The ones I use allow me to either type in the PLU code or scan the little sticker on the apples. It seems to work reasonably well.
Mine has the quick start buttons, too. If it has a button marked User Preference, press that and then the number 5. That is how I set the clock on mine.
Thank you for this suggestion! It took me a while (like, a year), but I put window film up last month and am no longer irritated by my neighbors!
“Linear Mosaics”. Usually in tile, or carpet patterns.
Rather the rage in interior design, these days, along with gray stripey wood. Both are, I freely admit, at least pleasantly subdued and clean-looking.
But I can recognize an overly-fashionable design trend when I see one. I’ve lived through eras of them. And we’ve all seen them done badly, done to death, and realize—if only in humbled hindsight—when they’ve sunk their harvest-gold talons into the soul of a decade, and dribbled avocado-green ichor from their woodgrain-stickered fangs.
But seeing it in the hour come round itself? It’s like being a lab rat with intelligence–just enough wit to comprehend the horror of your situation, and utterly powerless to do anything about it.
Went to a local (well the only) bar to talk to a financial advisor. She’s a friend. Sat out side because it was a bit noisy inside. Music too loud, and I’m hard of hearing.
A guy pulled up on a Harley with what seemed to be open pipes. He was about 15 feet away from us. He needed to get something out of his backpack. He finally got the clue that he should shut it off while he searched through his pack.
But, this bike had a big ass sound system, that was LOUDER than the bike. Only way he could hear it I suppose. He left the sound system on so we could be overcome by his shitty taste in music.
I guess it’s not benign, or appropriate. But it sure did piss me off. I almost had a word with him. But with the way people are today… I suppose I should have got our waitress that was open carrying a pistol.
It’s a nice bar, really it is. Great food. Family’s with kids are what you find. But man, things are really getting F’d up.
I’m not sure how benign this is but I get really pissed off whenever I am in line at a cash behind a lottery purchaser. Usually they’re carefully picking and choosing (as if they’re actually thinking critically) from the big array of stupid lottery types under the big plastic sheet on the counter.
My new boss praises me (and my co-workers) too much. Yeah, I try to praise the good work my co-workers do, too. But…
I led a meeting the other day. It was a perfectly ordinary meeting, with a group we work with all the time. It was a productive but routine meeting. Afterwards he IMed me to say what I good job I’d done running the meeting. Dude, what were you expecting me to do?
At a recent huddle, a team member brought up some problem he was having, and a couple of people discussed ways to address it, and before we could move on, he felt the need to tell us all that that was a great use of huddle time. I mean, that’s kinda the POINT of having huddles, that sometimes it’s really helpful to share with each other, right?
He’s a nice guy, but working for him is challenging.
Seethe is too strong but I wish people wouldn’t use paper plates for every day stuff at home.
I read a lot of reddit and other message boards for food and cooking stuff and the number of people that apparently use paper plates all the time bugs me. Outside of the work breakroom or a social outing, I never use them. But it’s super common to see a plate of food that the OP has clearly spent a lot of time & effort making look pretty to then take a photo of on a cheap disposable plate. Yes, the food is what should count. Yes, the shitty plates are a distraction.
And, also yes, there’s plenty of wiggle room, especially given my interest in barbeque and grilling which tend to be more outside, less formal things where paper wouldn’t be so unexpected.
I think you meant the exact opposite of what you wrote…
Dentist chit-chat. “How was your weekend?”
“Look, I’ve told you. I’m retired. Weekends don’t mean squat.” I.e., just shut up and look at my teeth. I know you don’t care one bit about my life.
It’s worse if they have half their hand in your mouth. MHMMMN EHHHH SDTELL DFDSS.
That’s the only way they understand you.
I’ll bet you anything he attended some management seminar that told him about the importance of praise, gave him benchmarks for a number of attaboys to hand out per week/quarter/whatever, and reassured him that it wasn’t necessary to give raises to keep up with rising cost of living as long as he was sufficiently effusive about what a good job his underlings did finishing their muffins at the morning meeting.
I don’t like the headlamps that the dentist practice uses, they’re too bright so I have to keep my eyes closed all the time to avoid the blinding
Spotlight. My dentist visits the last five minutes of the appointment. I get the upcharged periodontal care every visit which is BS imo. The Hygienist this time I’d grade a C.
But This last visit all I could see of Dr H was in my peripheral vision before his lamp invaded my space was the short thinning white hairs of his buzz cut. I didn’t even get a face to face, it bugs.
No doubt. He doesn’t have the authority to give adequate raises this year (the average raise and how that pool of money is divided up by department is decided by HR. I used to be a manager and I’m very familiar with how it works) but he is a sucker for the latest “hope to manage” book he’s read.
Today i cringed inside as he praised me at our weekly huddle for something that he mostly decided to do.
I used to have across the street neighbors who would spend an inordinate amount of time sitting in lawn chairs in their driveway. Every time I left the house it was like walking out on stage. I hated it so much, it got to the point I was dreading/ avoiding leaving at all.
You missed your chance to hone a little vaudeville act.
“Hiya, folks, how ya doin’ today? Howz ‘bout a little of the ol’ softshoe?” [tap dance routine, while juggling your groceries, segues into ventriloquist routine with a muskmelon and an ear of corn]
Melon: “I just got back from a pleasure trip!”
Corn: “Good to have you back! So you say you just got back from a pleasure trip?”
Melon: “Ya heard me right, I just got back from a pleasure trip.”
Corn: “That’s great! What was your pleasure trip?”
Melon: “I took my mother-in-law to the airport!”
“But seriously, good people, I love my wife, and we’re always holding hands… if I let go, she starts shopping!”
“I SAID ‘If I let go, she starts shopping’ … Wow, tough crowd here in the driveway today. Well, there’s always tomorrow! Ya been a great crowd, ladies and gentlemen!”
[cue portable player piano] “Oh, if you don’t like my act on Thurrrrsday, you’ll be thirsty for it Fri-yi-day! Bum-boom!”
My peeve is being behind a vehicle that I’m unable to pass. Tractor trailer rigs are the worst. It’s not that I’m impatient to be somewhere, but I finally realized that my problem was that the primary focus of my field of vision was basically unchanging. I’m experiencing essentially the same visual stimulation as I would have sitting in a parking space.
I discovered this one day while following a truck on a winding road and realized my annoyance level dropped noticably when I could see past the vehicle while we were navigating curves.
I’m not sure if this is “entirely appropriate”, because I’m seething so hard I’ve lost perspective, but I have to concede it’s pretty benign. In my law school alumni Facebook group, some 90% of the posts are people looking for attorney referrals for friends/family/acquaintances. That’s not the part that makes me seethe. A lot of them are looking for pro bono or low-cost help for an indigent client facing legal issues outside their area of expertise (e.g. immigration help for a criminal defendant), or they just have a specific question they’re hoping someone can answer without representing the client. That’s also not the part that makes me seethe. But some of them are looking for free legal representation without offering even a brief explanation as to why this person can’t pay, and that makes me want to scream. Maybe they have their reasons and just don’t want to broadcast them; maybe they know it’s a long shot but want to be able to say they tried, maybe it’s something else I’m not thinking of. But the other day someone from my graduating class asked if there were any pro bono patent lawyers who could file a couple of applications for her partner, and I just about lost my mind. Pro bono patent lawyers? Are you kidding me? Why on earth would you even think to ask that?
Because your friend begged you to try, and it’s easy to post on Facebook and say, “sorry, I tried” than to confront the friend over it?
I dunno, that does seem like an odd request.