oh this week blows
May. 12th, 2010 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyIn WTF news (and I have plenty, don't you worry), I ordered Daria the complete series after taking Miss Kitty to the vet on Monday. The vet was cheaper than I'd expected and I really didn't want to end up paying some insane price for Daria, so I sucked it up and said $44.99 was worth owning the series. Then Lori PMs me with a head's up about the set (for which I am grateful, as I only found out it was out by accident... Saturday, I think) and I follow the link and Amazon has it up for $27.99.
What.
The.
HELL.
It's the day after the damn release and you dropped the price that freakin' much? I. Want. My. Money. >_<
Monday also broke all my plans for the next... forever. I guess i'd better freakin' enjoy my Daria and NCIS, because I think they'll be the last things I buy that aren't food at work for a very long time. Why? My parents got served with foreclosure papers on Monday, about the time I went to lie down for a small nap. Nothing like going to sleep, relatively happy that you could afford the DVD set you wanted, would still have money to give for a friend's charity cause (I am so, so sorry Allison!), and that the kitty was already doing so much better only a few hours after her vet visit. Plus Dad and I had gone to Lowe's, so I could still smell the hardware store ... smell. And we visited Louisa up at the Book Exchange. So I fall asleep pretty damn content and wake up to my world having fucking imploded.
And no. I did not know things had gotten this bad otherwise, damn, dude, I would've totally said to hell with my various shiny things.
We did not need this on top of Dad's hospital stay last August, then him being laid off in October, and oh yeah, his job never informed any of the various companies (Excluding the insurance, which was cut off early) that he wasn't employed there anymore, which meant he had to jump through hoops of fire to get unemployment and something else that required his job to say, "Yeah, no. Doesn't work here." It took him until January to fix that little snafu.
I am so pissed!
(And scared.)
In other news, I'm reading Oolong Dead, one of the Charleston Tea Shop Mysteries.
I'm pretty sure only one of you may find the WTF aspect in this excerpt, but hey. I give.
And wouldn't you know it? This was one of those amazing October days when the sky was a curtain of cerulean blue and every shrub and tree blazed red and gold.
Sounds very pretty, yes? Except this is set in Charleston, SC. A couple of our trees/bushes do the fun autumn change, but most either stay green or the leaves fall off without really doing much in the way of color. One day they're green, the next they're brown and on your lawn. Now, maybe Colleton County is different, but I'm not thinking it's that different. Sadly, this is on the first page.
Then there's a thing about how one of the local news anchors (on a channel that does not exist, but this I chalk up to an author needing their own playground) was replaced by the corpse of the book, y'know, prior to her corpsification. One of the main characters makes mention of the fact that he had no idea the anchor had been fired, he just figured the man retired quietly.
I've lived here my whole freakin' life. I assure you that for any of the news people regularly on TV for more than a couple of years, it's Big News when they get shitcanned or let go for whatever reason. So no. I do not believe anyone would be unaware of this guy not going by choice.
Annnnnnnd while it (sort of) exists, who the hell says Charleston Memorial Hospital? No. This is a serious question. If you know of people, let me know.
What.
The.
HELL.
It's the day after the damn release and you dropped the price that freakin' much? I. Want. My. Money. >_<
Monday also broke all my plans for the next... forever. I guess i'd better freakin' enjoy my Daria and NCIS, because I think they'll be the last things I buy that aren't food at work for a very long time. Why? My parents got served with foreclosure papers on Monday, about the time I went to lie down for a small nap. Nothing like going to sleep, relatively happy that you could afford the DVD set you wanted, would still have money to give for a friend's charity cause (I am so, so sorry Allison!), and that the kitty was already doing so much better only a few hours after her vet visit. Plus Dad and I had gone to Lowe's, so I could still smell the hardware store ... smell. And we visited Louisa up at the Book Exchange. So I fall asleep pretty damn content and wake up to my world having fucking imploded.
And no. I did not know things had gotten this bad otherwise, damn, dude, I would've totally said to hell with my various shiny things.
We did not need this on top of Dad's hospital stay last August, then him being laid off in October, and oh yeah, his job never informed any of the various companies (Excluding the insurance, which was cut off early) that he wasn't employed there anymore, which meant he had to jump through hoops of fire to get unemployment and something else that required his job to say, "Yeah, no. Doesn't work here." It took him until January to fix that little snafu.
I am so pissed!
(And scared.)
In other news, I'm reading Oolong Dead, one of the Charleston Tea Shop Mysteries.
I'm pretty sure only one of you may find the WTF aspect in this excerpt, but hey. I give.
And wouldn't you know it? This was one of those amazing October days when the sky was a curtain of cerulean blue and every shrub and tree blazed red and gold.
Sounds very pretty, yes? Except this is set in Charleston, SC. A couple of our trees/bushes do the fun autumn change, but most either stay green or the leaves fall off without really doing much in the way of color. One day they're green, the next they're brown and on your lawn. Now, maybe Colleton County is different, but I'm not thinking it's that different. Sadly, this is on the first page.
Then there's a thing about how one of the local news anchors (on a channel that does not exist, but this I chalk up to an author needing their own playground) was replaced by the corpse of the book, y'know, prior to her corpsification. One of the main characters makes mention of the fact that he had no idea the anchor had been fired, he just figured the man retired quietly.
I've lived here my whole freakin' life. I assure you that for any of the news people regularly on TV for more than a couple of years, it's Big News when they get shitcanned or let go for whatever reason. So no. I do not believe anyone would be unaware of this guy not going by choice.
Annnnnnnd while it (sort of) exists, who the hell says Charleston Memorial Hospital? No. This is a serious question. If you know of people, let me know.
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Date: 2010-05-12 11:03 pm (UTC)Gosh, I hope something works out for you and your family on the home front.