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91 general / Re: I'm Praying For You
« Last post by Semperviren on Yesterday at 01:06:47 PM »
I haven't, because I fear they will tell me. IME, strangers who are eager to pray for you are also eager to tell you why, and it's hard to get the lid back on that box.
Time For a Coffee Break! / Re: Pokemon Go craze
« Last post by GreenEyedHawk on Yesterday at 12:28:27 PM »
Caught my first Exeggcute.
Time For a Coffee Break! / Re: S/O Beggars, Moochers and Scammers
« Last post by VorFemme on Yesterday at 12:15:45 PM »
Yesterday I got the call from Windows.  The background noise where "John Smith" (hah! right! Incredibly thick non-English accent) was calling from was loud.  They must have had over a hundred people working at that phone center.  So I spoke in a very soft voice.  John was having trouble understanding me.  He did get excited that when he told me there was a problem with my computer, I agreed.  "My computer isn't working."  Yes, ma'am.  I need you to turn on your computer.  "I can't.  It's not working."  We went around a few times, him urging me to log on, and me saying it wasn't working.  "Are you sending a repairman to my house?"  No, ma'am.  He was going to fix it over the phone.  So please log on.  "That's what I have been telling you.  I can't.  I hit the button and nothing happens.  So what do I do?  Are you sending someone?"  I could hear him deflate over the phone.  Then click.

Now, since I am retired I sleep in until 8 am.  This morning at 7:45 am, the phone rings, and I think it is a family member with an emergency, so I didn't even bother to look at the caller ID.  Same bleeping call center, only this time it was a woman.  Loud background noise again.  "You woke me up!"  Oh, she was so sorry, ma'am, but my computer -- "Where is my repairman?  The man who called me yesterday from your place was supposed to send a repairman, and he never showed up."  Okay, okay, okay, ma'am.  But I need you to turn on your computer.  "Look at what I told the man yesterday.  It won't turn on!  Are you sending someone today?"  Okay, okay, okay, ma'am.  We just -- okay, okay.  Click.

So, how can you get onto a computer that won't turn on?  I wonder if they will try again.

Reminds me of two troubleshooting calls I made a few years when a laptop and a desktop "failed" to boot when less than a year old (covered by warranty - but getting across to the first level tech with the laptop company took three calls and over an hour - I remember finally having to ask for a second tier tech support person...with better English skills).  The desktop company put me through to the second tier worker after about twenty minutes, apparently they really did have to ask me to do X, Y, and Z before they could assume that the computer really was *not* booting up at all. 

We have not replaced aging computers with those brands of computer, for some odd reason.

Not that I felt like the company was the beggar, moocher, or scammer - they were the ones that seemed to be treating their consumers that way, as if it was impossible that their device would not work, so they could not understand me when I said "it won't boot at all, the screen is blank & black, and there is no sound of the hard drive spinning up".  I had to be faking it to scam them for repairs or replacement...or something like that.  I didn't like feeling like it was going to be that much of an effort to get things fixed.
Family and Children / Re: They Did It Again! (How's My Spine?)
« Last post by laughtermed on Yesterday at 12:14:58 PM »
Stay strong, Yarnspinner! I'm thinking it may take a year to 1 decade of NO before her family gets the idea that "Yes" is not going to her default answer to their requests.  From my experience with family, it may take up to a year for people to learn that "no" means "no".
My in-laws have purchased a magazine subscription for my daughter for several years. Only, the subscription goes to them, not her. Sometimes this means they save up several issues to hand deliver when we get together (about 6-7 times a year), or they sometimes mail them to her. She just got a mailer from them with one issue enclosed, cover price $2.99, and the postage was $3.04. But they won't switch the subscription over to our address, because that seems less personal.

The more I read this, the more my brain hurts. How is it less personal to have the subscription go directly to her rather than them essentially paying double to send it themselves? My grandmother once got me subscribed to a magazine when I was a kid for several years. Magazines came to me, bill went to her, and as a little kid, I was tickled with pleasure over the fact that my Grandma had ordered the magazine for me (referenced in birthday cards, letters we exchanged, etc). Even though it didn't arrive directly from her address, I still knew who it was from and whom to send my thank you notes to....

Yes! Kids love getting things in the mail. Heck, I do to, so long as it's not bills ;)  My mother ordered two magazine subscriptions for DS (age 5), and my MIL ordered him one of those activity subscriptions. They tend to all arrive on different days, and it's the highlight of his day to get that mail. And he knows exactly who they are from.

My Great Aunt would do the "get a magazine subscription in a child's name but have it delivered to her house" thing. And she never mailed them to us, always we had to go get our magazines. (We were permitted to take them home after, but she didn't even like to let a parent visiting by themselves take them... she wanted the child in question to come get them.)

