I’m not doubting you, @Spice_Weasel. I’ve heard enough stories from buddies who realized, before it was too late, that they were dealing with a woman who had been planning a wedding since she was a little girl. Flowers, colours, centrepieces, dresses, registries, you name it. What she hadn’t been planning on was a marriage that lasted more than one special day where she was the centre of attention, and that cost an arm and a leg.
I remember getting a call from a buddy who was engaged to a girl just as I have described. “I’ve had it with this nothing-but-wedding shit,” he said on the phone. “Dresses and flowers and colours and wedding party members and how we get the groomsmen to colour-coordinate with the bridesmaids’ dresses. But she refuses to talk about planning for a house, for kids, for anything beyond the wedding day.”
“Spoons, I’ve told her that it’s over. Meet me down at the corner pub in half an hour; I’m getting drunk.”
I did, and he had called a few other guys as well. It turned into an “anti-bachelor” party, actually. He got plowed, the rest of us got a little tipsy, because the next day was a work day. The guy who didn’t drink drove him home; the rest of us got on the subway.
But I remember him, a couple of sheets to the wind, saying loudly, “She wanted a wedding! I wanted a marriage!”
You’d think that the organization that practically invented the “are you sure?” dialogue would have put in some such functionality ages ago! Stories abound of incidents along the lines of, say, a moron receiving a department-wide email from their department head about a new policy, and Moron A writes a response intended for Peon B, stating that “this confirms what I’ve always said about our manager being an incompetent dick-sucking asshat who couldn’t manage his way out of a paper bag”, and hitting “Reply All”.
Actually, now that I think about it, my love of comedy makes me NOT want Outlook to have any checks on “Reply All”!
I’m currently unemployed. I am a software developer with a bunch of skills, so this is no problem for me, really.
What is the the fucking problem is that I did a test yesterday that in the initial stages, asked for my ID number. OK, that’s fine.
Today my agent tells me that the company wants my fucking ID , again. I mean, jesus h. christ, you already have my ID in your database. WHY DO YOU NEED IT IN AN EMAIL AS WELL???
Ok, no, sorry, that my rant for the morning. I have a second rant.
Dear Über eats. I am a single man living a fairly simple single life. I like you. I order from you regularly.
Would it be possible if I could order a SINGLE FUCKING PORTION of your “2 for 1 deal”? It is nice and all, but it does not suit everyone
I live in a suburb where there are no beggars, no homeless people, no person to whom I can donate the extra portion. I mean, I could get out in my car and go out and find someone. That would be easy enough.
But the reason I am ordering via Über, is so I do not have to get in my car.
I can eat the sad, cold order in the morning, of course. But fuck, I just want one! Just one.
What’s funny is that I vividly recall planning my wedding. And while I put some effort into it, I very much resented how everyone assumed I would be the one doing all the work because I was the woman. I also really didn’t love the idea of an event where I would have a spotlight on me - I’m an introverted person. So mostly I regarded wedding planning as a chore and The Big Day as potentially very anxiety provoking. However, the day turned out beautiful. We had less than fifty guests and they were all people we cared deeply about, and it was outdoors in a family friend’s beautiful back yard on a 65 degree sunny day, so I remember it as one of the best days of my life.
Very much like having my kid - totally worth it the one time but never again!
We were planning our future well before that, however. When we first started dating (at age 19!) we talked about our long term plans right down to division of household labor and the socioeconomic status we were shooting for. My husband, despite his wealthy grandparents, uncles and aunts, had no interest in a lavish lifestyle, and I came from a lower socioeconomic status so I was hoping to move up a bit. It took us a while to realize that his “I don’t want to be too well off” was the same as my “I want to be a little more well off.” In actual fact one of my favorite things to do with my husband is plan our future. I think it’s been a great strength that we usually are in agreement on the big picture and equally excited to take steps to get there.
After waiting two weeks for someone to come and fix a bathroom problem (they have to hire a local company for this sort of work), the guy shows up and says “Oh, this isn’t what they told me had to be done. I just do painting.” Yeah, well, the in-house maintenance guy was certainly aware that it’s a much bigger problem. They’re going to have to remove the tile to find out why there is rusty water behind the wall that is leaking into the shower pan, fix it, then put in new sheetrock and new tile/grout. I’m suspecting that matching the tile color will be an issue, which will mean additional demolition and repair. Luckily, I don’t have to pay for it, and we have a second bathroom, but it means mess and noise and people working in here, which will likely terrorize the cat.
I work for a convention that decided to convert all incoming emails to certain departments into JIRA tickets in order to monitor that issues are being resolved and replies made in a timely manner. Comments can be either internal and can only be read by authorized convention staff, or external, which are sent to the “customer” who sent the email which generated the ticket. If you click the “send to customer” button after writing a comment there’s a litle pop-up asking you to verify that you did intend to send this to the customer. I suspect this was set up to prevent statements like “this is the third time this idiot has asked this question” from being sent out to said idiot.
