Dear teacher (HS) having only four grades for the entire quarter seems uncool. Having three of them all be earned on the last day really uncool. Having one based on a group presentation on the last day count for 60% of the entire quarter grade and then not giving any feedback or allowing for any questioning or potential improvement sucks. This was supposed to be a fun class, an elective. Instead, because of an 85 on that one presentation the 100, 100 and 94 on the other three grades are dragged down and now my child has a B+ instead of an A for the quarter. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal, but he’s worked so hard to improve the B+ he got Q1 and the (low) A he got Q2. With this B+ he’d have to literally get a 100% for Q4 in order to get an A for the year. He busted his ass all Q3. One presentation shouldn’t count for 60% of a quarter grade, particularly when you can’t provide a grading rubric or explain why he got the grade he got. He and his team thought it was A work. We know you don’t like having him and the other two boys in his group in your class - you’ve told us that dealing with IEPs is a pain in the ass. Three of four kids in his group have them. They deserved more clear delineation of your expectations. They didn’t get it despite asking. They are mystified by this grade. Normally, I wouldn’t ■■■■■ about a B+, but he’s worked hard and done everything you said he needed to do, he deserved a better grade on the project AND the work he did all quarter, that you repeatedly did give him A’s on, deserved to be counted for more than 40%.
Oh, goody. Now young people in their prime working years are moving into areas where seniors have traditionally lived. So the cost of homes will rise & seniors will get pushed out. Hey, you whippersnappers … wait your darn turn!
Have I mentioned that I love my job? This sentiment in the card I got from my staff may explain why! 
Of course you’re welcome you use our bathroom. But please give us the courtesy of telling us you’ve clogged the toilet. Discovering hours after the fact made the plunging job more unpleasant than necessary.
It will work if you have enough money to hire a really ‘good’ attorney.
I’m now glad that you refuse to use your cell phone because it gives me an excuse to document everything in emails and still pretend that we have a good working relationship - at least until your crew has packed up their tools and left.
Down, down, down into the ring of fire.
I am really glad that all my college selection days are behind me and my kids. And when it’s time for my grandkids to apply and pick, assuming I’m still around, I’ll just be watching from the bleachers.
Each day I go out and diligently pry out sooooo many dandelions weeds. Today I started to wonder if there is a Candid Camera crew planting new ones while I sleep.
Do not order online from Macy’s unless you’re prepared to get a run around. I ordered some drinking glasses, was given a ship date, then was told ship date was unknown, no one could give me any info. Have been trying to cancel the order via live chat but apparently the vendor has to approve the cancellation before Macy’s will do anything. What if they never answer Macy’s?!?!
Love the final chat message from the agent: “It was my pleasure assisting you today, is there anything else I may assist with?”
No need to go interrupt the “on hold” music every few minutes to “thank me for my continued patience”. I ran out of patience about 4 or 5 messages ago.
I guess some people use only credit cards to pay for everything? I’m sorry, our company doesn’t take them. The process to prove we’re “secure” is so onerous I couldn’t figure it out. Plus we would have to pay a monthly fee and a fee on every transaction. And we are happy to use Venmo, PayPal, or Zelle.
We had to accept a wire transfer last month. Of course the client didn’t reimburse us for the fee on our end.
AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGG…deep breath …AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuggggg
My request was simple, just two 11 x 17 color copies of a 2 page document.
I thought I could simply forward an email with the PDF document to the customer service desk and they’d print it.
But no, they sent me to the self service machine, which took me though a series of steps that ended up not working, because the wifi service in their building is horrible.
But the genius behind the counter finally figured out a workaround; I could forward the email to the customer service desk and they could print it, which was exactly what I’d originally proposed.
So finally, 15 minutes into it, they are prepared to print my document, but tell me to come back Monday unless I want to pay a rush fee.
That was the last straw, so I told them I’d go down the street to their competitor. But on the way out I saw a manager and politely explained the situation. Literally 2 minutes later I was out of there with my copies, at no charge.
I’m grateful the manager treated me well but the aggravation remains.
Beating a dead horse.
Talking to a brick wall.
five days before the commit deadline is a truly wild time for a parent to offhandedly mention that they actually would not be willing to pay for certain schools i got into. i thought we had the budget conversation months ago, but apparently not. i still can’t get a straight answer about which those certain schools even are.
You have a strange way of showing respect.
When I think of you as Emily Gilmore, it changes the whole dynamic! 
Can you please just try and ignore what the person says, really you’re just being mean and quite frankly a bit of a bully.
Dear friend, please don’t give your soon-to-be ex husband, your power. Every time you hear about his social posts, your focus on those, crumples you. Step away from that abuse by ignoring those posts.
Tell that deadbeat of a lawyer that you are moving away from her services. She’s done nothing to help you, and is willingly giving away your hard-earned money.
Use the attorney that my sister’s law firm recommended. He has teeth and a bite, and is a strong advocate for women. Plus, he’s one-fee only to help women with the court’s expenses. You can do this!
I’m glad you’ve finally put in a restraining order.
Be SAFE! Come over to my house. You won’t be imposing! He doesn’t know where I live! My neighbors, on all sides of me, know me and my family well. They’ll watch over you too!
You have two houses, several sports cars, and jewelry, but those items did not make you happy. It’s not worth fighting over. If he wants that damn truck, let him have it. It’s a truck vs. your freedom.