Thinkin', Bitchin' & Nursin'

Ugh! Pennies!!!

Who here has ever been in a hurry and just wanted a quick coffee from McDonald’s on their way to wherever they have to go? Well, I am a hospice nurse. In fact, I am the weekend on-call nurse. This means that I get called out any time of the day or night, from Friday afternoon at 4:00 p.m. straight up until Monday morning at 8:00 a.m. I love what I do! BUT…first thing in the morning…
I mean, sometimes I am called out after only four hours of sleep, like at 4:00 in the morning, with only a few hours of sleep.
A couple of weekends ago, I was called out at about 9:00 at night on Friday night only to get home at about 1:30 in the morning. Then I was called out Saturday morning at 5:30 a.m. Believe me, I was tired. No problem. (I usually whine at our triage nurse when she calls about how I haven’t gotten enough sleep, then bitch while I’m getting ready, but then settle down once I’m in the car LOL!)

So I head on down the road thinking, “I’ll stop and get a coffee at McDonald’s…”

I pull up behind this brand new Kia…

In fact, the plate was still a cardboard temporary plate! Beautiful new Kia Sorento. And the lady was leaning out the window trying to bargain price her breakfast!

McDs: “Hello, welcome to McDonald’s, may I take your order?”KIA LADY: “Yes, I’d like to get two Sausage Biscuits, two hash browns, hold on…how much will that cost so far?”McDs: “$5.85.”KIA LADY: “Ok…wait a minute…ok…how much would it be if you add two Big Breakfasts to that?”

McDs: “$12.85.”

KIA LADY: “Hold on…ummmmm…ok…wait a minute…ummmm…”

ME: “OH COME ON!!! I JUST WANT COFFEE!!!”

KIA LADY: “Ok, how much are the Big Breakfasts if you just give us pancakes and sausage and one biscuit?”

McDs: “It’s the same. We can’t change the price of the Big Breakfast if you alter it.”

KIA LADY: “How much is an order of pancakes then?”

McDs: “Well, if you get just pancakes then it’s $1,50.”

KIA LADY: “If you add sausage to that?”

McDs: “Then it’s a Big Breakfast price.”

KIA LADY: “How about if I just get a couple of Sausage Biscuits with the pancakes?”

McDs: “Then it would be $3.00 for two orders of pancakes and another $2.00 for the two Sausage Biscuits.”

KIA LADY: “Ummmm ok….wait a minute….ok….and my total would be?”

McDs: “$10.85.”

ME: “HELLOOOOOOOOOO!!! I NEED COFFEE!!!”

KIA LADY: “Hmmmm…and how much is another hashbrown?”

McDs: “$1.00.”

KIA LADY: “Ok, add one more hashbrown. That’s it. Can I have a total?”

ME:

McDs: “Ok, your total is 11.85, please pull around.”

I get to the window and am just….UGH!! I am really pissed off at this point because I should have been able to zip into line, get a coffee, and zippity-do-dah my ass right out.

McDs: “Welcome to McDonald’s, may I take your order?”

ME: “I’d like a large coffee.”

McDs: “Any cream or sugar with that?”

ME: “No thank you.”

McDs: “Your total is $1.80, please pull around.”

So I pull around, and I have to wait, and wait and wait….and wait………………….still waiting…..

The guy behind the window finally opens the window and what do I see?

Yep.

No lie!

So I chuckled and said, “Wow, I bet you’re glad I just ordered a coffee, huh?”

Geez.

Some people have no sense of humor! (Of course, I was the one who was just recently screaming at the top of my lungs inside my closed car because I had to wait for coffee!)

So I handed him my debit card (HAHA!) to pay for my $1.80 coffee and went on my merry way! If I’d have had more time, I would have started counting the pennies in the center console of my car 🙂 This guy would have had a stroke!

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That’s Some Bull-Caca!!

I love my family. In fact, I am sure no one loves my family more than me. But when you are pushing 50 years old and have some goals, and you know you had your children young enough that you shouldn’t have to be supporting them, well…you get a little irritable when you are still supporting your children and can’t meet your well-planned goals.

My husband and I have planned for a few years now to put a house out on some property we bought land-contract a few years back. However, things don’t seem to be going our way. First, he had to foreclose on his house. We couldn’t afford the adjustable mortgage payments when the mortgage business took a hit. We were supporting seven people on only his income as I was unemployed. The bank foreclosed, the house was sold at less than a 1/3 of what was owed, and he ended up filing bankruptcy. My credit took a hit when I couldn’t afford to stay completely on time with my car payments. Oh, I ended up paying off the car last year, but my credit is screwed right now because of that particular bank (cough-WellsFargo-cough-cough).

Anyhow, trying to clean this mess up and shove as much money as possible in the bank just isn’t enough when you are supporting your son and his wife and your grandson. Nothing is happening as quick as I’d like. NOTHING.

