Don’t tell him how to use the internet! He’s a digital animator/graphic designer/web programmer!
Shit, shit, sorry, right. Backing out of the thread, bowing and scraping.
The point was not the cut and dried story - although even with a few details coroborated there is no reason to think that all your other self aggrandizing details were not made up. You wrote it as a scathing indictment of incompetent police officers. When people pointed out that the police were just doing their job, and you were being a comlete assmunch and interfering with their investigation, that is when you got all teary and insulted.
I don’t understand people like you. Do you seriously think that the police are uniformly corrupt and serve no purpose? If your house was robbed, or you were in a bad car wreck, or one of your numerous girlfriends was killed by an axe-weilding maniac, would you change your mind? I bet you’d want the cops there to help you out. I’m not naive, I know some cops are corrupt, but overall they’re just trying to do their job, a thankless, difficult, dangerous job at that. I know it makes you feel like a big man to say you are smarter and better than them, but you live in a very tiny bubble if you really think we’d be better off without police.
I seriously cannot believe that you are 50 years old. This must be the most severe case of arrested development ever. Have you ever, even once, looked outside your self to see that everyone else is just trying to do their thing and make it through their life as best as they can, just like you? You have no idea why this woman has worked in retail so long - hell, maybe she just enjoys it. What’s wrong with doing something you enjoy?
Good God, if I was 50 and had never advanced my career at all, and the most I could hope for was to make bloody Powerpoints all day, I’d probably kill myself. Good thing I’m not you, huh?
Well, maybe he likes powerpoint.
And I like writing. I write here, I write for myself, I write for work. I wrote the boilerplate text for a grant proposal for a non-profit of which I’m a member (it just sort of happened suddenly: we turned from a bunch of friends who do stuff together to a non-profit organization getting grants and working with local schools in, um, less than a year) and I’ll be writing some more for them in the next few weeks. I’ll be writing grant requests for people who do donate money up to and beyond $500k.
And I’m not planning on getting paid for it (stupid, I know, Harlan Ellison would slap me) and am in fact doing it for fun. We’re a somewhat conservative pack of fools, but most of us are edgy about the notion of getting paid for helping out the troupe. Most of us have other jobs, even if it’s just something small to pay the rent.
I get the idea, you know? I spend eight-plus hours of my day wishing the time would go by faster so I could go home, not do very much, sleep, and do it all again tomorrow. And while I’m working to change that, I can tell you that the idea of none of the educated, intelligent people working retail or low-paid service jobs is hilarious. Most of my coworkers have at least one degree, and a few more of us are working on advanced ones. At bookstores in particular I have known folks with several masters, even hard science ones, even a few PhDs. I know of one woman who rescued women from brothels in South Asia who works at a bookstore because she wanted a change of pace. My mother, a highly intelligent, well-read, well-traveled woman has worked in a bookstore for fifteen years. She could quit: Dad makes more than enough money to support her a long as she doesn’t go crazy on her craft and antique habits, after all. But she loves her job too much to leave it.
Understand, in other words, that some people are different from you. Just because they disagree does not make them ignorant, loathsome stooges.
Also, I kind of suspect you’re full of shit. I have no evidence that you are, of course, but I hear complete and utter bullshit and entitled whining every day I’m at work so I have a fair idea of how it sounds. 
Stan doesn’t want to multiquote. Then he wouldn’t get to see his name over and over and over every time he addresses another of his “ideas”.
Ninja, I suspect you are right about what Stan is full of. But he’s given some of us an oportunity for some wit, eh? (“ambidextrous”…snerk.)
I remember when I was in college going to Borders and asking if they were hiring. The desk clerk said they got so many requests for applications it wasn’t funny. They had a VERY low turn over, according to her.
Yes, I left one of the lady’s yoghurts under the bags at the end of the conveyor belt. SHE was the one doing self checkout and sending such an assload of groceries down to me that the item was forced under the bag by the weight of all the other crap she bought. Hey, lady, do you think you will get out of here any faster if you make it more difficult to bag your groceries by flooding the end of the checkout faster than I can bag? That just slow me down, because I have to struggle to overcome the pile to do it right. I will say one thing. I have a newfound respect for grocery baggers. Tough fucking job.
But screwing up my ATM card by adding an extra digit and sending me into overdraft? Thanks. Just fucking thanks.
When I started this project, I had no idea who Artest was. I admit, he is a bit of a douche. But his charity raises millions for inner city kids, so I have no qualms about helping out with that.
Sure does!
I am not interested in being of value to society. I am interested in taking care of my girlfriend and my dog. And eating. As far as not being able to hold a job, I have quit the few straight jobs I was offered.
Yep.
Pity. Pity is the word for the emotion I have at someone who works at a low paying job in the corporate world for 15 years, to hold on to health insurance that will be yanked the minute a serious disorder is discovered.
Yep.
And, to the previous poster, thanks for the multi-quote button. I have enough on my mind figuring out Lightwaveand it’s vagaries on a day to day basis, to worry about BBS software, but I won’t forget.
Um, where to start. My house WAS robbed. Cops took a report and were like “later dude”. I stake out my own home, trapped the robbers next time they came back, and handed them to the cops with a bow. Without using a gun.
As far as my career, I started out nosing around in 3D animation as a hobby, and now work for famous clients. We are expecting a good payday out of the Artest project, and his agent has other stuff lined up for us. Yeah, no advancement…
Well, if Borders keeps hemorrhaging money as they have been doing for a number of years, the turnover will be 100%, because they will all be on the street. As far as B&N is concerned, I really don’t know what those folks make, but it is a low-ambition job, with very limited opportunities for advancement.
