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Post by snowmanomura on Aug 11, 2016 8:37:50 GMT -5
ASU, and most of Phoenix metro in general, is really into going green and sustainability stuff. All the garbage cans on campus are divided for landfill/compost/recycling. There are water bottle filling stations all over campus, and a big push to get non reusable water bottles off campus. Recycling is just ubiquitous out here, you'd have try NOT to. ASU was actually the first school in country with specific school and degree in sustainability, and most of the buildings on campus are covered in solar panels and many of the university on campus vehicles are electric and plug into solar powered charging stations. It's pretty great, except for the fact our whole city is a testament to man's arrogance.
I still think it's wild how involved some of y'all's locations are with recycling. I've never really lived anywhere that was heavy into the act of recycling. We just got a once a week recycling truck in my neighborhood a couple years ago. I'm very pro recycling in theory but it's existence has always been minimal.
And while I agree that the Quarter is dirty, I refuse to be shamed for it. It never closes! Bars are open 24/7 year round. And the people making it so filthy are all the disgusting tourists. The same disgusting tourists that complain that our city is dirty or a "cesspool." But yet they come here so they can puke in our streets and trash the city on their bachelorette parties and work conventions.
Five nights ago, there was a wicked pounding on our apartment door at 10:15-30pm. Kid was half asleep watching a movie in the living room, and beat me to the door. It was Mrs. Asshole Neighbor, and it was perhaps only the second time we've spoke in the year and a half they've been here. For good reason.
She tells me we're in "their" parking spot. We're in a complex of four unit buildings, and - unbeknownst to me - my girlfriend had parked closest. I remind her that, no, we're not. Our lease explicitly states that parking is on a first come, first serve basis. This is not the first time this has come up, we have been over this before.
Asshole Neighbors have just felt entitled to and territorial over the closest parking space to the building like they own it. And this is how they react. As soon as my girlfriend comes within sight and tries to even say something, Mrs. Asshole Neighbor just shouted a couple obscenities her way (past the ten year old between them, to boot) and scurried back down the hall.
We had a note explaining the incident awaiting the complex manager the next morning. As I understand it, Asshole Neighbors got an earful about it the next day.
Today, I see that Asshole Neighbors appear to have gotten themselves a disabled parking permit so they can park in the absolute closest space, one spot nearer to our building than the spot they throw hissy fits over.
Here's a thing, though: Asshole Neighbors aren't disabled. Nothing I've seen in the last year and a half suggests they meet the state's criteria to apply. No canes, braces, other people to assist walking, no portable oxygen or anything. Pretty sure the cardiac and respiratory eligibility doesn't apply to someone who gets in the car and lights up a cigarette, either?
Here's another thing, though: There's an actual disabled person in my building, a guy who meets the neurological/psychiatric eligibility. Schizophrenic, actually disappears to the institution once in a while. He doesn't have a car, but he does have social workers/helpers show up to assist him with semi-regularity. That's a legitimate use of that space, and that legitimate use of that space is going to be hindered on account of Asshole Neighbors outright lying to obtain, and/or dubiously procuring through other means, a disabled parking permit.
I totally want to report them to the Department Of Transportation for a fraud investigation, but my girlfriend is a peacenik hippie who doesn't want to escalate things. I have a feeling this will get worse before it gets better. So... tattle or no?
Five nights ago, there was a wicked pounding on our apartment door at 10:15-30pm. Kid was half asleep watching a movie in the living room, and beat me to the door. It was Mrs. Asshole Neighbor, and it was perhaps only the second time we've spoke in the year and a half they've been here. For good reason.
She tells me we're in "their" parking spot. We're in a complex of four unit buildings, and - unbeknownst to me - my girlfriend had parked closest. I remind her that, no, we're not. Our lease explicitly states that parking is on a first come, first serve basis. This is not the first time this has come up, we have been over this before.
Asshole Neighbors have just felt entitled to and territorial over the closest parking space to the building like they own it. And this is how they react. As soon as my girlfriend comes within sight and tries to even say something, Mrs. Asshole Neighbor just shouted a couple obscenities her way (past the ten year old between them, to boot) and scurried back down the hall.
