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25-07-2015, 11:38 AM
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(25-07-2015 09:36 AM)Chas Wrote:  Seriously, Tropicana et al.?

59 oz. that looks like the previous 64 oz. carton and 89 oz. that looks like the previous 96 oz. bottle?
I notice that you didn't draw attention to it. Consider You could have added "New! Improved! Easier to carry!"

Is it any wonder that people think corporate America, especially marketing, is full of slimeball assholes?


Pro tip: People think that because it's true.

That's been a prime bitch of mine for years now.


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25-07-2015, 11:48 AM
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(25-07-2015 11:38 AM)Momsurroundedbyboys Wrote:  
(25-07-2015 09:36 AM)Chas Wrote:  Seriously, Tropicana et al.?

59 oz. that looks like the previous 64 oz. carton and 89 oz. that looks like the previous 96 oz. bottle?
I notice that you didn't draw attention to it. Consider You could have added "New! Improved! Easier to carry!"

Is it any wonder that people think corporate America, especially marketing, is full of slimeball assholes?


Pro tip: People think that because it's true.

That's been a prime bitch of mine for years now.

Like when the 5 pound bag of sugar became a 4 pound bag of sugar. Dodgy

They didn't even have the decency to lie about the change...just hoped we wouldn't notice.

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25-07-2015, 12:51 PM
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I hate this line.

"You can do anything if you put your mind to it."

SHUT UP! Save it for the rub!
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25-07-2015, 02:41 PM
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No fair peeking, damn it.
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25-07-2015, 02:44 PM
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Also, to the dillrod who just sliced one of our pump hoses, go fuck yourself with a cactus. You could have hurt or killed people with your action.
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25-07-2015, 03:01 PM
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(25-07-2015 11:48 AM)Anjele Wrote:  
(25-07-2015 11:38 AM)Momsurroundedbyboys Wrote:  That's been a prime bitch of mine for years now.

Like when the 5 pound bag of sugar became a 4 pound bag of sugar. Dodgy

They didn't even have the decency to lie about the change...just hoped we wouldn't notice.

And a "pound can" of coffee became 12 oz.

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25-07-2015, 04:21 PM
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When I order a vegan meal and there is chicken in it. WTF!!!!!! Angry
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25-07-2015, 04:33 PM
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Sitting outside trying to wake up and a fly lands in my nearly full cup of chai. Motherfucker. I will not be swallowing the fly, so I don't have to swallow a frog and a cat and a dog and then die.

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25-07-2015, 11:50 PM (This post was last modified: 26-07-2015 04:35 AM by Free Thought.)
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(25-07-2015 06:47 AM)Anjele Wrote:  Let us know how things go. Hope the doctors are able to get you feeling better soon. Heart
(25-07-2015 11:36 AM)Momsurroundedbyboys Wrote:  Keep us posted. Hug

Thanks for your concern, guys.

After spending ~6 and a half hours at the hospital (5 of which were spent sitting in triage holding my face in one hand), the results were thus: the doc I finally saw eventually (after two corrections to look in the right spot and my having to clear up communications from my father who serially gets things wrong) that my rotted tooth was indeed the problem (both problem teeth of late have been the second molar on either side). I was sat down in a hallway to wait for another hour and a bit, during which I was dosed up with painkillers: two panadeine forte (a total of 1000mg paracetamol/60mg codeine), one oxycodone of unknown dose size and two ibuprofen which probably had a total of 400mg of their namesake in them. I waited for the doc to come back with her letter of referral she was typing: she hoped that a letter from the prime hospital in my state would get me into my dentist faster and then hopefully get my surgical consult pushed forward; since it's the weekend, can't do anything about it though.
Between the delivery of my painkillers and the letter, I was also given a box of panadeine to take home and a vial of "Oil of Cloves" to tide me over until I could see my dentist or GP to get a script for Endone, which I am to believe is just a step down from morphine...
Once the doc delivered her letter, she wished me luck (as did the nice woman in a stretcher I was seated next to with who I spoke in my characteristically awkward way) and my father and I left at the end of midnight.

