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I went through Ivan, and it was a Cat 3, and there was still a lot of damage.
My grandparents are being stubborn old people and saying they're going to stay through if it hits. I was like, Ivan was a 3 and this is a 5 and it's not been here yet - you're leaving. You, the dog, the cat, my brother, my mother, all of you will be packed up and shipped out.
Since I live on the panhandle though, my odds of avoiding tragedy are better! Maybe if I wish REALLY HARD for my birthday it'll just magically dissolve.
Then we'll only have to worry about the THIRD ONE THATS FORMING.
Trying to get into Guild Wars 2 again because I've had an MMO itch lately:
Apparently I forgot my LAST cell phone (the one that's been inactive for YEARS now), had SMS authentication on it. And I have to wait for them to get back to me to remove it. And I have to jump through hoops to prove it is me -_-
You. Have. Water. In your house. You literally pay to have that water. Why go buy packaged water?! Fill up your bath tubs, your sinks, any containers (soda bottles work if you wash them, you know). Pack your freezer with the smaller water-filled items for when your power goes out to preserve your temp. Open the freezer only to get food out, and cook your meats ahead of time/refreeze them. Canned soup and food are not perishable and should what you stock up with. You will be without running water (especially clean water) and power. So charge all your devices. Candles are great. Fill up your cars - if you're worried about losing your car, you might want to consider switching to full coverage. Basic things you might want to consider getting:
Soap. Firstaid kits. Flashlights. Even solar powered garden lights will work. Batteries. Paper plates/bowls. I don't advise no biodegradable kitchenware, you're going to be flooded - who's going to clean up all the trash that will inevitably already be littering your environment? Probably no one. If you have pets, get food for them in advance, if you have medications, make sure you have enough to last several weeks. Get some booze. Maybe a kayak while you're at it.
Important belongings should be stacked high on top of everything else in case you do flood. If your house goes under water, at least you tried.
If you are in the direct path, you might want to consider LEAVING - now, not later, when the streets are backed up and a hurricane is a day away from you. Category 5 hurricanes, especially one of this size and power, are nothing to ignore. They're extremely dangerous.
People for some reason are more than happy to stockpile firearms and ammo, but not first aid kits or really important necessities like stuff for cleaning/purifying water, reflective blankets, flares/glowsticks, firestarting materials, and the right kind of foods (MREs are a nice thing to have around). Having bug out bags is extremely helpful. My family lived near a chemical plant, and a nuclear plant further away, and we always had to be prepared to leave at a moment's notice in case things went horribly wrong. On top of that, our area had suffered through days long blackouts and ice storms in the past. When you live in places that are at risk of certain things, you kind of have no excuse for not being at least minimally prepared.
Now, we don't mind if other people join and play the game, so long they agree not to raid our house and steal our stuff. That's fine. Enjoy the game server to your heart's content, we're both pretty chill nor will we kill you. However, that doesn't mean you need to be a dick, use cheat codes (which we thought were disabled) to give yourself the best gear/weapons in the game and then start MURDERING our fucking dinos that we spent DAYS taming/leveling up.
Looks like we'll be looking at more of the available options/limitations of our server and trying to set it up for pure PVE so that assholes can't just destroy days/weeks of work because they feel like being a douchebag.
Anyone up for a lunch?
And I found out today I'm type 1. At least I got the insulin before leaving the city. ---
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
Well, this week decided to be worse. My mom lives with us. Saw she was starting to have signs of pneumonia. Thought some soup would do her good. She choked on part of it. Nearly lost her. She's stable now, but has a long road ahead of her due to the lung fluid stuff. And, because of this and once she's lucid again, going to have to broach moving her into care. Ontop of this, her dog got depressed fast and is old so she was making a mess all over her room. Had to board her inbetween meetings, which work has been at least good enough to take over a lot of them. Plus, dealing with my sister already trying to act 'helpful' when I can tell she's seen how my mom is and thinks she needs to wiggle onto her good side (you know, after ignoring her for the good part of a year).
To top it all off, one of my clients has me working tonight and almost all of tomorrow afternoon/evening. He has been cruel, petty, and rude even considering he knows about all of this and my lack of sleep (since I didn't mention my son waking up repeatedly lately too for w/e reason).