We had a note explaining the incident awaiting the complex manager the next morning. As I understand it, Asshole Neighbors got an earful about it the next day.
Today, I see that Asshole Neighbors appear to have gotten themselves a disabled parking permit so they can park in the absolute closest space, one spot nearer to our building than the spot they throw hissy fits over.
Here's a thing, though: Asshole Neighbors aren't disabled. Nothing I've seen in the last year and a half suggests they meet the state's criteria to apply. No canes, braces, other people to assist walking, no portable oxygen or anything. Pretty sure the cardiac and respiratory eligibility doesn't apply to someone who gets in the car and lights up a cigarette, either?
Here's another thing, though: There's an actual disabled person in my building, a guy who meets the neurological/psychiatric eligibility. Schizophrenic, actually disappears to the institution once in a while. He doesn't have a car, but he does have social workers/helpers show up to assist him with semi-regularity. That's a legitimate use of that space, and that legitimate use of that space is going to be hindered on account of Asshole Neighbors outright lying to obtain, and/or dubiously procuring through other means, a disabled parking permit.
I totally want to report them to the Department Of Transportation for a fraud investigation, but my girlfriend is a peacenik hippie who doesn't want to escalate things. I have a feeling this will get worse before it gets better.
I'd go the other way man - send them a real classy cookie bouquet or something like that with a note apologizing that you didn't realize they needed the spot because of their handicap. It either comes off as making them feel bad (doubtful because they are assholes) or totally making fun of them (which would be ace) while covering your bases if they do have some legit handicap that you wouldn't know about.
Five nights ago, there was a wicked pounding on our apartment door at 10:15-30pm. Kid was half asleep watching a movie in the living room, and beat me to the door. It was Mrs. Asshole Neighbor, and it was perhaps only the second time we've spoke in the year and a half they've been here. For good reason.
She tells me we're in "their" parking spot. We're in a complex of four unit buildings, and - unbeknownst to me - my girlfriend had parked closest. I remind her that, no, we're not. Our lease explicitly states that parking is on a first come, first serve basis. This is not the first time this has come up, we have been over this before.
Asshole Neighbors have just felt entitled to and territorial over the closest parking space to the building like they own it. And this is how they react. As soon as my girlfriend comes within sight and tries to even say something, Mrs. Asshole Neighbor just shouted a couple obscenities her way (past the ten year old between them, to boot) and scurried back down the hall.
We had a note explaining the incident awaiting the complex manager the next morning. As I understand it, Asshole Neighbors got an earful about it the next day.
Today, I see that Asshole Neighbors appear to have gotten themselves a disabled parking permit so they can park in the absolute closest space, one spot nearer to our building than the spot they throw hissy fits over.
Here's a thing, though: Asshole Neighbors aren't disabled. Nothing I've seen in the last year and a half suggests they meet the state's criteria to apply. No canes, braces, other people to assist walking, no portable oxygen or anything. Pretty sure the cardiac and respiratory eligibility doesn't apply to someone who gets in the car and lights up a cigarette, either?
Here's another thing, though: There's an actual disabled person in my building, a guy who meets the neurological/psychiatric eligibility. Schizophrenic, actually disappears to the institution once in a while. He doesn't have a car, but he does have social workers/helpers show up to assist him with semi-regularity. That's a legitimate use of that space, and that legitimate use of that space is going to be hindered on account of Asshole Neighbors outright lying to obtain, and/or dubiously procuring through other means, a disabled parking permit.
I totally want to report them to the Department Of Transportation for a fraud investigation, but my girlfriend is a peacenik hippie who doesn't want to escalate things. I have a feeling this will get worse before it gets better.
I'd go the other way man - send them a real classy cookie bouquet or something like that with a note apologizing that you didn't realize they needed the spot because of their handicap. It either comes off as making them feel bad (doubtful because they are assholes) or totally making fun of them (which would be ace) while covering your bases if they do have some legit handicap that you wouldn't know about.
