Random thing you loathe right now.

Our last home’s street number was 6661.

Those sixes seem to freak everyone out. I constantly had to repeat and correct that address, and all I could come up with is subconsciously, they were avoiding writing it out.

Perfect home for our first pup, Crowley, named after the demons from Good Omens and Supernatural. He was also perfectly born on Friday 13th.

Also, here is a pic of Crowley I took because he was crying. He dropped his bone, and despite getting stuck on the blanket, it was just too far out of reach. The video of it is pretty funny.

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Need more Crowley in the post picture of your pet thread.

SallyNasty wrote:
Danjo Olivaw wrote:
Clumber wrote:

My random loathe, which is nothing new for me is my gd house number. My street number is 16A. Which would be fine if it were an apartment unit or part of the building that is #16. No, I live in the house between 16 and 18. The regular UPS and Fedex guy have figured it out. I can't seem to do anything to get Amazon Logistics to correctly deliver packages. The second line of my address is "Brown house between 16 & 18". It doesn't help.

I'm right there with you. Accidentally moved in across the hall from my doppelganger - same last name, the feminine equivalent of my first name, and an address number that's just two digits transposed. And we have the same kind of car, so when the first mixup was a notice of their car being towed, it took me forever to figure out I'd opened the wrong mail.

This sounds like the perfect setup for a romantic comedy!

Ew.

Ew.

Jayhawker wrote:

Our last home’s street number was 6661.

Those sixes seem to freak everyone out. I constantly had to repeat and correct that address, and all I could come up with is subconsciously, they were avoiding writing it out.

Perfect home for our first pup, Crowley, named after the demons from Good Omens and Supernatural. He was also perfectly born on Friday 13th.

Also, here is a pic of Crowley I took because he was crying. He dropped his bone, and despite getting stuck on the blanket, it was just too far out of reach. The video of it is pretty funny.

OMG Crowley is SO CUTE!!! I love the name and the house address...so fitting! <3 <3

Clumber wrote:

My random loathe, which is nothing new for me is my gd house number. My street number is 16A. Which would be fine if it were an apartment unit or part of the building that is #16. No, I live in the house between 16 and 18. The regular UPS and Fedex guy have figured it out. I can't seem to do anything to get Amazon Logistics to correctly deliver packages. The second line of my address is "Brown house between 16 & 18". It doesn't help.

This is a shame. Your neighbor should be 16A and you 16B. I suppose there’s nothing to be done about it now. Get real friendly with your neighbor in 16 and see if they’re ok with you checking the front porch from time to time. Give them your cel number and see if they’ll text you if they find your stuff on their porch.

Caroline Flack, has been found dead at her home. She was due to stand trial for the alleged abuse and assault of her boyfriend. It is suspected, although yet to be confirmed, that she took her own life. (It has since been reported that her lawyer has confirmed the suicide.)

It raises concerns once more surrounding trial by the media, and social media, with the effects this can have on the mental health of those at the centre of it. Her career was in tatters. Online commentators, and media voices, had tarred and feathered her since the news broke.

There has been an outpouring of grief and outrage. She was a popular figure and now people want consequences for those who spread allegations and harrassed her online.

I loathe this aspect of our social media age. If not for the ease of spreading allegations and the far reaching backlash many people may have lived on and came through rehabilitation.

Sandy’s hot dog restaurants have all closed because owner retired. They had really yummy slaw dogs and great ice cream. I’m sad.

Apps having to have a notification always on to work.

Also that I want a nice new Pixel phone, but not all the "evil megacorporation that is Google" that comes with it. Sigh.

A bunch of people at work agreeing on what looks like a dangerously wrong decision and feeling like I won't be able to talk them out of it.

My daughter has had a bit of a fever and been tired, grumpy and whatnot for what is now three days. That's reason enough for a loathe, but just now I opened up the news and the first story is that a kid in my state has died from a disease that has almost the exact same symptoms as my daughter has. Now, it's extremely unlikely to be what my daughter has given that a) she's vaccinated against it, b) it's super hard to catch, and c) she'd be doing a lot worse by now if she had it, but I still worry.

When it's me it's all "no worries, I'll be right", but when it's my daughter I turn into an anxious hypochondriac. The hospital didn't seem to concerned about it over the phone, but we're taking her to the doctor regardless.

Yeah. That parental panic sneaks into your head very quickly and quietly.

I feel that. My daughter or son are still real little so when they get sick, it's a big worry. My wife is separated from her family and English isn't her first language so she gets extra concerned. We at least live directly across from the hospital and haven't had any major scares.

My 15yo son is suffering from some pretty heavy OCD issues and there’s just about nothing that I can do to help him feel better. I keep getting that parental panic. I’m Dad and dads like to fix things. Dads are supposed to fix things. I know it’s stereotyping the male parental role, but some of us are hardwired that way.

The only thing that I’ve found that seems to help a little is to sit next to him while he does his homework at the dining table and read a book while he does his homework.

Far less worrying than the family and work-related loathes up thread.

I have a laptop and sometimes when on Holliday I want to use the non-work time to play games.

Time and again I can't play any of the single-player games I want to because they insist I need an internet connection. (Technically they don't actually need to be online to work).

I thought I'd discovered a workaround today by temporarily tethering my phone and using phone data to log in and (presumably) verifying ownership. I proceed to play my rpg for an hour. Explore, level up, then promptly get booted from the game without even the option to save because I wasn't online.

