I don’t think O’Hare has free WiFi. Being a Chicagoan, I fly out of there a lot, with my laptop, and the only official service that I know of is Boingo, a paid service. I think it’s advertised on the overhead banners in the airport, too.
Are you sure you weren’t connecting to someone who was trying (badly) to scam people out of data/identity info?
Tropicana, your tiny “expandable” straw is a piece of shit that doesn’t work. You cannot have a two-part straw and expect it to be usable without some kind of actual seal between the two parts. PHYSICS SAYS NO.
To the woman in my neighboring cube:
Yes, I know you’re on a liquid diet and you’re just three pounds from your goal weight. Bully for you. And congratulations for having the gumption to work with an endochrinologist to make sure you’re doing this safely. But…
When you say, “overly, I’m getting rid of my old fat clothes and thought you might want them,” don’t be surprised when I refuse. Here’s an educational opportunity: when you tell people you’d like to give them your fat clothes, that’s offensive. It implies that those people to whom you are offering clothes are fat. Also, you probably failed to notice since you were preoccupied stroking yourself, but I may be 20 pounds heavier than you, but I’m also six inches taller and, despite having had a baby a few months ago, am already well below my prepregnancy weight and slightly smaller than you now after you’ve lost 50 pounds.
You may not realize it, but I don’t really care how much you haven’t been able to eat. When you were on Weight Watchers, I was subject to a daily rundown of every thing that went into your mouth. Now that you’re on a liquid diet and don’t eat, I get to hear everything your family has eaten.
It’s annoying when you say, “Oooh! Do you have fries?” only to respond with a prissy, “I don’t eat fried food, or at least I won’t when I can eat again. It’s so bad for you,” when I say yes. Not only does this sound judgmental, I get fried food once or twice a month and have lost five pounds in the past two weeks because I started eating less and exercising more. That’s great that a liquid diet works for you. But you can kiss my ass if you’re going to comment on my diet.
Stop stopping other employees you don’t even know in the aisles saying, “Oh, that looks so yummy. sigh I wish I could eat.” We get it. You can’t eat for three more pounds. We’ve been bludgeoned over the heads with this idea. Shut the hell up.
And finally, if you lecture me one more time on how you lost all your baby weight with your daughter by nursing, only to gain it back and then some when you weaned, I’m going to bludgeon you with your meal-replacement shakes. I’ve had a baby already. I nursed him. I got fat when I stopped. When I realized I was fat, I lost 30 pounds through diet and exercise and got un-fat. My plan is to learn from past mistakes and not get fat again. I get too tired and it’s too hard to keep up with my kids if I’m fat, so it’s just not worth it. But thanks for the condescending advice.
In short;
“As you can see in the nearby figure, each network includes a name and a description. Look at the description. If it’s an ad hoc network, it will be called a “computer-to-computer” network; normal wireless networks are simply called wireless networks. In the figure, the “Free Airport WiFi” network is an ad hoc network. You should stay away from it.”
Another great and very relevant section from that article:
I always check official signs, especially overhead banners, when I’m in airports to determine what the real WiFi connection is. And from what I’ve seen, unfortunately, actual free, official WiFi is not that common.
overlyverbose, you have my permission to puree an entire huge, loaded pizza, stick a tube down her throat and force-feed it to your cube neighbour. She’s a boor.
Huh…I could have sworn the ad banner for Boingo said it was free…I must have been mistake . Still, shouldn’t the login/‘pay us money to get online’ page have loaded? I know it was the real Boingo network, it was the only one labeled line that and windows IDed it as a real one not an ad-hoc.
But still…my AT&T rant is still valid.
And another rant! The Internet access in my hotel shit out! It worked fine last night bit today the wireless connected fine but had no Internet connection. The wired connection got me online for all of ten minutes then crapper out.
And typing this much text on my iPhone, especially when it spazzes out and won’t go into landscape mode and doesn’t let me scroll in te text input box…what the hell is up with that?
Similarly, if you’re an alcoholic, and you’re currently dry, I don’t want to hear about how much you want to drink. I don’t want to hear if you’ve fallen off the wagon, either. Join a support group, that’s what they’re FOR. I’ll offer an ear to someone I really, really, REALLY care about, but you, officemate, are someone I only put up with under the best of circumstances.
And, of course, same goes for the various dieters, and the people using the various drugs.
Basically, if you’re making an effort to change your life for the better, that’s great, and I’m glad for you. However, I don’t want or need 15 minute updates on how you’re doing. I don’t want to hear about how many minutes you spent on your exercise machine. Yes, I use mine daily too, but guess what? I know that nobody really CARES if I spend half an hour or an hour a day on the damn thing. Well, my doctor cares. My husband cares, because it squeaks. But nobody else cares!
I check the emails for my company’s website. Like most company sites, we have a Careers section where you can send us your resume, etc.
You know what? When I get submissions like this:
“I am looking for some flexible full or part-time employment, feel free to contact me if you would like a resume or to fill out an application.”
I fucking delete you. Are you serious? You want ME to do the work for you? What kind of job are you looking for? Are you in sales? Production? Reception? The business office? Look, it’s a buyer’s market. I know that you’ve probably been working for a really long time to get a job, but if you can’t even be professional at this stage there’s no way I’m going to pass you on. Why should I fob you off on my busy General Managers when you won’t even take your end seriously? You send a very strong message whether you realize it or not that you’re going to be a pain in the ass.
What’s worse is I get this all the time. “Hi, I would like a job. Sincerely, Idiot.” Wow, I’m impressed and want to know more! :rolleyes:
niblet_head, you should be *thanking *these people for self-selecting out of your candidate pool. Imagine if you actually had to waste time reading resumes or interviewing them to find out they’re morons.
