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Same old same old, and well books.
Thanks for the responses to the last post. (I know people are reading, but at times, I guess, I want the interaction? I'll go back and respond later.
Been in a mood all day - yet another run-in with the CPAP. It's aggravated me to no end. So much so, I vented to various co-workers about it.)
Me vs. the CPAP Machine Round 3?
Well, I was informed today by the people who supply the CPAP machine that if I don't start using the device - my insurance will stop paying for it.
Also, the mystery of why distilled water is required was solved - apparently its to ensure the safeguarding of the machine. Non-distilled water will harm the machine - kind of like with humidifiers. The amount of plastic used in medical devices is alarming by the way - most of this machine is made of plastic. The mask is plastic. The distilled water is plastic.
I was called during my lunch break by the CPAP machine guy, Edwin. Who kept telling me that he wasn't with Adapt Health which supplies the machine, but by the maker of the Machine.
ME: So you're basically just concerned about whether I'm using it, it was delivered and it works?
Edwin: Pretty much. Why aren't you?
ME: How do you know?
Edwin: It supplies data.
Anyhow that's how I got this latest information. According to my mother one of her friends - paid $800 to get rid of the machine. I've been told that I have to use it for a month, then at the end of it, with a doctor's note to the insurance company and supply company, I can get rid of the machine.
But I have to get the doctor to approve it first.
Babs wanted to know why I did the test if I didn't want to use the machine.
Because I'm dumb? Or I thought I'd get a different outcome? I don't know.
Both Sci-fi Co-worker and Leon told me they'd tried it for about two weeks or so, and sent it back. It didn't work for them. This is not boding well for my use of it.
Edwin: So you going to use the machine tonight?
Me: No. I don't have any distilled water. Unless I can use something else -
Edwin: No, only distilled water please or you will harm the machine, never use anything else. You can get it at any pharmacy.
Me: I'm ordering it. It will arrive tomorrow. Tonight is a work night. I need to get up tomorrow early and go to work. I would prefer to start this thing on a night I'm not getting up the next morning for work. Surely you can understand that? Also I just got the new mask. The one you sent -
Edwin: I didn't send it. I don't work for them. I work for the machine, RESI.
Our conversation kind of went down-hill from there. But he got across the fact that I have to start using the fucking thing by this weekend or I could end up paying for it. So fine. I'll run it every night, whether or not I'm attached to it is another story. We'll see. I basically told him I would start on Friday, when I had distilled water. And that this conversation was no longer helpful or productive and I was going to end it, so bye now.
I got home. Did laundry. Then tried to figure out the damn CPAP Machine. I opened the App, registered. It asked how many occurences the sleep test identified of me not breathing at night - I've no clue. All I was told was moderate and severe obstruction. And then I tried to open the humidifer tank - this is impossible. Actually that was the reason I opened the app in the hopes that it would tell me how to open the humidifier. It did not.
I finally managed to get the dang thing open after spending a good thirty - forty minutes tinkering with it. Then I realized I couldn't do anything with it. No distilled water. I've got a jug of "Spring Water" but no distilled, and no they are not the same thing. One has mineral deposits that messes up humidifiers and machines, the other does not. Gave up. Hit done for now on the damn app. And plugged the humidifier back in the machine. Hopefully I'll figure it out tomorrow night. Oh, well, the technician told me I didn't have to wash it until after first use.
This thing is far too high maintenance for words.
Crazy Workplace
The other people on the floor (who are not currently reporting to BYT) are now worried that BYT is applying for and interviewing for BOSS's job. BOSS is retiring in April.
M: Word has it that BYT is trying for BOSS's job.
Me: Really?
M: She applied for MT (the guy who co-ran the department under BOSS) job but MT got it instead. (That's not that high-paying a job. I make the same amount as that job. I'd think she'd shoot higher at least, but I don't tell that to M, who may well be making less.)
Me: I don't really see her getting BOSS's job - it's kind of high up.
M: Not really, same level as her's actually, maybe just a touch higher.
Me: Still don't.
M: Why?
Me: I think they'll give it to someone over in Transit - just don't see it.
M: No, she could get it.
Me: Well, if she does, then she becomes your problem and not mine, doesn't she?
M (shudders): She does..and she could really screw this department.
Sci-fi co-worker was similarily worried and very happy she didn't get MT's job.
Seriously, the floor equates BYT with the Wicked Witch of the West complete with sound effects. Why anyone would want to apply for a job overseeing a department that reviles them is beyond me. But she's kind of unself-aware.
I'd look for work elsewhere.
I told all this to mother.
Me: They think she's applying for BOSS's job and could get it. I don't see her getting his job.
Mother: Why not?
Me: She's reviled by the entire floor? And people have complained? And it's a higher position ...
Mother: Your organization has done nuttier things.
Me: Well, then I won't be reporting to her any longer...
Mother: would that be a problem?
ME: I don't really know. Will cross that bridge when and if it happens.
Books
Finished two today. Go me. Considering I've not finished a book in two months, this is an accomplishment.