No matter how hard I work. No matter how many hours. No matter how good my two-week paycheck is, and there have been some great ones, I just can’t seem to cut it. And should it happen that we cannot do this house thing this year, my own father is going to enjoy himself one big “I told you so!” because he insists we won’t ever be able to get a house anyhow due to the foreclosure. Funny, that won’t be it at all. Why? Because if my credit were better, I make enough to buy the house myself!


Maybe it’s time to forget about putting a house on the property, and start shopping for a home that someone is willing to rent to own to us instead. Then we can make payments and save at the same time, and eventually buy what we are renting. I don’t know. I need land. That’s the big issue. I don’t want a small lot. We could save the land we bought for something else someday. Hell, we could turn around and sell it when the time is right. I don’t know.

I only know that my dreams feel like they are crumbling, and my while talking to my daughter-in-law, she acted as if she didn’t give a shit. I’m sure she doesn’t. She has as much as said that she didn’t care about other people and their problems. I have no doubt I fall in that category because I keep talking about her getting a job. Well, she needs to work and stop being a slug.


If I have to put up with anymore of my daughter-in-law’s bullshit, I am going to need a lawyer. Why? Because she has an attitude that anyone would love to slap out of her. And having to put up with that attitude on a daily basis? That’s some bull-caca!!

My sister, Terry, over at Oh For Pete’s Sake! has bothered me to get back into blogging, and I just had so much going on that I didn’t have anything to write about. Seriously, I was working full time, and even switched jobs twice during the past year. While I worked full time, I obtained my Bachelor’s Degree. I really have had a full plate.
However, after having finished school, as I do every time I have time on my hands, I decided to start taking care of business so to speak. I went through our filing cabinet and got rid of the junk. I paid off some bills. I filed what all had to be filed away (after blowing the dust off the pile, of course). My desk was clean!
Once I take care of my OWN business, I usually find someone to help out. Well, the other day, I decided to help my youngest son out by filling out an online form for health insurance for he and his wife. Only, once I filled in the information to get the quote, it wanted a name, address, and phone number. I gave these people mine. I figured I would get some things in the mail, right?
I pressed that button…

…yeah. Get My Quote.
You know what that button should have said?
FML!!!

That’s right!
I swear to God and the Holy Grail, and I have witnesses, as soon as I pressed that “Get My Quote” button, my cell phone rang four times in a row! I would answer one call, and my call waiting would beep, and I would answer that, and then it would beep again!

WTF!?!
PHONE: “Oh LORD, WON’T YOU buy me a MERCEDES Benz…”
ME: “Hello?”
HIM: “Hello, is this Kat?”
ME: “Yes.”
HIM: “Hi, Kat, this is Bob from SaveOnInsurance.com. I am calling you to discuss the various plans we have available for you. Can I verify some information?”
ME: “No, Bob, you may not. I did not want any phone calls. I was just trying to get an idea of what health insurance would cost my son and his wife. I saw that number online, and am satisfied enough for now.”
HIM: CLICK.
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PHONE: “Oh LORD, WON’T YOU buy me a MERCEDES Benz…”
ME: “Hello?”
HER: “Hi, Kat?”
ME: “Yes…”
HER: “This is Maria with InsuranceSavings online. I have some quotes for you!”
ME: “Maria, I am not interested in quotes today. I just filled out the forms to get information for my son.”
HER: “Oh, is he home?”
ME: “NO!” CLICK!
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PHONE: “Oh LORD, WON’T YOU buy me a MERCEDES Benz…”
ME: (Answering phone with huge sigh) “Hello?”
HER: “Hello, Kat?”
ME: “Yes…”
HER: “I am calling on behalf of RobYourWalletInsurance.com. Can I go over your quote request? I have some questions about the information you entered…”
ME: “Listen, obviously you can TELL from my voice that I am NOT a 24-year-old male and probably do NOT have a wife (although one would be good to have once in a while!). I am ALSO not 6’4″ and do NOT weigh 280 lbs.! And I am NOT interested in a quote! I was just trying to get information for my son.”
HER: “Oh. Is HE married?”
ME: “Yes, but that doesn’t matter! The information I wanted was online and I saw what I needed to see and when the time comes for him to shop for insurance, he will have the information he needs.”
HER: “Did you go with someone else, then?”
ME: CLICK!
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And on and on these calls kept coming. In fact, I received five more calls today and it’s been over 24 hours since I filled out the form! Thank the Powers that Be that I didn’t put my son’s phone number in that form!! He would have KILLED me! HA!
So I got to thinking. Wouldn’t it be fun if every form you filled out on the internet got you that kind of service? Like, what about this one:

Can you imagine pressing the button and having the FBI on the phone and the feds at their door immediately? WOW!

What about this one?
KABLAM!
Hot, steaming pizza is now on the table!!
Wouldn’t THAT be convenient?
All I’m saying is that the world would be a better place, and the internet would be much more fun, if when we filled out a form, only the good things came quickly. Uninvited shit should remain just that! No where on that form did it say, “Call me!”
Delusional bullhockey?
I think NOT!

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