If I see that you know a URL and I see that instead of typing the URL into the address bar, you type “google.com” or “bing.com” into the address bar, enter the URL there, search for it, then click on it, I will think much less of you as a person.
And a special pox on whoever put the dent in the Mazda by opening the door onto it. I had left sufficient room for any sane person to get in.
(I bet it was that revolting woman at the vets who let her spawn of Satan run around throwing cups everywhere and sticking it’s fingers in my cat cage. How I was praying my cat would bite).
I work with someone who does this - he’s the manager of a team of developers. :smack: Makes me crazy.
This is minor, and has probably been said before (possibly even in this thread), but it’s gotta be said again:
I know of no number called “Oh”. I know of a number, “zero”, that looks like the letter “O” when written, but I don’t know of a number called “Oh”. So when you tell me that your number is five-five-five one-oh-one-oh, I’m going to silently snark over your obvious and numerous shortcomings.
OK?
Zero lets his friends call him “o” for short. If you’re on a more formal basis with Zero, you may continue to address him by his full name.
It’s a verbal shorthand, like calling 1908 “nineteen oh eight” instead of “one thousand nine hundred eight.” I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.
This year has been one for the record books for our family - in number of times we’ve had car trouble. My husband’s car bit the dust a while back, and since it’s a 1994 with 125k+ miles on it, we decided to go ahead and start shopping for something newer. We plan on having more kids in the next year or two, and we like to go camping, so we bought a 2005 minivan. Yay!
Then my red car died, and it was $825 to get it running again. Two weeks later, it died again, and it’s currently at the shop with “something broken in the engine.” He hasn’t opened it up all the way to look at it, but it’s pretty much a done deal. We hadn’t done anything with my husband’s car yet, so we’re going to have it towed to the mechanic to see if it’s salvageable, because having just one car would really put a strain on me. I’m a stay at home mom, and I go crazy if we can’t get out of the house and go somewhere at least twice a week (not including shopping trips). I mean, we can function with one car. But we really don’t want to.
Fuck fuck fuckity FUCK!!!
Ahahahaha, my husband does this! It drives me crazy!
Is it me or them? Accounting clerk is not the same as accountant, right? I’m looking for a part-time accounting clerk position, and the listings keep coming up with accountant positions. I have virtually no accounting courses, just years of accounting clerk experience (entering payables, applying payments, that kind of stuff). I don’t want any accounting classes.
While I’m at it, I hate the way temp agencies mis-use the term full-time - a full-time job is ~40 hours per week; a permanent job is one where you are actually hired by the company with no end date. The two are not interchangeable.
ETA: And we know what you mean by “fast-paced” - it means the company won’t hire enough staff, so everyone works their bag off. It’s not a good thing.
Also, for someone who’s so prescriptivist about language, your punctuation is hilariously misplaced. For Americans, commas and periods go *inside *quotation marks, not outside.
Really? I’m surprised you say that, because you certainly seem to be aware that it’s another way to refer to zero. If you prefer, we could start saying naught or aught?
I will do this sometimes on Google because it returns a list of links within the site as well as the site itself. Usually if I’m going to download drivers it’s much easier to find the “Support and Drivers” link under hp.com on Google than it is to find the link on a flash infested home page.
Can someone explain the USPS’s rhyme or reason for how it orders its additional postage page on its website? I just want to buy a pane of $1.00 stamps. You’d think they’d be in numerical order by value, but nooooooo. Totally fucking random as near as I can tell.
I see they’ve finally started putting “do not microwave” labels on those cheap-ass plastic bottles they sell honey in anymore.
I suppose one exploded and and the honey cartel got sued for 3rd degree pain and suffering over 90% of some poor bastards body, but great holy Jesus, would it have killed you fuckers to have checked out the thermal properties of your jars before you marketed them, instead of several years later?
Are you crazy, man? You do not name the honey cartel on a public board!!!
Ladies: Your wedding is not the social event of the century even if you think it is. You are not the only person getting married this year. You will not be the only person getting married on your wedding day, as a matter of fact. Please cease the bridezillaing immediately.
Gentlemen: If your fianceé turns into a bridezilla, please take this as a warning. It is not a good sign. Trust me, I am female and I know my kind.
Lara Bingle can fuck off.
Dear extended-cell-phone-family at the next table in the restaurant: the reason your two-year-old is yelling, screeching and banging the table is that you have been sitting amidst the wreckage of your long-ago finished dinner for easily 45 minutes, staring glazedly at your cellphones and occasionally engaging in incredibly dull chatter, ignoring your offspring who is up way way past what should be its bedtime. If looks from fellow diners could kill, you would be mere smoldering corpses, but your obliviousness serves as protection.
Learn some considerateness for your child and for others around you.
I think I’m going to save your sentence as an example of that really weird use of “anymore” that I see sometimes. 
Apparently, it’s a regionalism. Course, we frown on such things nowadays. 
I pit insomnia AGAIN. Fuuuuuuuck.