So now, I shall go sleep. I will wake up at least a few times, most likely, and then call to check on my mom in the morning. I may get a little of play time in with my son, then it's right back to the grind for the rest of the day. Probably will work Sunday, too. Been so busy that a shower was a luxury today and we haven't been able to clean or get groceries (since I usually handle those) in well over a week and a half. So, here's to maybe this all calming the eff down. Someone have some hard drinks for me.
Same thing when someone asks for suggestions. If you give them a suggestion and the person doesn't agree with it, they say, "Nope, you're wrong. Go fuck yourself because we're doing this my way because I'm a fucking snowflake and like things this way." Then don't ask for suggestions if all you're going to do is disagree with EVERYONE who gives a suggestion!
Rhyot over here like the red person
And they think that the senior RA position is great -- no the hell it isn't!! They offered it to me and I told them to shove it because I actually read the contract. The only people who took it are the people who would throw you under the bus for a corn chip anyway. And it's all because of the new fucking director of housing. We're not allowed to criticize anything Housing does anymore -- we have to "trust in their vision". Yay fucking thought police.
Fast forward to today.
My face is swollen, I am migraine-filled, fevered, belly-sick, and my jaw fucking -hurts-. Went to the convenience clinic. My blood pressure is having a hay day with it. 170/130.
I am now on 10 days of antibiotics. I have to see my dentist on Monday. Bah.
Mild love for Lipton plain tea bags. You steep your tea bag, you wring it out a little and stuff it where it hurts in your mouth. Hello sweet relief. Just dunk to re-up warm soothing qualities.
This little bastard.
(I like my server btw, there are reasons why I'm still active on it, in spite of a few fairly sizeable flaws with uh.. lack of population.)
And someone stole my unicorns laundry hamper.
Grumpgrumpgrump.
ETA: Unicorns. >.> Why does GD not filter.
Knowing we'd never get into the Humane Society this quickly, we took him to the vet down the road (which I really don't particularly like anyways). They inspected it and told us it was a bad wound that was going to require surgery to get off the necrotic skin (how the fuck we didn't notice the wound before now is BEYOND me if it's necrotic, I just don't know). 800+ dollars that we don't have. So we paid the 75 for the office visit and the antibiotics they gave us, and took him home.
Momma called the Humane Society and they said they'd charge 40 bucks for an appointment and check it out, see what they could do and quote us some. Said there's a possibility they could just amputate his tail and that would be cheaper and easier on everyone.
So now until Monday the poor thing is stuck in my bathroom to keep him away from the other cats and such.
So maybe a couple of weeks after my cousin said he'd handle it, I got a call from my sister saying there was a luggage on the front porch of my parent's house with a note on it. It had all the stuff she'd stolen from me in there. I asked my sister why she dropped it off over there instead of at my place, but then she read the note to me. She basically was trying to run down my personal life to my parents, being that they're super religious, telling them how we've been having sex outside of marriage, how I drink alcohol and smoke weed/use edibles. Joke's was on her cause they assumed I was doing all that anyway, nor do I care because hello, I'm a grown ass man and I don't answer to my parents anymore. I'm also doing both things legally. They also never found out since my sister intercepted it anyway.
After that, I called my cousin to figure out what was going on. Tldr, they both got found, arrested and questioned. Her cousin gushed all the water because she was skeered. Completely threw my ex under the bus. They were both going to spend some time in jail but my ex's parents bailed them both out. I told him I got all my stuff back and everything was cool. He was asking me did I still want to take her to court of the vandalism and the rest. Aint nobody got time for that. I'd already recleaned my house and got all my stuff back. She no longer has a key and she's out of my life. That's good enough for me.