I'll paypal $5 to make this happen, actually.
Here's the actual legal definition of who qualifies and why they don't meet it:
Cannot walk 200 feet or more without stopping to rest. Nope, they walk kids to the park farther away than that.
Cannot walk without the use of, or assistance from, another person or brace, cane, crutch, prosthetic device, wheelchair or other assistance device. Nope, they walk just fine without any of this.
Is restricted by lung disease to the extent that forced expiratory volume for one second, when measured by spirometry, is less than one liter or the arterial oxygen tension is less than 60 mm/hg on room air at rest. I'm not sure what this means specifically, but I'm guessing it means you're not a smoker? Wish I had a picture of her lighting up underneath that tag on her rear view.
Uses portable oxygen. Nope.
Has a cardiac condition to the extent that functional limitations are classified in severity as class III or IV, according to standards accepted by the American Heart Association. Can't rule this one out? They're in their early 30s and smoking though.
Is severely limited in the ability to walk due to an arthritic, neurological or orthopedic condition. Arthritic? Doubtful, like I said - 30s. Neurological? They do have an autistic child. Orthopedic? They do wear normal shoes. Well, Mr. Asshole Neighbor wears exclusively velcro shoes. Because Asshole Neighbors are full-fledged adults, dammit.
Also: I'm not sending them anything in the mail that would let them even know my name. Are you crazy? Also also: I have their names, though. Off packages in the hallway. They have mildly interesting court records.
Oh, and they came into this place complaining about every little fucking thing. To the point where the old manager feared they'd get him fired and my entire building evicted. So there's that.
That was the origin of them feeling entitled to that spot. In their first month, I think they filed something like 85-100 complaints with either the complex manager here or above his head to the landlord company HQ elsewhere. Former manager asked us, as a favor to him - not Asshole Neighbors, that we just drop it. I thought it was bullshit then.
The origin of their sense of entitlement to that closest spot, which led to that? They claimed their kid was deathly afraid of pine cones from the trees on the far end of the parking lot. That truce went down (against my dissent) because of that.
...and then, two days later, the former manager saw their kid playing with pine cones! So, yeah, whiny little lying bitches is what they are.
I'd go the other way man - send them a real classy cookie bouquet or something like that with a note apologizing that you didn't realize they needed the spot because of their handicap. It either comes off as making them feel bad (doubtful because they are assholes) or totally making fun of them (which would be ace) while covering your bases if they do have some legit handicap that you wouldn't know about.
I'll paypal $5 to make this happen, actually.
Here's the actual legal definition of who qualifies and why they don't meet it:
Cannot walk 200 feet or more without stopping to rest. Nope, they walk kids to the park farther away than that.
Cannot walk without the use of, or assistance from, another person or brace, cane, crutch, prosthetic device, wheelchair or other assistance device. Nope, they walk just fine without any of this.
Is restricted by lung disease to the extent that forced expiratory volume for one second, when measured by spirometry, is less than one liter or the arterial oxygen tension is less than 60 mm/hg on room air at rest. I'm not sure what this means specifically, but I'm guessing it means you're not a smoker? Wish I had a picture of her lighting up underneath that tag on her rear view.
Uses portable oxygen. Nope.
Has a cardiac condition to the extent that functional limitations are classified in severity as class III or IV, according to standards accepted by the American Heart Association. Can't rule this one out? They're in their early 30s and smoking though.
Is severely limited in the ability to walk due to an arthritic, neurological or orthopedic condition. Arthritic? Doubtful, like I said - 30s. Neurological? They do have an autistic child. Orthopedic? They do wear normal shoes. Well, Mr. Asshole Neighbor wears exclusively velcro shoes. Because Asshole Neighbors are full-fledged adults, dammit.
Also: I'm not sending them anything in the mail that would let them even know my name. Are you crazy? Also also: I have their names, though. Off packages in the hallway. They have mildly interesting court records.