Yes, I left one of the lady’s yoghurts under the bags at the end of the conveyor belt. SHE was the one doing self checkout and sending such an assload of groceries down to me that the item was forced under the bag by the weight of all the other crap she bought. Hey, lady, do you think you will get out of here any faster if you make it more difficult to bag your groceries by flooding the end of the checkout faster than I can bag? That just slows me down, because I have to struggle to overcome the pile to do it right. I will say one thing. I have a newfound respect for grocery baggers. Tough fucking job.
But screwing up my ATM card by adding an extra digit and sending me into overdraft? “Oh, I’m sorry, I will issue a refund!” That will credit my account in three days after the bank rapes me for $20 on what should have been a $4.00 sale. Thanks. Just fucking thanks. I guess I should be pitting bank practices, which I do, but that is another thread. And I pit my girlfriend who should have checked the amount, and I pit the designers of the cash registers who for some goddamn reason don’t display the total to the customer like they used to. So much to pit here… :mad:
Good God, so very much wrong with this. Are you really such a fucking pea-brain that you really can’t conceive of police being useful in our society? You mention the house robbing (probably also made up or at least seriously embellished - very few home robbers come back to the same house, so it seems unlikely), but what about the other stuff?
And honestly, if you still need to take temp work as a grocery bagger while simultaneously deriding other hard-working people to make yourself feel better, you have not advanced at all. Pity is the word I feel for you, Mr.Powerpoint. Incidentally I am not a cubicle drone - I’ve never set foot inside a cubicle in my life. There are other ways to advance in a stable career that do not involve being a drone.
As for the yogurt lady - are you seriously blaming your incompetence on her buying too many groceries? Jesus Christ, man up - that is what people do at grocery stores. At least admit you fucked up. I hope she came back and told you that you were of below average intelligence and were a loser.
Well, I think *that’s *pretty clear.
Wait. The purchase should have been four bucks, the clerk hit one extra digit, so that means she couldn’t have charged you more than $94, and this sent a successful 50+ year old CGI whatchamacallit into overdraft? And this makes the salesclerk a loser?
Save my spot. I’m getting some popcorn.
Wow. You used a bow?
You don’t understand, he’s a free spirit!
Anyways, this is clearly much more his girlfriends fault for not noticing a difference of that magnitude when she was paying. But then the kind of girls who would date a guy like Stan are of at best below average intelligence - you can’t rely on them to understand fancy numbers - they need to be checked on when they’re mooching off their loser boyfriends at B&N. Hopefully that $4 was to buy some colouring books to keep her entertained during his shift at the grocery store.
Yes.
Alternately, you can go to your bank after the charge is refunded, explain to them that the charge was mistaken and has been returned and they should waive the chargeback fee. Depending on how much the bank sucks, they should do it. If they don’t, find another financial institution: I’d recommend a credit union, since they tend to treat their clients better.
Also – and this is just a general life recommendation – while in earshot, don’t bitch at or about people who are trying to fix your problems. Even if they caused them. It doesn’t do any good, it doesn’t make them less likely to screw up in the future, and it probably WILL make them less likely to bend over backward or make special exceptions for you. Treat people with respect and they will be more likely to treat you with respect. It’s an amazing concept, I know.
Shrug. I’ve got 30 plus years (and benefits :D). It just happened. One day I just sort of looked up and it was like “Holy shit! Where did the time go? When did that happen?”
I don’t consider myself a drone, but having job security (relative to some other people), health and dental insurance, and a retirement plan, etc, can be pretty nice.
I just clicked on the link to the other Smenge thread… Whoa. If you have time (and a high tolerance for Internet Douchbaggery™), it’s quite entertaining. Especially:
and
To which none other than Ed Zotti had to intervene:
Stan, do be careful to not trumpet your lack of social and/or emotional development … or your size. I really can’t begin to scratch the surface of how little we care or even think about your genitalia.
I like this thread for two important reasons:
1.) I’d never heard of “coont” before this thread.
2.) I never knew about multiquote before this thread.
3.) I’d never heard of Stan Schmenge before this.
Well, as a ten-plus-year lurker, I should say I’d never paid attention to anything he wrote before.
Well, NO MORE! Today is the day that that has changed forever. I am laughing myself silly at all his past adventures…
What a Ron.
It’s his over the top exaggerations that kill me. It’s like he thinks none of the rest of us have ever been outside the house before. “Wow, he just told the cops he would walk home instead of going with them? I didn’t know you could do that! But if Stan says it’s so…”. It’s pretty damn funny. Have you gotten to his post where he tells us about how good at go-cart driving he is (to prove that he didn’t deserve all the tickets he’s gotten while driving), and how the guys at the go-kart track were so scared and intimidated by him that they told him he better slow down? That’s one of my favourites.
Unfortunately he has a habit of skittering off after too many questions have been asked, which often leaves his threads with somewhat unsatisfactory endings. I’m pretty sure he’s done that with this one.
As for me, I’ve never been so aroused.
Is it the mullet? The tank top from the county fair with “Bad Ass” airbrushed on it? The pron-stasche? The short denim cut-offs (so frayed that the white cotton pockets are hanging down over his thighs)?
Or are you fantasizing about him picking you up for a date driving his go-kart?