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Ya gotta find them...can't buy a 50 mile radius of balt or wash anymore...and some of the county maps.are going out. Everytime I cross.state lines I pick up one...but who knows how long that will be a thing....like trying to find a phone booth.
 
wil said:
People don't know how to get to their destination without their phones... If automated cars were not around the corner I suspect we would require accelerometers shut off all functions other than GPS...
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I remember having to direct a cab driver to my (former) apartment from a doctor's office because his GPS was broken. He even told me that he was grateful that I knew how to get home since he was taking my directions (he was nice about the whole situation.)

Too bad the jerks affiliated with the State program weren't as thoughtful or as competent. [:rolleyes:]

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
To Whom It May Concern,

I'm neither male nor female. That's why I was going to Pridefest. Don't ass/u/me someone going there is cismale just because they present male secondary characteristics. It makes me ass/u/me that you're "turned on" by guys yourself (methinks they doth protest too much iykwim.)

To Whom It May Concern #2,

You're a social worker, (relatively) recently hired at the place where I have my "bank".
I saw you at the Pridefest protest.
I could easily get you fired since you were "representing" the place where you work (she was wearing a t-shirt with the agency's logo on it.)
Just a couple of words in the right ears and you're gone.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
To Whom It May Concern,

My companions are too old to undergo an elective surgery (declawing.) What's worse is that, if they lose their primary form of defense (scratching,) they will resort to their secondary, more dangerous, form of defense (biting.) Worse yet, too many of the dog owners don't control their dogs, especially Alice's owner (she's never on a leash or restrained in any way.)

I'll make a deal with y'all; my companions will undergo declawing after everyone in the maintenance office and in the management office undergo the same procedure themselves.

To Whom It May Concern #2,

Instead of paying for a haircut that I don't want/need, please pay for the services of a mobile vet. I cannot drive and my furred managers aren't allowed on public transportation (too many people have :kitty: allergies, some are so severe that the person could die.) Tovarish hasn't been to a vet in years due to my inability to drive, and the closest vet is at least a mile away; try to juggle three rambunctious :kitty:s while walking a mile. I Texas triple dog dare you to do that.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
Shoot, I do drive and our Jackie hasn't been to a vet in years. Last time I took him was for a simple rabies vaccine. They ended up performing an unnecessary, unauthorized procedure that cost me $800! Never did get what I came for. Time before that, I took the cat we use to have in for emergency care when he was gravely ill. After several tests, they announced he was suffering from kidney failure and suggested we put him down. When I declined, they suggested I at least let them give him something for the pain. I agreed and was slapped with an $800 bill that time as well! That cat died on the way home just as I was pulling into our driveway. Come to find out, they had given him a lethal dose of pain medication normally reserved only for dogs! Damn crooks the lot of them.
 
Namaste Jesus said:
Shoot, I do drive and our Jackie hasn't been to a vet in years. Last time I took him was for a simple rabies vaccine. They ended up performing an unnecessary, unauthorized procedure that cost me $800! Never did get what I came for. Time before that, I took the cat we use to have in for emergency care when he was gravely ill. After several tests, they announced he was suffering from kidney failure and suggested we put him down. When I declined, they suggested I at least let them give him something for the pain. I agreed and was slapped with an $800 bill that time as well! That cat died on the way home just as I was pulling into our driveway. Come to find out, they had given him a lethal dose of pain medication normally reserved only for dogs! Damn crooks the lot of them.
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Crooks, no. Murderers, yes. /humble opinion

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
The phrase, "Money Grubbing Sacks of Crapola" comes to mind. I'm sure there must be some very good, honest veterinarians out there. I just haven't run across any yet....
 
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To Whom It May Concern,

I told you that my trio will undergo declawing (an elective/unnecessary surgery) if you undergo the human equivalent.

You refuse, saying that it's cruel to do that to a human (read: torture.)

And you think that it's less of a torture for :kitty:s, especially when it comes to the required litterbox?