* My Name is Barbra by Barbra Striesand - this was a seemingly endless audio book. It was 48 hours long. It took me two months to get through it. And 20 hours of it is basically name-dropping, reading reviews, and praising her accomplishments - it's like listening to someone promote their own resume. (I kept wanting to tell her - Barbra - you don't need to sell yourself to me, I'd not have picked up the audio book if I wasn't interested.) The rest is a mixed bag. Snippets of musical numbers (which are worth while - if you like Streisand's brand of music and I do, and others such as Marvin Hamlish, Kris Kristofferson, and someone else.). A lot of setting the record straight so to speak - she tackles every gossip column and falsehood out there.
There's a long chapter on her dog's death and how she saw the dog represented in the clouds afterwards.
And she explains she cloned her dog for cancer research on dogs. And ended up with more dogs than she'd intended. Somehow they had enough cells to clone two dogs. And states, while you can clone the dog's body, you can't clone the dog's personality.
I'm not really a dog person? So this is all lost on me? I'm a cat person. Read recently that the difference between dog people and cat people, is dog people want their dogs to be more like people, and cat people want to be more like cats.
She does finish it on a high note (well, when she's not ranting about the Doofus and who can blame her really), about how not giving up on her goals and staying persistent aided her. Also, ironically - she set out to be a stage actress, but does not want to be on stage ever again, singing in a concert - sure, stage no. She loves the theater, just doesn't want to be the one on stage. And is grateful for the gift of her singing voice - which she knows landed her - her career. She believes success just makes people more of who they already are. And fame is an empty trophy.
The book is repetitive. It required an editor. She rambles, and repeats herself. If you think my posts are long...
* Wedding before Dawn by Alaine....? (I forgot her last name)
It's okay. Same issues as all the rest, starts out fun, gets bogged down in the middle with endless yearning and inability to communicate.
I wanted more time with his siblings, and felt there was a great subplot in there about how the hero was the by-product of his mother's affair with a traveling and promiscuous French priest. But no, instead we waste a lot of time bemoaning whether or not so and so loves so and so. Another great subplot about the heroine's inability to read, and her father's abuse. Plus one about her friend, Millie, who wants to become a surgeon.
I think the author didn't know what to do with any of them and we got the, does he want me? Does she love me or hate me? Nonsense instead. In a better writer's hands this could have been a great story. I may need to read Courtney Milan again, or Meredith Duran.
Makes me aware of how many poorly written books are published.
***
Next up?
The Bride a snarky romance novel about a Vampire heiress marrying a Werewolf Lord to bring peace to their tribes. The heroine apparently has a snarky sense of humor.
And on Audible?
Tina Brown's Vanity Fair Dairies... - unless of course I get bored and listen to Piransi or Babel instead.
Been in a mood all day - yet another run-in with the CPAP. It's aggravated me to no end. So much so, I vented to various co-workers about it.)
Me vs. the CPAP Machine Round 3?
Well, I was informed today by the people who supply the CPAP machine that if I don't start using the device - my insurance will stop paying for it.
Also, the mystery of why distilled water is required was solved - apparently its to ensure the safeguarding of the machine. Non-distilled water will harm the machine - kind of like with humidifiers. The amount of plastic used in medical devices is alarming by the way - most of this machine is made of plastic. The mask is plastic. The distilled water is plastic.
I was called during my lunch break by the CPAP machine guy, Edwin. Who kept telling me that he wasn't with Adapt Health which supplies the machine, but by the maker of the Machine.
ME: So you're basically just concerned about whether I'm using it, it was delivered and it works?
Edwin: Pretty much. Why aren't you?
ME: How do you know?
Edwin: It supplies data.
Anyhow that's how I got this latest information. According to my mother one of her friends - paid $800 to get rid of the machine. I've been told that I have to use it for a month, then at the end of it, with a doctor's note to the insurance company and supply company, I can get rid of the machine.
But I have to get the doctor to approve it first.
Babs wanted to know why I did the test if I didn't want to use the machine.
Because I'm dumb? Or I thought I'd get a different outcome? I don't know.
Both Sci-fi Co-worker and Leon told me they'd tried it for about two weeks or so, and sent it back. It didn't work for them. This is not boding well for my use of it.
Edwin: So you going to use the machine tonight?
Me: No. I don't have any distilled water. Unless I can use something else -
Edwin: No, only distilled water please or you will harm the machine, never use anything else. You can get it at any pharmacy.
Me: I'm ordering it. It will arrive tomorrow. Tonight is a work night. I need to get up tomorrow early and go to work. I would prefer to start this thing on a night I'm not getting up the next morning for work. Surely you can understand that? Also I just got the new mask. The one you sent -
Edwin: I didn't send it. I don't work for them. I work for the machine, RESI.
Our conversation kind of went down-hill from there. But he got across the fact that I have to start using the fucking thing by this weekend or I could end up paying for it. So fine. I'll run it every night, whether or not I'm attached to it is another story. We'll see. I basically told him I would start on Friday, when I had distilled water. And that this conversation was no longer helpful or productive and I was going to end it, so bye now.
