The Bog posted one on the end of our drive that says “No tresspassing, No solicitation, No preaching!”
OMG. Where are you?
In the mountains in Idaho. This isn’t unheard of by any means, and it’s not sticking to the roads, but it’s been snowing all morning. I think it’s going to change over to rain before too much longer, though.
I love snow. But not at the end of May.
Quite! I’ve seen heavy snow on Idaho passes in late April, but almost June? Should be illegal - it’s not like you are in Montana! 
BIG BLACK ANTS IN MY KITCHEN!
I can’t lay down ant poison because we have an old cat. I’m probably going to start shooting them with an AK-47 if they don’t gtfo DIRECT NOW.
Dick Move.
Customer calls in, has a problem that would not be a problem if they had any brains in their head. Issue logged repeatedly for about two months, which is that they keep locking up their user account and we keep helping them fix it.
I spend a half hour on the phone with this woman and she can’t manage to do what I’m asking her to do to fix it. Would take a reasonably bright 3rd grader about 30 seconds to fix this. Then she has to go and will do it later. So I document what she needs to do, clearly and concisely.
Two hours later one of my co-workers, with a long history of dickishness, complains bitterly to me that he has her on the line and he cannot understand my instructions. Seriously? They’re step by step instructions on how to reset her password. And you don’t understand them?
Well, the next day I check our Peer Feedback system and I have a PF from this asshole for not simply giving the woman my direct phone number so that she could call me. FUCK NO! This woman has done this repeatedly for two months and can’t do in a half hour what most people can do in a half minute. NO FUCKING WAY that I’m setting myself up to have her calling me over and over and she keeps screwing it up.
Oh and then I note that…he didn’t give her his number.
Ok, so you can complain bitterly to the guy sitting 3 desks down that you can’t understand his (rather simple) instructions, but you can’t say anything to him directly about why he didn’t give the person his number? And then to top it off, after complaining that he didn’t do it, YOU DON’T DO IT???
Dude, you do not fucking complain about the people on your team through a corporate wide feedback system. There is no excuse on the planet for not dealing with this issue directly with me or through our immediate supervisor. None whatsoever.
And oh yeah, I made damned sure everyone on the team knew you were pulling this shit.
And then the icing on the cake, his response; “It’s nothing personal. I do it to everyone who deserves it”.
DICK.
Rain, then rain then more rain. I am lucky my basement has not flooded. That is common in Dearborn now. Hines Drive is now Hines Lake. Thundershowers, a couple tornadoes and rain. Lots of rain. Can’t keep the dogs clean. I can hear the grass grow at night. I cut it every time it stops raining because if I skip a chance, it will be super long.
Well, if we’re bitching about weather, I’m going to bitch about the cold nights here. It’s almost the end of May - can we please have nights that aren’t so damned close to freezing? I need to plant more, dammit!
Last mini rant of the month, hopefully the last freaking SNOW of the season. Plus wind. I think this is the same as my previous mini rant.
Here in Minnesota, we seem to be stuck in a pattern of; Rain for two days, one fairly nice (or just slightly less crappy) day. Rinse and repeat for TWO SOLID MONTHS.
The really shitty part of it is that we’re only 1/3 over our monthly average for rainfall, because we’re not getting the serious downpours, we’re just getting on and off rain all fucking day. Just enough to ruin the day.
The snow seems to have left me, Alpine, so I hope it will leave you as well. It’s up to all of 40F already today! This year’s spring has been really cold. Wet is okay, but cold and wet makes for a miserable me.
Well, now let’s see if Walmart feedback means anything. I bet not.
I went to their local store yesterday to pick some things up. I end up in the shorter line with ‘C’ as the cashier. Big mistake. I had forgotten that I was once before in a line with her as a cashier many months ago and it was a nightmarish experience with the world’s worst (and slowest) cashier.
Well, same thing. Person after person is flowing swiftly and efficiently through the other register at the garden center exit while ‘c’ appears to be in no hurry dealing with one customer. Oh to be sure, the customer wasn’t helping either, pulling the same shit I ranted about earlier in this thread - C tells her the total and only then does the customer start to think about where her money is and of course, it isn’t in the first 10 places she looks. :rolleyes:
Someone walked up behind me. I turned with full intention of saying “You’d be better off in that line (with 3 people waiting in it) because it looks like these two are making a day of it.” I got out “you” with my hand waving vaguely at C, the customer saw and walked directly over to the other line.