They might have been able to get the handicap placard because of the kid.
they sound like awful people. So while it would be great fun to send them a cookie bouquet and just generally fuck with them, I'd recommend just brushing them off. I've fought with enough trashy people over parking on city streets, it's not worth it. Karma will take care of them eventually.
They might have been able to get the handicap placard because of the kid.
they sound like awful people. So while it would be great fun to send them a cookie bouquet and just generally fuck with them, I'd recommend just brushing them off. I've fought with enough trashy people over parking on city streets, it's not worth it. Karma will take care of them eventually.
That, and I'm totally going to the expense of mailing Asshole Neighbors an anonymous glitterbomb as soon as we're no longer residing in the same building.
Some of their greatest hits of that string of complaints that I can remember: * First garbage day they were here, city sanitation tagged our bins with a note saying they wouldn't take as it was. Someone had thrown a crapload of recyclables and children's clothing - in clear plastic bags - into garbage bins instead of recycle bins. This was a year and a half of those bins between a pair of four-unit buildings without incident. Essentially, they complained about themselves? That was for starters. * Neighbor from a third unit in the building hadn't switched her laundry over in a matter of 5-10 minutes. Rather than deal with her directly or just pull it out themselves, Asshole Neighbors called the manager to complain. * The times their car was parked on the line, and they called to complain they couldn't open their car door all the way. * Complained that maintenance only shoveled snow off the sidewalk going to our shared hallway door, but not through the yard to their individual apartment's door.
And so on. You get the picture. Asshole Neighbors came in swinging with their whining, and averaged 2-3 frivolous complaints per day their first month. Complex manager had to have a "come to Jesus" talk with them.
Asshole Neighbors told him they had the right to make so many complaints because they made more money than everyone else in our building. Manager made sure they knew, and we knew, that wasn't even true. Had a laugh over that.
They scaled back on the whining quite a bit after that, but now that there's a new manager who's not yet onto & fed up with their crap... it begins again. Ugh.
[Edit: I wrote this as I had a smoke after I took out the trash. Mr. Asshole Neighbor pulled into the handicapped space, left his interior lights on, and I didn't bother to knock on their door to let them know. Oops.]
kdogg, I think you and your lady, possibly your complex, all deserve medals fer dealin' with these assholes! I would be much more petty.
I might have a conversation with our new manager in the near future, in which I casually inquire if he's allowed to have multiple tenants with disability in a building with a single disabled spot...
They might have been able to get the handicap placard because of the kid.
they sound like awful people. So while it would be great fun to send them a cookie bouquet and just generally fuck with them, I'd recommend just brushing them off. I've fought with enough trashy people over parking on city streets, it's not worth it. Karma will take care of them eventually.
That, and I'm totally going to the expense of mailing Asshole Neighbors an anonymous glitterbomb as soon as we're no longer residing in the same building.
Some of their greatest hits of that string of complaints that I can remember: * First garbage day they were here, city sanitation tagged our bins with a note saying they wouldn't take as it was. Someone had thrown a crapload of recyclables and children's clothing - in clear plastic bags - into garbage bins instead of recycle bins. This was a year and a half of those bins between a pair of four-unit buildings without incident. Essentially, they complained about themselves? That was for starters. * Neighbor from a third unit in the building hadn't switched her laundry over in a matter of 5-10 minutes. Rather than deal with her directly or just pull it out themselves, Asshole Neighbors called the manager to complain. * The times their car was parked on the line, and they called to complain they couldn't open their car door all the way. * Complained that maintenance only shoveled snow off the sidewalk going to our shared hallway door, but not through the yard to their individual apartment's door.
And so on. You get the picture. Asshole Neighbors came in swinging with their whining, and averaged 2-3 frivolous complaints per day their first month. Complex manager had to have a "come to Jesus" talk with them.
Asshole Neighbors told him they had the right to make so many complaints because they made more money than everyone else in our building. Manager made sure they knew, and we knew, that wasn't even true. Had a laugh over that.
They scaled back on the whining quite a bit after that, but now that there's a new manager who's not yet onto & fed up with their crap... it begins again. Ugh.