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine said:
To Whom It May Concern,

I told you that my trio will undergo declawing (an elective/unnecessary surgery) if you undergo the human equivalent.

You refuse, saying that it's cruel to do that to a human (read: torture.)

And you think that it's less of a torture for :kitty:s, especially when it comes to the required litterbox?

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
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Ever notice the odd gait some declawed cats have? What most people don't realized is, declawing not only involves removing the claw, but amputating the last joint of the toe!:eek:
 
Namaste Jesus said:
Ever notice the odd gait some declawed cats have? What most people don't realized is, declawing not only involves removing the claw, but amputating the last joint of the toe!:eek:
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I remember the last :kitty: my older sister had (she was declawed) would sleep in her litterbox instead of using it for its actual purpose. The "cage" was used instead (ruined several towels that were "required" to line the habitat) because the litter was too uncomfortable for her to scratch even though it was a fine granulation.

Nobody else in my family declaw/s/ed any :kitty:s. Hell, the only time I'll have a declawed :kitty: is if their previous staff did that to them!

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
I was summoned to jury duty this morning. It was my first time. I didn't know what to expect. I was hoping the jury selection would be done in chambers, and potential jurors would be interviewed by attorneys, maybe 3 or 4 interviewers to one jury candidate. Instead, I find everything will be done in a court full of people. There is the judge, at least 3 attorneys, a bailiff, court recorders... There are some spectators also, and quite a few potential jurors (we are asked to answer a roll call, in alphabetical order - lot of names were called). One of the defendants is even present. In all there was probably close to a hundred people in the room. We are told that during questioning, we should stand, state our names, and then answer the questions. I could feel the panic welling up within. I think about bolting a couple of times but my mind overrides the impulse. I feel a little nauseous.

I have several excuses that I plan to present, but I'm not sure how it will come out. Pretty sure my voice will shake, but don't know how bad. Not even sure how coherent the thoughts will be. Excuses: I have a disabled brother at home, high blood pressure, and under certain circumstances, I'm a rather severe social phobic. I might be too nervous in court to even hear the facts of the case. I reckon I might also mention the dysthymic depression, if necessary.

Then things begin to be taken out of my hands. Two of the three cases under consideration are drug related. The questioning attorney asks for hands of those who have issues with drugs, whether personal or through relatives/friends. (I believe he is seeking those who can be impartial in these cases). Several hands come up and they tell their stories. Mine is the last to come up. Somehow, and I'm not sure how, a moment of clarity is given to me. I tell what I have seen, how chronic pain and prescription drugs often turn into something. else, something more serious. Here I'm talking about meth and heroin -- deadly stuff that can completely alter the personality of the user. There is also prescription pill peddling: selling, trading, buying. I've been rubbing shoulders with users for several years now, have seen the manipulation, the lying, the stealing. I have also seen the suffering, which is always there, and the fact that there is no easy answer. Addiction which is both physiological and pyschological is a tough nut to crack.

So I tell the attorney that I've seen too much suffering, that it has all become a huge gray area for me. He questions me further... Essentially can I make an impartial judgement in a drug case. My answer is that I don't know, but it's possible I will go against the state in favor of the defendant. (I actually don't know what I would do, but I'm pretty sure I would be a liability to the case). The attorney looks to the judge, the judge looks to me: "You may be excused". I mumble thanks and leave the courtroom.

I leave, not sure if I have shirked my civic duty or not. Perhaps I am losing the ability to judge other people, perhaps my path will no longer require it. I know some must do the job, but possibly I am no longer one of those people.

Sorry for the long post... This is not really a rant per se, but I had no other place to put it.
 