I'm guessing these games come with small print somewhere saying you need to pay for internet access in order to play them?

Is he under psychiatric treatment, Rawk? I'm OCD, and it's a hell of a lot easier to handle with a good therapist. (Because it's beneficial to my job, I don't touch it with drugs, your son may be deeper into it than I am of course.)

Good luck. I've recently come to understand how annoying some of it can be to the people around me, and that's an uncomfortable realization. A loathe, if you will.

Report card comment writing. Goddamn but this is a futile exercise in following a prescribed script that isn't going to spit out a damned bit of useful information, either for parents or for students.

Robear wrote:

Is he under psychiatric treatment, Rawk? I'm OCD, and it's a hell of a lot easier to handle with a good therapist. (Because it's beneficial to my job, I don't touch it with drugs, your son may be deeper into it than I am of course.)

Good luck. I've recently come to understand how annoying some of it can be to the people around me, and that's an uncomfortable realization. A loathe, if you will.

Thanks for concern. It’s a somewhat recent development. Though we realize now that it’s probably always been there, it’s only fairly recently that it’s become overtly disruptive. It’s a tricky form of OCD called scrupulosity, which sounds like an extremely conscientious online travel agency, but is not nearly as benign.

I have great medical insurance, but when it comes to psychiatry they only cover quacks, so we are spending exorbitant amounts of money to try to get him the help he needs. It’s coming along slowly but at least we’re making progress.

Yeah, been there, done that. Sometimes you can talk the insurance company into covering a course of treatment. But from my experience, however you pay for it, it's worth it. Thank whatever you like for SSRIs, they really do help.

Oh yeah, almost forgot. Check with the coding people at the doctor's office, to see if there are similar categories of diagnosis that your insurance will accept. If so, they can literally change the diagnosis to one your company will take, and hey presto! You're covered.

For example, here are some diagnostic codes from the ICD-10:
F411 Generalized anxiety disorder F413 Other mixed anxiety disorders F418 Other specified anxiety disorders F419 Anxiety disorder, unspecified F422 Mixed obsessional thoughts and acts F423 Hoarding disorder F424 Excoriation (skin-picking) disorder F428 Other obsessive-compulsive disorder F429 Obsessive-compulsive disorder, unspecified

As you can see, they are very similar. Some insurance companies will, seemingly arbitrarily, cover F428 but not F429, so the docs have to know that about that company. Or maybe they will accept F422 instead of F428. The office can try submitting under different codes, or just call up and ask, and perhaps they can find one that the doctor can ethically cite that the company accepts.

(Guess how I learned this lol...)

Note that I'm using ICD-10 as an example, not sure what the standard is where you are today.

RawkGWJ wrote:

It’s a tricky form of OCD called scrupulosity, which sounds like an extremely conscientious online travel agency, but is not nearly as benign.

I hadn't heard of this before, but it sounds extremely familiar. I'm so sorry that your son is struggling with this.

ClockworkHouse wrote:
RawkGWJ wrote:

It’s a tricky form of OCD called scrupulosity, which sounds like an extremely conscientious online travel agency, but is not nearly as benign.

I hadn't heard of this before, but it sounds extremely familiar. I'm so sorry that your son is struggling with this.

Thanks.

Scrupulosity and it’s symptoms pose quite a conundrum. The details and treatment of it are pretty interesting, but it’s one hell of a dilemma to find yourself in.

We are taking the slow and necessary steps toward finding the right medication. Hopefully my boy can get some relief soon.

Opening the dishwasher after it's done cleaning, and finding a spoon that still had peanut butter on it

MaxShrek wrote:

Opening the dishwasher after it's done cleaning, and finding a spoon that still had peanut butter on it

And then you have to wash the spoon by hand and, oh crap, now your hands smell like peanut butter and DEAR GOD JUST MAKE IT STOP

MaxShrek wrote:

Opening the dishwasher after it's done cleaning, and finding a spoon that still had peanut butter on it

I'm gonna say that the real loathe is sharing a dishwasher with someone who has yet to learn that peanut butter is dishwasher-proof.

Dried egg yolk, too. You could build the dishwasher's walls out of that stuff and it would last for decades.

Agathos wrote:

Dried egg yolk, too. You could build the dishwasher's walls out of that stuff and it would last for decades.

Our dishwasher dates from the early 80s, and as such, it (a) consumes approximately the same amount of electricity as a fully operational Death Star and (b) cleans literally everything with the one notable exception of peanut butter. Egg yolks are no match for it.

My wife makes smoothies with spinach and chia seeds. She's been banned from putting her cups in the dishwasher.

MaxShrek wrote:

Opening the dishwasher after it's done cleaning, and finding a spoon that still had peanut butter on it

Good news! That peanut butter is super clean now. Go ahead and just eat it.

PaladinTom wrote:

My wife makes smoothies with spinach and chia seeds. She's been banned from putting her cups in the dishwasher.

It would be fine if my wife rinsed her smoothie glasses as soon as she's done? But instead she lets them dry into roman cement my dishwasher can't hope to put a dent in.

My dishwasher loathe is that sometimes if you go too long without using it, anything trapped inside from previous washings start smelling very sour. I sometimes need to make sure I run the dishwasher even if I don't really need to run it for that reason. I just reuse the same small set of dishes every day so rarely need the dishwasher at all.

I still do the washing up by hand. I feel prehistoric.