[Edit: I wrote this as I had a smoke after I took out the trash. Mr. Asshole Neighbor pulled into the handicapped space, left his interior lights on, and I didn't bother to knock on their door to let them know. Oops.]
I genuinely hope karma strikes them down while you and your other neighbors still live there so you can all experience that beautiful feeling together.
I genuinely hope karma strikes them down while you and your other neighbors still live there so you can all experience that beautiful feeling together.
Careful what you ask for. There was a brief time late last year where Mr. Asshole Neighbor apparently lost his job due to a plant closing. Not a good thing to be rooting for when they've got two children involved, even if they are the Neighbor Assholes' children.
I am, however, looking forward to the day on which I could potentially unleash everything I know about them to their face. You can learn a lot just by finding their name on a package in the hallway and doing internet research and/or what people offer up when my girlfriend complains about them on Facebook.
On the tame end of things: They're banned from the local bowling alley. Mrs. Asshole Neighbor's version (a one-star review of the place on their Facebook page) says they were discriminating against an autistic child having a meltdown. Bowling alley employee's version is more like "she let her kids throw multiple balls down the lane at the same time on multiple visits, and since she couldn't/wouldn't stop them from doing so after several warnings, we had to ban them to keep our lane reset equipment from getting damaged."
They're also on our local Pizza Hut's shit list. Apparently, they're the types who call back to complain after every single order in hopes of milking them for discounts and/or freebies. A lot of us in the restaurant business probably know the type. So yeah, our local Pizza Hut got sick of it and gave them the banhammer.
Maybe instead of that proposed cookie bouquet, I should offer an olive branch of bowling and pizza?
got back to richmond today and went to my new house to grab my keys. the girls that lived there last year were in my program, so some of us bought their furniture. I bought the bed that was in my room... guess what wasn't in the house? the bed. gah. making this seemingly easy move into a pain in the ass.
Post by Swedish Chef on Aug 17, 2016 11:08:38 GMT -5
My girlfriend's younger sister has been dating someone since high school (she graduated from college earlier this year). He had a rough upbringing (absent father) and frequently got himself into trouble, but over the last few years he really cleaned up his act and got himself on the right path. Unfortunately, he's recently taken to posting regularly on Facebook, and has quickly exposed himself as a racist, right-wing nutjob. Today, he shared a video from that moron, Tomi Lahren, in which she claims she was justified in comparing BLM to the KKK because of the Milwaukee riots. I honestly don't know what my girlfriend's sister sees in him.
got back to richmond today and went to my new house to grab my keys. the girls that lived there last year were in my program, so some of us bought their furniture. I bought the bed that was in my room... guess what wasn't in the house? the bed. gah. making this seemingly easy move into a pain in the ass.
got back to richmond today and went to my new house to grab my keys. the girls that lived there last year were in my program, so some of us bought their furniture. I bought the bed that was in my room... guess what wasn't in the house? the bed. gah. making this seemingly easy move into a pain in the ass.
WTF?? How does a bed disappear?
They take it with them when they leave, instead of leaving it behind?
got back to richmond today and went to my new house to grab my keys. the girls that lived there last year were in my program, so some of us bought their furniture. I bought the bed that was in my room... guess what wasn't in the house? the bed. gah. making this seemingly easy move into a pain in the ass.
seems like you should probably just come back to pittsburgh.
Earlier this month we had our AC replaced... It came with a new thermostat, but the one they had on the truck wasn't compatible with our zone... Yesterday they installed the new one. I hated the display immediately... Our old one has a slight backlight to it, so you can see the settings from afar... The new one only lights up if you push a button. I figured I was being a big baby and that it wasn't a big deal... Until I went to bed. It clicks loudly when it sends the signal to turn the AC on... I noticed it during the day and figured no big deal... Well, I am a heavy sleeper most nights and it still woke me up 2-3 times last night! I'm a grumpy bear today.