I got home. Did laundry. Then tried to figure out the damn CPAP Machine. I opened the App, registered. It asked how many occurences the sleep test identified of me not breathing at night - I've no clue. All I was told was moderate and severe obstruction. And then I tried to open the humidifer tank - this is impossible. Actually that was the reason I opened the app in the hopes that it would tell me how to open the humidifier. It did not.
I finally managed to get the dang thing open after spending a good thirty - forty minutes tinkering with it. Then I realized I couldn't do anything with it. No distilled water. I've got a jug of "Spring Water" but no distilled, and no they are not the same thing. One has mineral deposits that messes up humidifiers and machines, the other does not. Gave up. Hit done for now on the damn app. And plugged the humidifier back in the machine. Hopefully I'll figure it out tomorrow night. Oh, well, the technician told me I didn't have to wash it until after first use.
This thing is far too high maintenance for words.
Crazy Workplace
The other people on the floor (who are not currently reporting to BYT) are now worried that BYT is applying for and interviewing for BOSS's job. BOSS is retiring in April.
M: Word has it that BYT is trying for BOSS's job.
Me: Really?
M: She applied for MT (the guy who co-ran the department under BOSS) job but MT got it instead. (That's not that high-paying a job. I make the same amount as that job. I'd think she'd shoot higher at least, but I don't tell that to M, who may well be making less.)
Me: I don't really see her getting BOSS's job - it's kind of high up.
M: Not really, same level as her's actually, maybe just a touch higher.
Me: Still don't.
M: Why?
Me: I think they'll give it to someone over in Transit - just don't see it.
M: No, she could get it.
Me: Well, if she does, then she becomes your problem and not mine, doesn't she?
M (shudders): She does..and she could really screw this department.
Sci-fi co-worker was similarily worried and very happy she didn't get MT's job.
Seriously, the floor equates BYT with the Wicked Witch of the West complete with sound effects. Why anyone would want to apply for a job overseeing a department that reviles them is beyond me. But she's kind of unself-aware.
I'd look for work elsewhere.
I told all this to mother.
Me: They think she's applying for BOSS's job and could get it. I don't see her getting his job.
Mother: Why not?
Me: She's reviled by the entire floor? And people have complained? And it's a higher position ...
Mother: Your organization has done nuttier things.
Me: Well, then I won't be reporting to her any longer...
Mother: would that be a problem?
ME: I don't really know. Will cross that bridge when and if it happens.
Books
Finished two today. Go me. Considering I've not finished a book in two months, this is an accomplishment.
* My Name is Barbra by Barbra Striesand - this was a seemingly endless audio book. It was 48 hours long. It took me two months to get through it. And 20 hours of it is basically name-dropping, reading reviews, and praising her accomplishments - it's like listening to someone promote their own resume. (I kept wanting to tell her - Barbra - you don't need to sell yourself to me, I'd not have picked up the audio book if I wasn't interested.) The rest is a mixed bag. Snippets of musical numbers (which are worth while - if you like Streisand's brand of music and I do, and others such as Marvin Hamlish, Kris Kristofferson, and someone else.). A lot of setting the record straight so to speak - she tackles every gossip column and falsehood out there.
There's a long chapter on her dog's death and how she saw the dog represented in the clouds afterwards.
And she explains she cloned her dog for cancer research on dogs. And ended up with more dogs than she'd intended. Somehow they had enough cells to clone two dogs. And states, while you can clone the dog's body, you can't clone the dog's personality.
I'm not really a dog person? So this is all lost on me? I'm a cat person. Read recently that the difference between dog people and cat people, is dog people want their dogs to be more like people, and cat people want to be more like cats.
She does finish it on a high note (well, when she's not ranting about the Doofus and who can blame her really), about how not giving up on her goals and staying persistent aided her. Also, ironically - she set out to be a stage actress, but does not want to be on stage ever again, singing in a concert - sure, stage no. She loves the theater, just doesn't want to be the one on stage. And is grateful for the gift of her singing voice - which she knows landed her - her career. She believes success just makes people more of who they already are. And fame is an empty trophy.
The book is repetitive. It required an editor. She rambles, and repeats herself. If you think my posts are long...
* Wedding before Dawn by Alaine....? (I forgot her last name)
It's okay. Same issues as all the rest, starts out fun, gets bogged down in the middle with endless yearning and inability to communicate.
I wanted more time with his siblings, and felt there was a great subplot in there about how the hero was the by-product of his mother's affair with a traveling and promiscuous French priest. But no, instead we waste a lot of time bemoaning whether or not so and so loves so and so. Another great subplot about the heroine's inability to read, and her father's abuse. Plus one about her friend, Millie, who wants to become a surgeon.
I think the author didn't know what to do with any of them and we got the, does he want me? Does she love me or hate me? Nonsense instead. In a better writer's hands this could have been a great story. I may need to read Courtney Milan again, or Meredith Duran.
Makes me aware of how many poorly written books are published.
***
Next up?
The Bride a snarky romance novel about a Vampire heiress marrying a Werewolf Lord to bring peace to their tribes. The heroine apparently has a snarky sense of humor.
And on Audible?
Tina Brown's Vanity Fair Dairies... - unless of course I get bored and listen to Piransi or Babel instead.