And they were GOOD magazines. Tailored to the child/teen's interests and everything. (Mine was originally about animals, then was a crochet pattern magazine) So they were something we wanted. Problem is, she lived in the middle of nowhere and getting to her was harder and harder as I got older.

At 16 or so I convinced a cousin to drive me to her (3 hour drive from my home at the time) with my two little cousins in tow and since I was more of an adult than a little kid, they were sent outside to play and I sat in her living room with her and chatted (gossiped) about stuff. She handed me my magazines and I joked "Gee, I feel bad. You've got over a year here!" And she looked like I'd slapped her.

"You're not SUPPOSED to feel bad! I ordered these so you kids would WANT to come see me. I know I'm old and boring, but I just wanted to see my great nieces and nephews...." And she just looked so sad.

And I was confused because there was never a child born that could not enjoy visiting her, between the tasty food (usually catered to the child's preferences, she never cooked with onion if I was going to be her guest), the fact that she lived out in the middle of nowhere and there were all sorts of fun things to explore, her flower garden which seemed like something from a Victorian novel and her many cats who all really liked kids and would let us cuddle and play with them....

Well, she didn't NEED magazines to make us love her. We did enjoy them though. (I am still steamed that someone threw out my boxed collection of her magazines as "clutter". I know who did it.)

At the time I feel bad that I word vomited all of the bolded (not nearly as concisely) at her that day, but since we lost her in the next year I'm kinda glad I did. I'd hate if she passed away never realizing how much her young family adored her. (And she was universally adored. Her funeral was one of the few that no young folks had to be guilted into attending and it went on for twice as long as any others on that side of the family between the pastor having to pause because the sobbing in the pews drowned out the speakers and all of us who went up to share what she meant to us. My grandmother was ticked off, but then again she was always ticked off.)

I'm pretty sure the married-into-the-family people loved her too, biology did not matter in her affections. Stepkids of the family got magazines too, and treats made to their liking and cats to rub all over them and all the things we bio-kids got.
Any one else picturing "National Lampoons Christmas Vacation" and the cantankerous old uncle?

He's an old man, this could be his last Christmas.
If he keeps that up, it will be!
97 general / Re: The Clean Plate Club
« Last post by Zerbinetta on Yesterday at 11:05:06 AM »
At home, when she asks for your (or your daughter's) plate, I'd say something like, "Oh, Aunt, everyone seems to be finished; we're going to start the kitchen cleanup so we can head to the living room for a nice after dinner conversation/card game/movie/whatever your family enjoys doing together." Then start clearing the table.
Time For a Coffee Break! / Re: Baby Names - You're kidding Right???
« Last post by nutraxfornerves on Yesterday at 10:40:22 AM »
Two names I found in my personal pedigree, both from the 18th century:

Julydia Winterringer
Saphronia Rogers

Those who read The Five Little Peppers may remember the youngest, Phronsie, whose full name was Sophronia.

I've got a Scholastical in my family tree; the name sounds a bit fierce, but she was a bit of a wild thing according to court records!

I have one, too, my great aunt. However, she was anything but a hellion, being Sister Scholastica, a devout, pious, nun who entered the convent around 1910. St. Scholastica was the twin sister of St. Benedict, who founded monasteries, and from whom the recent Pope Benedict took his papal name.
99 general / Re: What Makes You Think I Can Change Her?
« Last post by ladyknight1 on Yesterday at 10:16:41 AM »
Like LadyJane, I've lost two friends to preventable or controllable medical problems.

One at 25, from type II diabetes.
One at 33, from a lump that turned into bone cancer, and he didn't get it checked until it was too late to save his arm and then his life.

I know that I and others, talked to both of them and encouraged them to seek treatment, even at the local health department clinic for no charge.
Time For a Coffee Break! / Re: In-Law Stories - The good, the bad and the wacky
« Last post by Kiara on Yesterday at 09:45:04 AM »
the more a person tries to "blackmail" me into something the more resistant I am to that idea

Same here.  I posted in another thread about how my MIL has had a "request" (read:  demand) to have Christmas Day and Mother's Day with all of her children, their spouses, and her grandchildren.  We're resisting tooth and nail, because her family gatherings are dry as dust, and we prefer our own traditions.  She phoned the other day to reiterate her "request", and she actually used the "we won't be around forever" line.  Feh.  She's 75, true, but she's the type who'll live to see 90 at the very least.

I'm 99.99% sure that if you go along to her gatherings, next year will be 'lather, rinse, repeat', won't it?  "We won't be around forever" is a line that can be recycled year-in, year-out in many of the cases I've read about.

This!  I've shared this before, but my paternal grandfather had his "Last Christmas" and "Final Anniversary" for 40 years.  We went once when I was young, and never again.
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