Dan....thanks for the info....sorry that happened to you. Yikes!

Michelle, first off: welcome to LCE! Secondly, I almost had to stand and shout when I read your post about "Childless people who feel the need to educate me on what's best for my children."

I SOOOOOOO AGREE!! Trust me, there is nothing wrong with being single and/or childless. In my next life, I plan to be both! LOL! Anyway, I never gave advice to anyone before I had a kid....didn't figure I was qualified. Neither of my 2 sisters EVER venture to offer any child-rearing tips...WHY, you ask? Because neither of them have children.

YET, my husband's (childless, childish) sister (She's legally my sister-in-law, but I'd rather leave her belonging to HIM!) CONTINUALLY tells us what we should do, how we should do it, etc. And when my DD had a bit of a medical scare this summer, she interrogated DH on what we had done so far and what the doctors were doing, etc. SHUT UP!!! No one asked you, Wiotch! God forgive me, but I absolutely HATE that woman. There is not enough time left in this lifetime and enough bandwidth on the entire internet for me to tell you all about the stuff that horrible wench has put me through and done to me over the last 10 years. And she has the GALL to think she has a clue about what's best for my child? HER being out of my child's life would be a good start.

Sorry for the rant. When I think of her, I just want to scream! She is one of those people who either knows everything or has a "friend who works there, been there, or done that". AAAARGH!!

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Thanks for the welcome, Maxibee!

For me, it's my friend that won't shut up! We spent Christmas together, and my oldest daughter got an upset stomach. She was *certain* that my daughter was faking the whole thing for attention. She also insists that I potty train my two year old at once, and has even offered to buy some training pants for her. My two year-old had two kidney surgeries, one of which was in November. She has bladder "issues" already, not to mention, SHE'S ONLY TWO! She's not ready for the potty yet, and I don't need her to be ready. We can wait another year if she wants. Oh, and she told me my daughter needed to be treated for ADHD, because, as she put it, "At seven years old, I was sleeping a lot and not as hyper as her." Whatever. When it comes to parenting, I take a pretty laid-back approach. I do not run to the doctor every time one of my kiddos sneezes or has the runs, because I know how to treat those ailments at home. Don't you love the people that are all about spending your life in the doctor's waiting room? Yeah, me either. My girls play with Barbies and Bratz, matchbox cars and legos, makeup and mud, markers and crayons, and strings and boxes. I don't obsess over their interests, I don't force them into activities that they don't enjoy. I don't want or need anyone to tell me what to do with my babies. DH and I made them, and I think we're doing a pretty darn god job of raising them. (I especially think this after I've been out in public with them, and they are the most well-mannered children in the store.) <grin> So to all of those well-intentioned individuals offereing their advice, I say plug it. Until they've BTDT, I don't want to hear it. :P
OK, my rant is done.

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My pet peeve at this very moment. If you call a place of business and need to discuss something with an account manger, for God's sake, ASK for the account manager and don't tell the person who answers the general phone line -- me -- your entire story. I've got other calls to answer and route to other people, and I really could give a flying fart what you wanna talk about, so just ask for a dang person and lemme transfer your butt to that person and stop yammering in my ear.

Next?

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April

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Or how about this one April,

You ask them if they wish to be transfered to so and so's voice mail, but the caller insists on telling you the message!

I didn't ask to take a message, I asked if you wanted voice mail!

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Yeah, April, we get the same here in our little office. We let the Social Security Rep use our building twice a month, and people call us all the time, giving us their life story, and how do they get Social Security, or a replacement card? I have to bite my tongue and not be rude, and tell them we just let him use our building, I don't work for SS, I don't know how to answer their question, they can come and wait in line and see HIM and ask HIM.

We also have people call for the other housing manager who takes care of the voucher program (I do public housing). When I say she's out, they ALWAYS say, "Well, maybe you can help me." Sometimes I can, if it's about the program in general, but I can't reschedule their appointment, or tell them why their rent changed. I don't work their files, I don't know.

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Nita

Someone from my bank rang home today and my son rang me at work. The number they left went to one of those computer queues with nine options to choose from. Did the caller tell my son which option to choose - no, I had to guess. Luckily I guessed right but usually I won't wait to hear NINE options.

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Yeah, and here's another one that just frosts my cookies...