But wait, there's more! After I thought everything was done, she somehow managed to screw herself over despite me being merciful. I'd found a box of her stuff in my garage which I never go into. I was still nice enough to text her and let her know that she still had a box of stuff that she could either come get, or I'd drop it off at her parent's house. No answer. So i left her a voicemail and was like yo, in 24 hours i'm probably just gonna take this stuff to the goodwill. If you want it, cool. If you don't, cool. 10 minutes later I get a text from an unknown number. It's her dad. Mind you, her dad had been calling me and threatening me throughout the breakup process (like I care?) behind some lies she told him, which is why I was nice enough to not say anything back to him. At least the first two times. Then again, why is some grown 50+ year old man calling me phone and leaving me voicemails because I dumped his psycho 27 y/o daughter? Anyhoo. The text read "This is britt's Father, stop calling my daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(x99)" So I just had to let him know. I'm like look dude. Your daughter is a pathological liar. She lies about stuff that it just makes no sense to even lie about. She had been living with me for over a year and a half. Her parents were dumb enough to believe her when she was telling them she stayed in a loft above her job at the office she worked at. They had no idea she'd signed a lease with me. Hell they didn't even know she was dating me after a while which is a long story in and of itself. I'm like, your daughter is a grown woman that made her own decisions, and now she has to live with them. He's all like "Yeah well I got somethin' for you." I'm like here's my address, wassup? He's all like "You don't know what an angry father is capable of." and then hung up the phone. I texted him back "Yeah well you aint the only one she calls daddy. Have a good night."
The next day Britt is messaging me on Facebook. Her dad went down to her job and cussed her out in front of everyone, because evidently, all the stuff that I told him about, he nor his wife knew nothing about. It all came out to the light eventually. She lied to me and them for no real reason and dug herself into a hole. Between her father showing up at her job and them finding misdemeanors newly put onto her record, she lost her job, which i helped her get in the first place. She was asking me if I knew any affordable places that she could live at, and any other job openings I could help her with. I sent her back a picture that isn't forum appropriate (it was a picture of me and this girl i'm dating + her girlfriend post sexytimes) with the caption "New phone who dis." She blocked me and I haven't heard from her since.
Meanwhile, my life has legitimately only been improving since I broke up with this girl. I don't have to come home to a dirty house anymore. It stays clean now that she's gone. I no longer have to raise a 6 year old trapped in a 27 year old's body. Being with her also sorta woke me up as a man. It's hard to explain, but I'm just at such a different point in my life where I just kinda go for stuff and see what happens rather than being terrified of all the "what ifs". In a way, I'm really grateful that I met her. But that chapter of my life is closed and I'm only moving forward from here.
"But I know what I am and the life I live, yeah, the life I live."
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
I'm sorry if this seems stupid, and I'm sorry for venting. I just.. it's getting to be a bit much for me, I'm starting to get snippy with people and it's not fair to anyone who is being perky and happy, especially those who are usually stressed themselves, to be poking at me, someone who usually tries to be relatively low-stress and easy going when I can, only to find stressed snippiness being returned, or retracted distance and several vague hints at not wanting to be poked at or interacted with because I'm not the kind of person I want to present myself as being right now.
All it really boils down to is that I'm frustrated with my finances being so low, and that I cannot do anything about my lack of patrons on patreon, all I can do is push my luck on potentially annoying all of my potential viewers in pushing and shilling my Patreon page..
However, my company is part of a big cooperative company, meaning, a lot of small businesses has been started, but never given enough time to get big enough to handle themselves, before the next business is added to the company. That means... well.. there's no money. This past spring the business had around 92 employees over 6 cities, now we have around 45 employees in 4 cities. A few businesses have been closed down and some property has been sold.
My chocolate shop isn't doing all that well either. We don't get any help from the bosses, we are just told how bad the economics are and that's it. There's no money for us to market ourselves, and believe me, we need to market ourselves, we are not positioned on a well travelled road.
Today, the boss made me flip my lid.. He's the economist of the company. I asked if we could make an order for some pretty vital things. The response was, "Yes, you can buy item A and item B, but you can't buy the shipping." I was all.. "Ahm.. what? I can't really pick and choose if I -want- to pay for shipping, you know?" Again, the guy... is the economist. There was some back and forth mailing and I still don't know if we can buy these things. He told us to go check the local supermarket and buy it there. Not economic and not the best when it comes to the food grade!
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised though. At one point, we were told we couldn't buy chocolate, yes, I am serious, no chocolate, because economics were too bad. Chocolate is what we do. We can't sell stuff if we don't have the stuff we sell! And with today, three days before we are going to a huge wine convention, when we are under-staffed, under-payed and over-worked, I just wanted to cry. I have held it together all day, because I don't want this job to break me, but it's getting there. A part of me wants them to just close us down, but that would mean I would be unemployed, and with my problematics, I can't just get a job anywhere. I need this to work and me and my coworker are killing ourselves over this, because we know this is a good business, if we just could do things right.
Sorry for the long rant. I was gonna spoiler this, but I can't remember how.