I am definitely not an old person (mid-30s) but some list somewhere has me down as 60+. I get paper junk mail regularly from AARP and scammy lawyers etc. all related to retirement and issues I won’t have to deal with for another 25 years at least.
I’m sure that’s very true too. Or just need time away from them. One co-worker has a 5 year old child that has been bouncing off the walls I’m sure. And not really enough office space for her and her husband both working from home. In a case like that, I’d want to go back to the office too.
Yeah, but that should be an option that is offered and not a broad requirement.
Yup. We will work through it. It used to be that the general public could come into our office to ask questions. That’s not really the case any more as there are now two locked doors and ‘Authorized Personnel’ only signs. We used to get walk ins about once a month. Now if they REALLY need to see us in flesh and blood, they are just going to have to make an appointment. AND they will need someone to escort them/open doors.
About the only thing that can’t be handled over the phone/email is if someone want’s to see old historical aerial photos (they really don’t scan well).
Sheeeeessss. I built a web site about 7 years ago. Works great. But a few people on staff requested that a hyper link that is on an obscure page be changed to a button. Makes COMPLETE sense, as the stupid colors I’m forced to use makes it hard to see. This link gets used rarely. It’s on a sub page to a sub page.
So, just to be considerate, I mention to my boss that I was going to make the change. Oh… no, can’t do that. TWO elected officials need to give approval for this. It’s gonna take a month.
Hubs chews ice. Hubs also has dentures. Guess who’s at the dentist hoping to get his bottom plate fixed and/or replaced.
AARP’s most recent TV ads seem to be aiming their services at younger people. Hmm.
My [selfish] mini-rant: my former manager is retiring. I’m glad he’s getting to retire – he deserves a break! – but I’m super bummed about it. He was a great manager, and when he stepped down to his current position a few years ago, he became a great coworker.
He’s the one who hired me…he read my pathetic transcript, and offered me the job anyway.
Best boss I ever had did this… four months later he announced he was leaving for a … Computer Games company?!? Is that even a real thing? (it was the late 80s/early 90s…)
He got to move to the mountains and work on Leisure Suit Larry, while the rest of us stayed home.
Wow, Sierra On-Line? That’s really cool. 
Yeah, I’m still kicking myself for not following him.
But my wife would’ve had to work in Fresno and commute after midnight on a less-than-safe mountain highway…
Taiwan has millions of this type of scooters. They are like motorcycles rather than those things you stand up on.
At a red light the scooters come to the front, ahead of the cars, because they accelerate quickly.
Normally, the first scooter arrives, gets to the front of the line. The next scooter will come up sort of by it, but a half of scooter back, then the next behind that.
Some people cannot fucking get this! They will stop three lengths behind or jump places.
It’s not big deal because you can just accelerate past people, but really, just follow social norms folks.
It’s been hot here, by UK standards, for the last few days. Our houses are not designed to deal with heat, and basically no-one has air-con at home so it’s just windows open for everyone right now.
The people next door were sitting in the kitchen talking, with the door open - loudly - until after 2 freakin’ am last night. The sort of conversation where people are laughing, clapping, talking over each other. Clearly having a lovely time.
This is a terraced house. In a straight line, they were probably around 4 metres from my head.
I was not having a lovely time.
I lived in a student ghetto, and three nights a week, the people next door had loud, fun parties til 2 or 3. I could see their stereo from my window*…
*open windows, hot with no A/C… sound familiar, Filbert?
… and I would fantasize about taking it out with a sniper rifle.
But as I grow older and mellower, I wonder why I didn’t just show up at their party in my robe and slippers, hair tousled, half-asleep (maybe clutching a teddy bear) and say “Your party’s keeping me awake. Mind if I crash it?” (or “Mind if I crash on your couch?” and sack out in the middle of the action)
The houses are owned and rented out by the same person- we actually share a garden- so I did consider just getting up and going round there. Or yelling ‘SHUT UP’ out the window. Definitely considered that too.
If they’d been playing music or something, I would have done something. I’ve lived in enough crappy places to have done that one before. But they were just sitting there talking…
Man, that guy just does not treat his own body like a temple, huh?
Oh my gosh, you sure said it! He has never taken care of his skin and now its tissue thin. All he has to do is bump his arm to end up bleeding and because of the blood thinners when he bleeds, he bleeds! I bought him some long sleeved shirts to protect his arms, which works when he wears them. Which is never. We buy more bandages and peroxide in a month than most people buy in a year.
He didn’t start using any sort of sun screen or block until he got tired of listening to me when he was around 40. Yes, I do say “I told you so” every time he gets a piece of skin cut off.
All of this seriously frustrates me. I love him and I want him around for a long time. I also want him to be healthy and have a good quality of life. He’s only 66 and his folks both passed in their mid 80’s. I can do a whole lot of nagging done in 20 years!
You certainly picked “hard mode” when you booted up that video game.
Yeah, but the upgrades are worth it. While I was sitting home in the air conditioning bitching about him, he was taking my car to get the oil changed and for a full service car wash.
Not to mention that he’s good in bed and nice to my cats.
“Hard mode” sometimes has extra rewards, it helps to remember them sometimes.