There's an entirely separate business next door. Sure, they're in the steel industry -- just like us -- but they are in no way affiliated with us except that they happen to be one of our customers -- next door.

Phone rings.
Me: Ohio-Kentucky Steel.

Caller: Oh, this isn't Faurecia Exhaust Systems?

Me: (in my head) No, you dolt. I just answered the phone as: "Ohio-Kentucky Steel. Does that even REMOTELY sound like Faurecia?"

Me: (for real) No, this is Ohio-Kentucky Steel.

Caller: Well, I'm trying to get in touch with Faurecia.

Me: (dead silence and in my head saying: "And this means to me?....")

Caller: Do you happen to know their phone number?

What the hell do I look like, directory assistance?!!!!

Me: Uh....no. This is not the company you're looking for. (Said like Obi-Wan Kenobi: "These are not the droids you're looking for...")

See, I DO have their number, but they also have a phone book since they found OUR number, so let them look THAT number up.

Yeesh.

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April

The face of a child can say a lot -- especially the mouth part of the face.

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I love this thread. One of my pet peeves is restaurants that you have to walk through the smoking section to get to the non-smoking section or the salad bar.

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And then there's the customers who call.

Customer: May I speak with Larry Mull, please?

Me: Sure. I'll transfer you.

So, I transfer the call to extension 34. Apparently Larry's either on the phone or away from his desk (as his voice mail message indicates -- so leave a dang message, idiot.)

But, Nooooooooooooo. The customer calls me again.

Customer: Um, Larry's not answering his phone.

Me: (in my head) THEN LEAVE A FREAKIN' VOICE MAIL, AS HIS MEASSAGE INDICATES!

Me: (for real) Would you like to leave a message?

Customer: No. I wanna talk to Larry.

Me: (just for spite, I transfer the call again)

Customer calls back: Would you PLEASE page Larry Mull? He's NOT answering his phone!

Me: That's because he's on a call with another customer. Would you PLEASE leave a voice mail, and he'll return your call!

What part about voice mail don't these people get? I mean, the guys at work ALWAYS return a call within moments, and I'm NOT taking a hand-written message and then trotting down the hallway to put it on their desks. THAT'S WHY WE HAVE VOICE MAIL! Hello!!!!

ARRGGGHHHH!!

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April

The face of a child can say a lot -- especially the mouth part of the face.

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Oh, April, I thought I was the only one who got the dummies! Our # is one digit different from one of the banks. So when I clearly answer "Housing Authority", I hear,
"Is this the bank?" Yes, the new Housing Authority Bank, would you like to open an account? I'll be glad to take your money!

I also hate when I have to call Adult Protective Services, and his voice mail box is FULL! Someone needs to check that man's messages once in awhile.

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Nita

i once called the crisis hotline in phoenix, the operator told me i had to put in a quarter .... i didnt have one..

true story

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The word... For ! People never ever pronounce it with an 'O'... they say it with a
'U'..like cat fur. Even people who have had training in public speaking, and English teachers.

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LOL... I could go on for days about mispronounced words... I live in Texas for crying out loud! And now I do it too... and I use to have such nice grammar and pronunciation... I still do... on the PHONE!

I'm fixin to go WARSH the dishes now... LOL!
Did you see them shiny new WINDERS at the house up the road?

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When I lived in Kentucky, we talked like this:

"Asberry, GIT yer butt up to the top o' the 'proach and look down yonder to the 'tater patch and holler to me if them arsh taters are pokin' up yet."

Translation...

"Asberry, get your butt up to the top of the driveway and look over into the potato field and then let me know if the Irish potatoes (white potatoes -- as opposed to sweet potatoes) have sprouted yet."

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April

The face of a child can say a lot -- especially the mouth part of the face.

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Yeah, Katie, it took me a long time to get used to the way things are pronounced around here. We never have a drought, it's a drouth. You write with a pin, and that thing you use to fasten your hem up when it comes out is a safety pee-un. You walk a mall at the mall, not a mile. You sing nondy non bottles of beer on the wall. And the first year we lived here, they advertised h*ll insurance on the radio. (Hail insurance). I had supposed it was either insurance for divine salvation, or car insurance for those who drove like h*ll.

They even mispronounce the town names around here. No one can say Goldthwaite, it's Golwait. Pedernales is Perdanales. Pontotoc in Pontioc. Ruidoso, New Mexico is Riadosa.

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