No, this is after the bins are emptied, so that if you don’t catch it and instead throw a bag of garbage in the bin a day or two later, you’re likely to break the bag and then the dog poop is all over the bottom of the bin and it smells like dog shit from then on.
It’s happened so often we always check the bin after it’s emptied. Of course, if it’s put in before, it may be considered just garbage and ends up in the truck (and landfill).
Soo, I’m waiting for a potential buyer from Facebook Marketplace to come over & pick up the household sewing needles I have for sale, but have heard NOTHING-NADA-ZIP-ZILCH-ZERO since last night, when they said they’d “be out that way Friday”. But they didn’t say WHEN and they’ve not responded to any of my entreaties as to what time they’re gonna be here. I know seven bucks isn’t a lot of money, but it sure’s better than bein’ broke!
When we were moving my wife put a bunch of stuff up for free. Lots of people said they wanted stuff and would come get it. They all flaked, even for the free stuff.
Some houses are being built on the property next to ours. I’m not thrilled, but what can you do?
Today, there is a sound like a truck backing up, that has been happening every minute or two, for five hours. Five Hours.
It’s not super loud, but what the fuck could be making it for that long? It’s not constant, like an alarm, but it goes for 10 or 15 seconds, stops, then starts up again.
The testing location is a mile away, but it’s on the far side of a highway, so the safest walking route can be several miles each way. I have to fast beforehand, and I’m too dizzy to walk that far, so I have to get a taxi instead. The taxi website doesn’t let me schedule if I block Google Migraines, so I have to make a pain call. I also try to email their accessibility contact, which bounces, because of course it does. The office doesn’t say anything about expected wait times, and they rely on text messages, so it’s possible I’ve been called but don’t know because I can’t recieve text messages. I have to cancel to get to the taxi home.
So. Another one of those “oh I want to buy something from you” but literally right at the time the customer is supposed to show up, I get, “Oh, I’m delayed, could we do it tomorrow?” Uh, not when I have in my ad, “no holds over 24 hours for pickup”. What IS wrong with people?
I even cut the price by $5 because she was driving down from Marine City to pick it up!
Addendum: 39.2 miles according to Google Maps, but that’s city-to-city, not door-to-door.
During scheduling, I asked how long I should allow before my return taxi. They said it should be done in 15 minutes, no more than 30, so I allowed 90 minutes. When I got there, they were running behind, and everything took 110 minutes, so I had to walk back.
In the interests of efficiency, scheduling is separate from the actual lab, so they may not have a realistic idea of the actual times…
Amazing. The manufacturer is going to ship us a new one free. All manufacturer’s should have a warranty like that. The others had “limited one year warranties.”
I haven’t been able to ride my bike in years. Got stabilizers, but they weren’t enough. Now someone’s taken the front wheel, so if I think I might be able to ride it again, I’m going to need to get a new wheel before checking.
Agreed… in addition to being anxious about the election and what could happen whoever wins, I’m also angry… it’s enraging cause it doesn’t have to be like this…
Hang in there, you two (@Melizmatic). Here at home our stress management strategy going into Biden’s first term election involved getting away from anyone and anything that could hit us with the results. That involved driving down to San Diego and holing ourselves up in a nice hotel with cells, tv, radio off until we could sneak back home late the next day for the good/bad surprise. It’s an avoidance strategy that removes prolonged unhealthy dread if we otherwise stayed glued to the media (or were exposed to other sources of news such as friends and relatives phoning in). No chance of that this time: We have to stay for a funeral service a couple of days after the election; best friend since university together then as work colleagues in SoCal. Fuck dying within four days of experiencing symptoms from undiagnosed type 2 diabetes. None of that provides any beneficial perspective; I want Trump out and my friend back. Only one of those is possible, and I have high hopes there. Same pal decorated his cubicle to look like an Obama campaign office prior to O’s first election – partly done to deter certain office assholes from bothering him, they thinking he’d be like them and receptive. So… Mike… if there’s an afterlife, exercise your orbital mechanics/shuttle landing support chops and exercise your vote from beyond by dropping a big fat rock on you-know-who if things don’t happen to go our way Tuesday.
Okay, the API has changed, I get it, but why not throw an error and tell me the problem in the JSON return string? Luckily it only updated five pages, that I now have to manually edit, but it could have been hundreds! Damn, that’s annoying!
Hm. It might have been in the JSON on the read and leaked into the post. So… Nevermind!