Finishing ringing up stuff, customer finally finds her CC and slides it. Long pause. C is staring blankly off into space. I say “the machine says you need to hit the button” “Oh. OH.” (takes 10 seconds to locate the button and push it)
We finally get to me. The other line is 3 deep. No one waiting behind me. People walk up, see how slow C is moving and immediately go to the other line. I seriously thought about picking my stuff up from right under her nose and saying “no thanks, I’ll go to the other line”. I probably should have. I have 6 cans of catfood and 4 other items. C rings up 2 items, puts them in a bag and then proceeds to walk about half the speed of someone with a new hip replacement to carefully put it in my cart. Then concern herself with the way the bag opening is situated. I actually threw my hands in the air and walked away saying “Jesus Christ. Really?” It probably took her close to 4 minutes to ring up my 10 items. I slide my card. She stands there. I again note that she needs to hit the button on the register for it to go through.
I put in feedback at the Walmart site. I said that in the future, I would stand in a line five deep rather than walk to C’s open register. That she either needed serious remedial training, or she needed to be off the registers.
I honestly expect to see her at the register on my next visit in a couple of weeks. If it happens that she is the only cashier in the garden center, I will go elsewhere.
Spread diatomaceous earth around the perimeter of the room, it’s not pretty, but it works and is safe around people and pets. Use ant baits, place where recommended and then put a smallish box like a shoebox over the bait, with some of the edges cut out and a couple cans on top for weight. Kitty will leave it alone, ants will still get to the bait and take it back to the nest. No more ants in about 4 days.
I have 4 cats and loathe spraying toxic stuff and whatnot. This worked like a charm.
Ah, diotomaceous earth. I stopped listening to You Bet Your Garden on NPR a few years ago so I forgot all about that miracle dirt. I’ll have to see where I can get some around here.
How come your bullshit site doesn’t know that postcodes are a rarity in this country?
Dear new moron in the top flat; yes, I know you’re ‘only going to the shop’, this does not change the fact that there are 3 flats in this house, not just yours, and you need to lock the shared front door when you go out.
Since you moved in, I have several times come home to a front door wide open to the street, not just unlocked, SWINGING WIDE OPEN, with no house residents in sight. This is one of dodgier suburbs in the city- I watched people climbing into the neighbours window, (and phoned the police) only a few weeks ago, my friend at the other end of the street likewise had her house broken into a few months ago.
Lock the fucking door, every time you go out. It takes 5 seconds, really.
I’m fully aware that your flat is on the top floor, and as such, is the least likely flat to be burgled, sadly, this is not the case for mine, as I’m pretty sure you’re aware. The door of my flat is made of cheap chipboard and is 3 metres from the door you have even told my housemate you ‘don’t need to lock’, as apparently no-one would dare to break in while you were wandering round the local shop for 10 minutes or so. You’re not stupid enough to go out without a key, as I’ve proved by locking the door on the way in, therefore I am forced to reach the conclusion that rather than simply being an idiot, you are a useless, selfish piece of crap.
That does set a new standard for useless, selfish piece of crap. “It’s not likely to affect ME, so why should I inconvenience myself for 10 whole seconds to save other people a world of trouble?”
So the council provide an industrial bin three times a year for householders todispose of large junk such as excess furniture, palm fronds etc. It is my order and after weeks of waiting it turns up this morning. In the dark I watch it being placed on the verge.
This is good.
Eventually I get up change and prepare to start transferring accumulated garbage to the bin.
It is full. The operators have left a full bin on the verge. Now I am assuming at some stage a truck will arrive and replace this garbage with an empty bin.
In the meantime I have a bin load of someone elses crap sitting outside on the footpath. I hope this is just normal household garbage and not a bin full of fish heads or similar.
Are you sure your neighbors didn’t fill it up during the night? If you lived in my neighborhood, that would be my first thought.
Where I live, recyclables and compostable material are picked up free; they’ll take as much as you can throw at them. And yet I frequently find someone else’s recyclable crap in my bin; in the wrong bin, by the way, in my trash bin. If I ever catch them, there will be heck to pay.
Roddy
That was my first thought but it wasn’t delivered until just before daybreak and the neighbours wouldn’t have been able to see it. They would have had to wake up, find the bin and then find a heap of trash to throw in it.
Anyway, it was emptied about 10 am and I have half filled it. Now tonight the neighbours can top it up. Neighbours are so kind in putting trash in it so I don’t wear myself out putting mine there.