what happens when you open such a can of worms? I hope the week-end cheers you up and that things will go uphill from here. Hang in there.! *many hugs*
    • *gladly accepts hugs*
      {{{{{{{{{Alina}}}}}}}}}

      You will note that there are nine brackets in the above {hug}: one from each Feanorion, one from me, and one from Feanor...of course. ;) He insisted on the last one so that he could take his time with you. >;^))

      (I hope that you're having plenty, this week-end, though, from that great birthday-boy of yours... )

      Absolutely! This is the first "good day" I've had all week. :)

      Your situation sounds...bad. I know how frustrating just these last few years have been of what sounds like a lesser version of what you experience...I can't imagine how it is to be a chronic situation with little/no hope of improvement. :^/

      Prices going up every three months is astounding to me. At The Piece, we'd have a price increase of about 2-3% every year, so that's probably about standard for your average American company. Except for the fat greedy bastids like the oilmen and f***ing BG&E who raise things 60-70% in one year.

      But 2-3% per year is reasonable. Each worker should get that in a cost-of-living raise too, so all things stay equal. (Although our Republican governor has seen that State employees got only 1.5% and cut our health benefits.)

      Of course, I know little to nothing about economics, only what I feel when suddenly I worry about making ends meet. :^/

      I'm offering you a can of worms in my icon, since we both have a habit of opening them and leaving them to squirm across the pavement and infest passersby. ;)
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