JR put the old thermostat back on before leaving for work this morning. I guess it was either that or I would rip it off the wall at some time today.
got back to richmond today and went to my new house to grab my keys. the girls that lived there last year were in my program, so some of us bought their furniture. I bought the bed that was in my room... guess what wasn't in the house? the bed. gah. making this seemingly easy move into a pain in the ass.
WTF?? How does a bed disappear?
apparently the girl who had my room had someone sublease this summer - that person was told by the landlord that they won't receive their deposit back if anything is left behind. I have a feeling the sub-leaser took the email literally, and didn't bother responding with "well the person moving in is taking the bed" because there was a ton of other furniture left for us.
I got it all figured out, and the girl transferred me back the money I paid, but it has been quite stressful!
apparently the girl who had my room had someone sublease this summer - that person was told by the landlord that they won't receive their deposit back if anything is left behind. I have a feeling the sub-leaser took the email literally, and didn't bother responding with "well the person moving in is taking the bed" because there was a ton of other furniture left for us.
I got it all figured out, and the girl transferred me back the money I paid, but it has been quite stressful!
And now you need a bed still, correct? What a clusterfuck.
I genuinely hope karma strikes them down while you and your other neighbors still live there so you can all experience that beautiful feeling together.
Update!
My girlfriend had an unrelated conversation with the manager, and of course Mrs. Asshole Neighbor's behavior that night came up. Apparently, manager told Mrs. Asshole Neighbor she needs to apologize to us for it. First we heard of this.
Of course it hasn't happened. Not holding our breath, either.
But their air conditioner broke today, so that's something.
I genuinely hope karma strikes them down while you and your other neighbors still live there so you can all experience that beautiful feeling together.
Update!
My girlfriend had an unrelated conversation with the manager, and of course Mrs. Asshole Neighbor's behavior that night came up. Apparently, manager told Mrs. Asshole Neighbor she needs to apologize to us for it. First we heard of this.
Of course it hasn't happened. Not holding our breath, either.
But their air conditioner broke today, so that's something.
Girlfriend & the boy came home, using the borrowed van from Mom because our second vehicle is a 1990-something Taurus station wagon that isn't reliable for a specialist appointment 50+ miles away. And she pulled up in the dreaded/disputed First Parking Spot next to "their" empty handicapped spot. Literally long enough for the kid to use the bathroom, then I went outside with the kiddo while she was using the bathroom and then we were going to leave.
Of course, the Asshole Neighbors pull up while she was using the facilities. And while the van was parked somewhat close to the line, it wasn't invading "their" space. Still, Mr. Asshole Neighbor got out and immediately started yelling at me to move the vehicle. Maybe the third time Mr. Asshole Neighbor ever spoke directly instead of being a tattletale via back channels.
Of course, he just kept yelling rather than listen to me explain that I was just waiting to leave, didn't park it there, and didn't have keys to move it even if I wanted to. Said several times that his kid has "brain damage," which pretty much confirms they used their kid as justification to get that handicapped permit. Also, probably a shitty parental perspective on having an autistic child?
As long as he brought the kids into it, I asked him if he'd like me to address them in front of their child the way his wife addressed my girlfriend in front of her child. (Again, never did get that apology...) At which point, Mrs. Asshole Neighbor actively tries to shut him up and get him inside.
Which is about when my girlfriend exits the building from her bathroom break. He yells at her about parking for a bit again as his Mrs. herds him inside, but he's not done with me.
He yells (and really, it's either silent snitching or yelling with these two - no inbetween) at me again before we're off. He knows that I deliver pizza, and he knows that I smoke cigarettes in my car, and he's going to get me fired for it!
Which is goddamn ridiculous. My boss has actually fielded one such complaint before, and he just eyerolled at that shit. He DGAF about that in general, and the specific corporate policy says I can smoke in my personal vehicle on a return trip. So good luck busting me on that charge, Asshole Neighbor grasping at straws. Pretty much every delivery place in town constantly advertises that they're hiring at the position, so I'm not scared in the least.
