Millie's terrible day thread. You can post any and of your disappoints for the day, week, month, year, or your life.

During the heat wave that melted the glue on our vehicle's review mirror, our kitchen routinely reached 90+ degrees even with the air con working. Kitchen is only room in the house that has to leach off the other rooms air cons. The eldest's room was the only one to stay at a reasonable temperature. Sometimes the air conditioner can't do more than make the inside of the house less shitty than the outside. Hope yours gets fixed soon.
 
All's well... I called our A/C folks first thing. Tech was here in 20 minutes. We're now luxuriating in the cool. Total cost is the service call, parts were under warranty.

How's that for fantastic service! They've been our HVAC go-to for 15 years for a reason.
 
I must've missed a few in here.

Well, kind of a bad day here. Donnie didn't go to daycare today. He's been sitting in my lap while I'm working on an edit for my publisher. Unfortunately, he spilled a large drink on my keyboard and mouse. They died a painful, tragic death of nasty CoolAid trauma.

Oh, the Humanity.

No problem, I had it so long that no numbers or letters were readable. I did an online Walmart rush order.

The bad news is that it's a travel wireless keyboard and mouse. Not a large keyboard and an odd-shaped mouse. I hope to adjust it so I don't have to replace my replacement. Donnie keeps saying, "I'm sorry, Mommy. So, sorry." I tell him, "It's fine, Mommy needed a new one anyway." But keep thinking about the man who brought smallpox to Deadwood in Deadwood. "I apologize," he said endlessly as Jane Cannary treated him in the woods.
 
I was watering the chickens and a sudden breeze hit the tree I was walking under. Then I felt a splat on my neck, quickly followed by another on the handle of the jug I was carrying. At first I thought it was bird poop, then the smell hit me, and after a closer look I noticed the rotting head of a caterpillar.

By the time I got inside, both of my hands were absolutely covered. After a thorough hand washing, and a shower, my hands still stink. D=
 
Fucker didn't make it through puberty.
I was watering the chickens and a sudden breeze hit the tree I was walking under. Then I felt a splat on my neck, quickly followed by another on the handle of the jug I was carrying. At first I thought it was bird poop, then the smell hit me, and after a closer look I noticed the rotting head of a caterpillar.

By the time I got inside, both of my hands were absolutely covered. After a thorough hand washing, and a shower, my hands still stink. D=
 
Week 4 of the broken elbow escapade.
Writing is essentially impossible and I was on the final chapter of my series.
Cast comes off in two weeks, then on to physical therapy.
And knocking my mister in the head with my cast kind of takes the magic out of sex. I suppose there's a fetish story in there somewhere, but not really my thing.
 
Week 4 of the broken elbow escapade.
Writing is essentially impossible and I was on the final chapter of my series.
Cast comes off in two weeks, then on to physical therapy.
And knocking my mister in the head with my cast kind of takes the magic out of sex. I suppose there's a fetish story in there somewhere, but not really my thing.
Have you tried text to speech and Velcro straps?
 
Two days ago I was talking to a co-worker about my latest story, Kitsune’s Mask. We have discussed stories I’ve written before. Our work friendship is founded on our common love of tabletop RPG’s and reading.

Yesterday I found out they do not appreciate discussing what I’m writing when I got called into a meeting with my manager and a rep from HR. They filed a sexual harassment complaint.
 
Two days ago I was talking to a co-worker about my latest story, Kitsune’s Mask. We have discussed stories I’ve written before. Our work friendship is founded on our common love of tabletop RPG’s and reading.

Yesterday I found out they do not appreciate discussing what I’m writing when I got called into a meeting with my manager and a rep from HR. They filed a sexual harassment complaint.

Had a near miss with something similar. I had someone who reported to me in sort of an employment situation in a small non-profit; I was the volunteer "big boss", she was the sole paid employee, our administrator. We were of like mind in many unusual things and had a friendly banter... until I casually mentioned an upcoming "date night" with my wife. She took offense and did say "sexual harassment". The snowflake bit caught me totally by surprise.

That was the end of the friendly banter and I kept my distance from then on... to our detriment. Turned out she was spending recklessly on trivial items for the institution at discretionary bit-at-a-time levels. Because I was making myself scarce and was no longer monitoring the daily transaction logs, I didn't see the sum total of what she was doing until we were down $30,000. Live and learn.
 
Boo, whoo, some of us have never been to Europe, Mary. I've never been to Rome, but I've been to Oklahoma, but I wasn't born there.
I've been away for a few days in London, followed by one night in Paris, and then two days in Rome, before returning home. It's depressing to return home before I really got used to being back in Europe after a decade away. :cry:
 
As usual, preparations for me taking time off work are underway. This means that for the next two weeks I'll be working extra in order to be able to have a week where they don't bother me.

Which, honestly, has only happened once in my 22 years of working here. One year I had people make guesses of how many days my boss would call me when I took almost a month off work. I hadn't taken a single vacation day that year because I had to train our new director and she was still settling in when I normally would've taken time. Altissimus was the winner with 14 days of calls out of... I think it was like 21 days off work?
 
I’m scared of parenthood. I don’t wanna be my mom.☹️
The kind of parent you are is dependent on you choosing the path you want to take. Being our parents is probably the easiest path to take, but is often part of a cycle of abuse.

Choosing to be mindful as a parent and doing the opposite of them is fully up to you and your will to make the effort to go down a different path. Particularly because that different path is often rife with judgment from your own parent(s) who will likely feel insulted if you don't parent like them.
 
I’m scared of parenthood. I don’t wanna be my mom.☹️
It is rare for a new parent not to feel scared, even when they did have good examples of parent hood. It might help to identify an example of a good parent somewhere in your life and try to set that in your mind as what kind of mom you want to be.

It could even be a fictional parent, like Maria from Sesame Street.
 
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