So it’s been a little over a month since I recovered from COVID, and I’m still getting these shitty episodes where I become very tired and it’s very hard to think. It’s been like that all day today. It’s a miracle I got anything done. I think I spent half my time at work today trying to understand what I was looking at.
Not a fan. It’s not this bad every day, fortunately.
Project Managers who don’t know what the project is, and don’t actually manage any of it.
I’m plagued with a handful of these guys who assign me a task once the customer has agreed to pay, but completely fail to understand that I cannot get engineering and regulatory approval for this project unless you tell me what the project entails.
And because our shitty email system deletes emails after 60 days, and these idiots don’t make a copy of the original customer request that came in in October, literally no one quite knows anything about the project anymore but, it’s due next week, so can I do it please?
It’s like asking a contractor to renovate your kitchen but refusing to give them your address, kitchen size, existing equipment, or specifying if “renovate” means “new counter and paint” or “tear down to studs and rebuild entirely differently”. By Saturday.
I’m so fed up with them and I haven’t even worked here a year. I love the work, but these individuals are completely useless and just in my way.
Argh! Last month, Mr. Rilch and I decided, as a mutual Valentine’s Day gift to each other, to go halves on a V-Day gift box from Hammond’s Candies. That should be the full price listed there. I placed the order in the second week of January, and it’s scheduled to ship tomorrow, Feb 8th. We didn’t want it too early, yanno? Or too soon after Christmas.
Yesterday, I got an email, offering me 20% off selected V-Day items, and a helpful link to the same gift box. Grr! We could have saved $8.50 each. But of course, we agreed on early order/late shipment, because we didn’t want to risk the company getting backed up or running out entirely. I wouldn’t have counted on a discount; if I had, odds are I wouldn’t have gotten that offer. If I learned anything from quarantine, it is “Get it while you can, before it sells out/gets discontinued/other.”
I got our taxes done today and have a little rant about my state.
Some time back the legislature pulled a little stunt that reduced the amount of money that was taken out of paychecks. Which would have been nice had they lowered the tax rate as well … but no. So people were delighted to see more $ in their paychecks, but for a lot of folks that meant they were going to owe at tax time. When I was still working I remember taking 0 allowances and having to add an extra $30 a month in withholding to cover state taxes.
Now my husband and I are both retired and find while we managed to get our withholding almost exactly right on the federal taxes, we owe a little over $600 bux to the state. I wasn’t surprised we owed – I expected it based on the above, but not quite that much. I understand that there’s no way a government can anticipate an individual’s sources of income, but I would think that a state could at least withhold based on the actual tax rates they’ve set.
I have a couple of laptops that I rarely use but are useful from time to time (I much prefer desktop computers with large monitors). The most recent one is a cool little 14" screen Dell laptop that has a really gorgeous sharp and vivid 1080p screen. But when I wanted to use it today after about six months or so of sitting on the shelf, it refused to boot and constantly blue-screened.
My first thought was that some Dell computers are configured with legacy BIOS access to the boot drive rather than UEFI but a failed coin battery might have reset the BIOS to an incompatible default. I checked the BIOS but sadly it was indeed set to legacy boot mode.
Which resulted in some head-scratching and I looked further. Looking further was mildly challenging because, as alert readers may have noted from my comments in the January rants thread, the bar at chez Wolfpup (specializing in Caesars) opens at noon and pretty much never closes.
But I did manage to notice that although it was defaulting to legacy ATA boot mode, the BIOS mysteriously by default thought it was configured for RAID. So I changed it to regular AHCI and voila! (or possibly, viola, if you’re into musical instruments) my favourite cute little laptop is once more functional.
The bad news is that unless I replace the coin battery (which I probably won’t bother to do) this problem will recur whenever the main battery completely discharges.
A few years ago I got an email from Shari’s Berries with a coupon for a few chocolate covered strawberries that sounded like a good deal. I decided to order them for my gf for Valentine’s Day.
Only when I tried to place the order it told me it wouldn’t arrive for the 14th without expedited shipping, which costs more.
So I agreed to pay more for shipping, only to be told that expedited shipping was only a thing for certain sized orders. So, I upgraded my order.
My $12 order quickly became a $48 order. My gf liked them, but I’d never go through that again.
I see where Fuckwad Carlson interviewed Putin, giving Russia a huge piece of propaganda to work with during the election year. They seem to desperately want Trump to be back in office. Gee, wonder why that is? Meanwhile, Carlson has apparently decided that being traitorous little worm is the way to go.