I am, however, wondering whether that one prior complaint was a previous attempt by Asshole Neighbors to get me fired. I mean, I've done five tours of pizza delivery duty at three different employers over more than a decade... the one time that complaint has ever come up was during the residency of Asshole Neighbors. Not sure if that's coincidence. Should make for an interesting conversation with the boss tonight, though.
Update: We spent about 45 minutes at the police station discussing the Asshole Neighbors. We aren't trying to provoke them further, but we also want to have a paper trail on their behavior in case they decide to keep being dicks and escalate their behavior.
Discussed general background of the situation, the August 10th "fucking nasty bitch!" incident at our door, and last night's incident - in which I described Mr. Asshole Neighbor's statements as "an explicit threat to my livelihood."
Again, just wanted to leave a paper trail for possible future use. Cop gave us three options: 1. They could go to issue Mrs. Asshole Neighbor a disorderly conduct citation for the 8/10 incident and get her side of the story. 2. They could go talk to Asshole Neighbors, to tell them their recent behavior has drawn a formal complaint. (Cop seems to be looking at a "nuisance" angle here?) 3. They could go tell management at my apartment complex to tighten the reins on unacceptable behavior.
We went with option 3. Management already basically referred us to the cops on a phone call last night, because they're sick of it and they know it's likely coming anyway. That option also does not allow for Asshole Neighbors to receive a copy of a formal complaint with our names and phone numbers on it, which I'll admit is a concern.
So we're laying the groundwork for a harassment complaint (cop's suggestion for a potential action) and/or a temporary restraining order (my suggestion, due to his specific threat - with the bonus of his having to move) here. I figure they simply need to maintain and/or escalate their present behavior to establish the pattern we need on that. They've got two strikes on the record for this month in anticipation of escalation. Harassment seems more likely given general behavior, but if he lays down another specific real or implied threat it's on there too.
Still have the option of amending the "fucking nasty bitch" incident from a simple report to a formal complaint/citation, no matter what. Plus whatever else, if necessary and TBD by their future actions. And I'm supposed to have my boss log the number/dates/times of any "get me fired" attempts for establishing a pattern.
It's been an interesting couple of days for me healthwise.
Late Thursday night, I had terrible pain in the arches of my feet for apparently no reason, and they itched and were swollen a bit. Wasn't sure why, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world.
The next day they still hurt enough to considerably affect my gait, and at around 9:30am I was on the phone at work and noticed that one side of my tongue had begun to swell. Luckily (or so I thought), there's an UrgentCare right across the street. So after a two-hour wait, I finally see the doctor. She tells me to just take a Benadryl, and that standing on my feet all day can make my feet hurt. She then offhandedly mentions that she's going to prescribe me some steroids for the allergic reaction. So even though I was pissed at her dismissiveness, at least they're giving me something to combat whatever's making me blow up. When leaving, I check with the front desk to make sure that my prescription is being sent electronically and that I didn't need a paper prescription. So then at 4:30 that afternoon, I call CVS to ask about my prescription - it was never sent over. So I call up UrgentCare, and apparently the doctor I saw was new, and didn't have authorization to electronically send prescriptions. Then they check my chart, and she never wrote it down on there, so they couldn't even send it over at this point. They said they'd need to see me again Saturday morning in order to write me a prescription. I was PISSED.
Especially because I wake up Saturday morning, and although the swelling in my tongue has gone down, my lower lip is approximately the size of Montana. So I go to the ER, where they give me a bunch of prednisone (which I should have had the previous day) and a prescription for other steroids. At this point I still have no idea what's causing the allergic reaction. The swelling in my lip goes down and is fine by the next day, and I'm good for most of Sunday...until nighttime, when at around midnight I start feeling that now-familiar tingle in my upper lip. I left my gf's in the middle of the night so that I could come home, just in case I needed to go to the ER. Then I wake up this morning and sure enough, I'm starting to swell up.
So I make an appointment with my primary, which is wonderful because she seemed to actually care about figuring this out. I got an EpiPen injection (which doesn't seem to have done anything), as well as a prescription for stronger steroids, and they want me to see an allergist.
This has all been very distressing and confusing, and I just want my body to be back to normal.
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