Iāve had similar issues and managed to soothe the Office beast by saving as an older file format. In my case it was Word, and saving as ā.docā instead of ā.docxā fixed a lot of tantrums. Might work with ā.pptā vs ā.pptxā?
Good suggestion! Iāll try that. Keynote just offers to export to PowerPoint. Do I just edit the extension?
Nope. Theyāre completely different file formats.
I had to open it in Word (Ppt, in your case), and āSave Asā¦ā from there to change the format.
Ah, gotcha.
Good guidance that will be pretty useful in here and now that we find ourselves inā¦
tl;dr: āTell me more,ā āThat sounds really hard.ā Inviting interaction and validating the pain. It works.
I am so not good!
The story so far -
Immediately after losing my job in June last year (not my fault) and getting mauled by a pack of dogs (no, really), Pussycat had a bad accident, broke both her feet and ended up in a wheelchair. We rode out the 3 months of unemployment compensation this red state provides ($300 a week - obviously not enough to survive on) with the help of a GoFundMe I set up while I took care of her and the horses.
So OF COURSE the ambulance, hospital, surgeon, doctor and physical therapist all DIDNāT TAKE OUR INSURGENCE (Ambetter) and the bill is $90,000. NINETY THOUSAND! I think the most money Iāve ever had in the bank at once was $10,000, and that was a long, long time ago. The GoFundMe raised $5k before it petered out, and we had to use all of that just to pay the mortgage and utilities and shit.
But wait, thereās more! Three more ambulance trips, three more ER visits (and I donāt know about where you live, but here after the ER nurse gets you in a room the next one who comes in is the billing person to demand $200 up front or you pay 20% more later), and eventually⦠an appendectomy! Still all on the insurance no one takes.
I got a job through a bullshit staffing agency that I will not name (Proman) at a poorly managed and hellish supermarket refrigerator case door factory (CIG Glass). I had to get up at 3AM to do the horses to be at the job by 6 and work till 4:30 for $15 an hour. That lasted three months until the temp contract was up and it was time to take me on permanently and instead they kicked me to the curb. Canāt get unemployment again until June, staffing place has nothing.
ALL THIS TIME Iāve been applying for dozens of jobs a week. Indeed, fucking LinkedIn, ZipRecruiter. I have 15 years management experience, I was making $65k salary last year, nobody will hire me. Right now Iām jumping through the hoops for this stupid TSA airport gestapo job even though it will be a 4 hour round trip commute every day to a job Iām going to hate but thatās how desperate I am.
But a least I changed our insurance during the open enrollment period to the Blue Cross Blue Shield that all the hospitals and doctors she has to keep going to actually take!
SO TODAY (guess where this is headedā¦) I take Pussycat to a recheck and x-ray. āIām sorry, your BCBS plan is on Network E. We are on Network S. Your plan has zero out of network coverage.ā Full price, I have to put it all on the credit card. I call BCBS to see if we can change networks. āOpen enrollment is over. You have to go through the marketplace and see if you qualify for a special enrollment period to change plans.ā I call Obamacare and go through all the questions. āWhat is your monthly income?ā Zero. āIf you have no income, you have to pay full price for your plan, which is $2,000 a month.ā Okay no changes, please!
SO STILL, all our taxes (and with this plan, my $8 a month), are going to these insurance companies FOR FUCK ALL NOTHING!
Two grand a month, for a useless little white card with some numbers and the letter āEā on it.
So hereās the thing - I am freaking out. I have never been more depressed in my life. I canāt drink enough to get to sleep. Because I am BROKE.
I was able to pay the mortgage this time only because I got my income tax refund. I have enough left to pay the water bill, but not the electricity. The propane tank is empty so I hope it doesnāt get cold again. My car is almost paid off, but not quite and that payment is coming up in a week - plus it needs an oil change, tires and brakes. I canāt pay the loan on the barn and the horses are going to need hay again before the grass comes up. Even if I get this TSA gig (which I have serious doubt) it will be too late to get through the month. Neither of us have any family to help us. We are getting food boxes from the mission and they are mostly rotten, soā¦
If anyone can throw some bones my way please PM me and I will give you the GoFundMe link or my PayPal.
I didnāt want to come begging here but Iām just out of options. This community is my only social interaction with decent people and yāall have helped keep me sane and i really really really appreciate it!
All the love I have to give is yours, whatever happens.
I havenāt been doing well lately. Everything just kind of got overwhelming. Iāve felt constantly on edge for a couple months and a few weeks ago it all became too much and I sort of just shut down. Iāve kept myself high (I took a break) since then and that seems to have helped by allowing me to finally get some much needed sleep. Iāve been limiting my news intake and mostly avoiding social media which also seems to have helped reduce anxiety. Iāve found keeping myself distracted has helped with social media; Iāve switched browsers twice in the last week. I hope I can continue with the recent balance Iāve found and maintain this more positive direction. Itās going to be difficult.
Iām sorry⦠thinking good thoughts your wayā¦
I have to believe that weāre at a momentary low point and things just have to get better soon. Iām going to send positive vibes and a big hug out to you.
Hang in there, we miss you! Sounds like youāre doing whatās right for you.
One thing that has really sucked, has been the return of constant political ads, especially the transphobic ones. Increasingly transphobic democrats havenāt helped things either. Iām just glad sleep and a focus on small positive things has helped me avoid falling off the edge.
Sorryā¦Just hold out until things get better
And weāll leave a light on for youā¦
Emergency hugs gif
Right, so. Iāve posted a wee flurry of cute doggie pics just because they were waiting too long on my phone.
I wanted to share them. The little dog needs a bit of love at the moment.
I sent Dad back to the hospital on Sunday night.
He has apparently got another chest infection.
Heās 88. Heās also completely fed up with being here.
Heās been in pain with a bad back since the '70ās.
My brother and I were with him yesterday morning and this morning.
Heās always been lucid before, but, well.
He waved me toward him. I leaned in close. āTryā¦theā¦salad.ā
He waits 'til now to be a bloody comedian!
Last night, he grabs my brotherās hand: āDid I get tickets for the show?ā
Last night, he was convinced he was at a hotel in Peterborough with all his mates from the golf club.
Yāknow, if you gotta go, then why not go with all your old golfing mates?
Okay, so, seriously, heās not looking likely to come back home.
Iāve been his carer since Covid, but it does look increasingly likely that itās just going to be me and the dog from now on.
I may disappear from here for a while. I just thought Iād let all of you lovely people know why, and let you know not to worry, Iāll be back as soon as.
Stay Wonderful, you lot.