True dat.
My University had the [del]retarded[/del] [del]brilliant[/del] retarded idea to make priority registration during the school week and free registration during the weekend, instead of priority during the weekend and free during the week.
This seems like an okay idea at first, less people have priority at one time so there’s less server stress and things breaking, unfortunately they assigned times for each class COMPLETELY randomly, with no regards for schedule at all, and no recourse if you end up SOL. I have mine tomorrow in the morning the hour before a class (I have to walk an hour), okay, pisses me off but even if they took schedule into account that could happen unless they gave people a 2 hour berth. My friend got hers assigned today. During her class. In the middle of a test she can’t miss.
Great job, guys.
All fucking golfers must hang. As we were driving by the golf course today, some lame-o shanked one into the street. I saw something fly across in front of me, hit the car coming the other way, and ricocheted back, narrowly missing my windshield. You just know that if it had starred my window and I had stopped to find out who did it, there would have been 20 people all looking the other way and mumbling to themselves. Yeah, that’s right, I’m bitching about something that MIGHT have happened. Fucking golfers: I hates them.
[Non ranty bit] Going back a few pages to the clusterfuck over the cat and TheKid - I want to thank you guys. I read your comments multiple times. I had TheKid read them (along with my rant). I get that single parent guilt thing going and want to do what I despise other parents for doing - excusing horrible behavior. We’ve had situations beyond the cat lately that were in the same vein, but not on that same level. My response is to shut down and walk away. I can’t do that anymore. We had a helluva talk about her Veruka attitude and my allowing her to act that way. She’s struggling with the whole ‘almost kinda sorta an adult’ stage she’s in, she is dealing with friends that are going through things no teens should have to, she dealing with my allowing her to stretch her wings and her not knowing how to do that. I’m struggling with knowing how far to let her go before reeling her back in, hoping to hell she doesn’t fall into pits like her friends, and knowing in a few years I’ll be here alone. However, when she was 5 she couldn’t get away her behavior, and I was wrong to let her do so now. So, thanks. [/End non ranty bit]
Now to bitch:
Sis and Mom, if you two don’t quit being such asses to each other I’m moving to Canada and let you two kill each other.
Mom, I don’t know how to help you if you don’t say anything. You’re crying, but you didn’t cry when Dad died. I don’t know what to do when you cry. I say I’m coming over, you tell me I need to stay at work and if I come over you’re leaving. Oh-kay. I call you a few hours later to check in and you complain that I’m hovering. This, from you. Queen Hover. When you leave my house you wait outside until you see me lock the door. Then you try the handle to make sure I actually did lock it. You bring over batteries for the smoke detectors, then watch me put them in. Once I do that, you double check that I put them in correctly. I’m 40, for chrissakes.
Sis, when I call you and ask you to go to Moms house, don’t say “Screw her”. When I say she’s in tears because the house next door pretty much blew up and scared the holy living fuck out of her, don’t say “If she wants my help she can call me”. I get that you’re stressed. Your unemployment is running out and you’ve applied all over hell and back and no bites. You ask for help, but then bitch the entire time: “Why do they need that? I’m not giving them that info! You do this for me!” But, you’ve been a total whacknut lately and I’m tired of not knowing what is going to set you off. I don’t really care that she was ‘mean’ to you yesterday. You say mean things, under the guise of ‘honesty’, expecting Mom to be just dandy. It doesn’t work that way.
Both of you: Just. Stop. It.
And a huge eff you to the son of a bitching laundry basket that nigh on ripped off two of my nails. I am an injury magnet, having done dumb assed things like throwing a Jart almost through my foot, dropping very sharp scissors point down into the palm of my hand, not moving my thumb in time to clear a blade closure… but FUCK having nails ripped off hurts much more. And I can only type right handed now.
I’m having a crappy panic-attacky night
I can’t breathe and I feel sick and I want to cry. aand I’m exhausted and can’t sleep and need to put the finishing touches on a pproject for tomorrow but I can’t concentrate or sit still.
this sucks. I feel like shit and I want everything to just stop for a minute
For the love of all that’s good and decent, coworker, shut up. The past two weeks, when you were out, were some of the most peaceful I’ve had since I started working here. Now you’re back, and the barrage of song snippets, cussing, thumping, and odd vocalizations has resumed in earnest. I know that you know that this is annoying, because you occasionally mention it.
I’m *this far *(holds thumb and forefinger close together) from wishing you’d get pneumonia again so I could have some quiet again.
Dear eBay clothing sellers,
I love you all, and I would much rather shop with you than at the mall. Here are some tips to help me buy more from you.
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[li]Please learn to spell. It’s not “crotched”, it’s “crocheted”. It’s not “stripped”, it’s “striped”.[/li][li]Please quit describing everything bright and colorful, or with an interesting print or random embellishments, etc., as “artsy”. That word is not a compliment. It is half of the phrase “artsy fartsy”.[/li][li]I always want to know the basic measurements and fabric content. Don’t make me email you to get them, 'cause I probably won’t bother.[/li][li]Please quit listing stuff in the wrong category. If I am searching for shirts, I am only annoyed by the skirts you list in the “Shirts” section.[/li][/ul]
Thank you, and best wishes for many bidders who care less about this crap than I do.
Who the fuck buys OR sells clothing on eBay?
Geez, hold a fucking garage sale or donate it to Good Will.
Why? What’s wrong with clothes on eBay?
I buy clothes on eBay too, I don’t see a problem. It’s way cheaper to buy a new BCBG dress online then in the store. Sometimes a difference of a few hundred dollars.