Non-important, albeit related story-time:
At least the triage room had some... characters... After an hour (approx), a gentleman came out of the hospital proper and ranted at a triage clerk about 'not being respected' then sat down next to my father and I. It would not surprise me if he actually had been 'disrespected'; he was the definition of 'white trash' if I ever saw it: an angry and inarticulate 20-something man with a vocabulary rivaling a particularly foul-mouthed ten year old in scope and usage. When joined by his family (I assume) all he could do was complain about being arrested and fined on multiple occasions. Were I a nurse, I'd have been putting the bandages on his 'hurt' wrist a little too tight myself if I'm to be honest. As side-note, the dude had so many tattoos he would not be out of place at an art gallery as an exhibit.
Then we had a couple blow through; the man was a patient who had lost his shoes and was furious about it: "How can I trust you lot to look after my body if you can't look after my shoes!" verbatim quote, I didn't hear the female but she seemed more reasonable. To point out; in hospitals here, staff don't take shoes anywhere. If they were lost, he was the one who lost the things.
And at last, we had the obligatory irrationally angry mother. She stormed out from the ED into Triage and barked at the triage nurses demanding to know their names, following it up with: "If he dies, I'll call and let you know!", repeating it with 'my kid' afterward. The only child I saw with her group was a small girl who had no problems walking... I can only guess that I misheard, and she was angry about her kid being discharged.

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25-07-2015, 11:57 PM
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(25-07-2015 11:50 PM)Free Thought Wrote:  
(25-07-2015 06:47 AM)Anjele Wrote:  Let us know how things go. Hope the doctors are able to get you feeling better soon. Heart
(25-07-2015 11:36 AM)Momsurroundedbyboys Wrote:  Keep us posted. Hug

Thanks for your concern, guys.

After spending ~6 and a half hours at the hospital (5 of which were spent sitting in triage holding my face in one hand), the results were thus: the doc I finally saw eventually (after two corrections to look in the right spot and my having to clear up communications from my father who serially gets things wrong) that my rotted tooth was indeed the problem (both problem teeth of late have been the second molar on either side). I was sat down in a hallway to wait for another hour and a bit, during which I was dosed up with painkillers: two panadeine forte (a total of 1000mg paracetamol/60mg codeine), one oxycodone of unknown dose size and two ibuprofen which probably had a total of 400mg of their namesake in them. I waited for the doc to come back with her letter of referral she was typing: she hoped that a letter from the prime hospital in my state would get me into my dentist faster and then hopefully get my surgical consult pushed forward; since it's the weekend, can't do anything about it though.
Between the delivery of my painkillers and the letter, I was also given a box of panadeine to take home and a vial of "Oil of Cloves" to tide me over until I could see my dentist or GP to get a script for Endone, which I am to believe is just a step down from morphine...
Once the doc delivered her letter, she wished me luck (as did the nice woman in a stretcher I was seated next to with who I spoke in my characteristically awkward way) and my father and I left at the end of midnight.

Non-important, albeit related story-time:
At least the triage room had some... characters... After an hour (approx), a gentleman came out of the hospital proper and ranted at a triage clerk about 'not being respected' then sat down next to my father and I. It would not surprise me if he actually had been 'disrespected'; he was the definition of 'white trash' if I ever saw it: an angry and inarticulate 20-something man with a vocabulary rivaling a particularly foul-mouthed ten year old in scope and usage. When joined by his family (I assume) all he could do was complain about being arrested and fined on multiple occasions. Were I a nurse, I'd have been putting the bandages on his 'hurt' wrist a little too tight myself if I'm to be honest. As side-note, he dude had so many tattoos he would net be out of place at an art gallery as an exhibit.
Then we had a couple blow through; the man was a patient who had lost his shoes and was furious about it: "How can I trust you lot to look after my body if you can't look after my shoes!" verbatim quote, I didn't hear the female but she seemed more reasonable. To point out; in hospitals here, staff don't take shoes anywhere. If they were lost, he was the one who lost the things.
And at least, we had the obligatory irrationally angry mother. She stormed out from the ED into Triage and barked at the triage nurses demanding to know their names, following it up with: "If he dies, I'll call and let you know!", repeating it with 'my kid' afterward. The only child I saw with her group was a small girl who had no problems walking... I can only guess that I misheard, and she was angry about being discharged.

At least you got some pain relief and some...er...entertainment. Sure hope the letter gets you in for treatment faster. Tooth pain is miserable.

Keep us posted. The 4th of August (if I recall the date correctly) is just too long to keep suffering with this.

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