Last time I got summonsed, I just wrote a note outlining my health issues and how stress worsened it and had my doctor sign it. Mailed it in along with the notice requesting a postponement. Within a week, request granted.:)
 
stranger said:
I was summoned to jury duty this morning. It was my first time. I didn't know what to expect. I was hoping the jury selection would be done in chambers, and potential jurors would be interviewed by attorneys, maybe 3 or 4 interviewers to one jury candidate. Instead, I find everything will be done in a court full of people. There is the judge, at least 3 attorneys, a bailiff, court recorders... There are some spectators also, and quite a few potential jurors (we are asked to answer a roll call, in alphabetical order - lot of names were called). One of the defendants is even present. In all there was probably close to a hundred people in the room. We are told that during questioning, we should stand, state our names, and then answer the questions. I could feel the panic welling up within. I think about bolting a couple of times but my mind overrides the impulse. I feel a little nauseous.

I have several excuses that I plan to present, but I'm not sure how it will come out. Pretty sure my voice will shake, but don't know how bad. Not even sure how coherent the thoughts will be. Excuses: I have a disabled brother at home, high blood pressure, and under certain circumstances, I'm a rather severe social phobic. I might be too nervous in court to even hear the facts of the case. I reckon I might also mention the dysthymic depression, if necessary.

Then things begin to be taken out of my hands. Two of the three cases under consideration are drug related. The questioning attorney asks for hands of those who have issues with drugs, whether personal or through relatives/friends. (I believe he is seeking those who can be impartial in these cases). Several hands come up and they tell their stories. Mine is the last to come up. Somehow, and I'm not sure how, a moment of clarity is given to me. I tell what I have seen, how chronic pain and prescription drugs often turn into something. else, something more serious. Here I'm talking about meth and heroin -- deadly stuff that can completely alter the personality of the user. There is also prescription pill peddling: selling, trading, buying. I've been rubbing shoulders with users for several years now, have seen the manipulation, the lying, the stealing. I have also seen the suffering, which is always there, and the fact that there is no easy answer. Addiction which is both physiological and pyschological is a tough nut to crack.

So I tell the attorney that I've seen too much suffering, that it has all become a huge gray area for me. He questions me further... Essentially can I make an impartial judgement in a drug case. My answer is that I don't know, but it's possible I will go against the state in favor of the defendant. (I actually don't know what I would do, but I'm pretty sure I would be a liability to the case). The attorney looks to the judge, the judge looks to me: "You may be excused". I mumble thanks and leave the courtroom.

I leave, not sure if I have shirked my civic duty or not. Perhaps I am losing the ability to judge other people, perhaps my path will no longer require it. I know some must do the job, but possibly I am no longer one of those people.

Sorry for the long post... This is not really a rant per se, but I had no other place to put it.
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This is a worthy thread for your post. I hope they release you from duty.
 
Namaste Jesus said:
Last time I got summonsed, I just wrote a note outlining my health issues and how stress worsened it and had my doctor sign it. Mailed it in along with the notice requesting a postponement. Within a week, request granted.:)
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Ah... Sounds like you made short work of that summons. Much better than having to appear. :)
 
Quite interesting to hear your story.

Simple enough (not including social phobias) to tell the truth regarding their questions. I am all about jury nullification for bad laws which is within the law and I've told them. Made it in the courtroom onced....didn't make it passed opening arguments before a jury dismissal due to continuance.

Gladly go sit at jury duty everytime called.
 
I've been called three times and served twice. Neither went longer than a day. First time I was really nervous. Second time I was only nervous about ending up on a long case.
 
I was "called" for jury duty once (didn't actually sit) but my late mother served twice (ended up being an alternate both times.)

It was ironic that a friend of the family had her name chosen for not one, but two cases, one after the other. I mean, right when she left for one, her name was called for a subsequent case! I just sat, waiting for something other than the book that I was reading.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
To Whom It May Concern,

Your event is low on the totem pole of importance. I had already rescheduled one doctor's appointment twice (once from Tuesday to Thursday, then from Thursday to Friday because of a higher priority doctor's appointment [cardiology trumps "checking under the bonnet, iykwim, and a stupid cookout is trumped by both].)

By the way, my Friday appointment is in the opposite direction of the cookout, and most of the people that are going to be there I tolerate. Barely.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
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