Yep. The cashiers at my current employer are trained to “chat up” customers. It makes for a friendly atmosphere which is supposed to make the customer want to return.
Sometimes it works. Sometimes not.
What’s up with the latest Facebook trend of posting still photos as videos? They take an ordinary meme and make a 30 second video of it where you watch it and nothing happens. Why?
I am not 100% sure but I think it’s because a “video” gets thrown up on more newsfeeds than just a picture. One of those mysterious FB algorithms things.
Maybe you should do what Chimera does with the cat: squirt the cashier with water as he/she starts chatting.
I was shopping for groceries yesterday and the clerk cheerily asked me, “And what are you doing this afternoon?!” I said, “Shopping for groceries”. It wasn’t a lie as I had one more stop to make, but it did shut down that line of questioning.
OK, this is borderline above mini-rant but I really did not want to start a whole thread.
A friend of mine has been managing to start a careeras a twitch broadcaster. She’s been working very hard at it and has been making some decent goals in what is a field with a lot of competition.
So, natuarlly a couple of internet shits demanded she send them nude photos or they would dox her. However, all they had was a very old address and there was no threat. She naturally told them to fuck off.
But still, WTF? Who rasies their kids like that? If I had a kid who I found out pulled this shit they’d be grounded until they cleaned the dirt basement with nothing but their fingernails. I pulled some shit when I was a kid but never to that level.
Get some nude shots of KellyAnne, send those. (Can you send those without having to look at them? Must be a way…)
Nah, google those pictures of the really weird nude Trump statues from last year and send those. 
Woke up with a migraine this morning.
Which of course meant that my mother had to call me to grill me about “why” I had a migraine, talk a lot and then invite me out to lunch with her and my niece to talk some more.
No, no talking. Leave me alone today.
My son is at sleep away camp two hours away. This morning I get this chirpy email saying, “Good news! Parents’ night has become parent’s DAY! So moms, plan on getting to camp by 2 p.m. and staying through dinner and campfire on Wednesday! Hooray!”
Yes. Hoo-fucking-ray. You want me to take a half day off work with less than a week’s notice to drive two hours, sit in near-100 degree weather watching my 11 year old son swim with his friends, then drive my happy ass back, arriving at 11 p.m. and go to work the next day? Well, sign me the fuck up!
I hadn’t even planned to go at all until I was helpfully informed that my son would be the ONLY kid with no mom there. Now I’m getting shit for deciding I’ll at least show up for dinner, refusing to get there at 2. I really have to wonder whether my mom thought this much about my “tender” psyche at this age. I sure as shit know she wouldn’t have driven four hours round trip on a moment’s notice to join me at camp for the privilege of melting in the heat while chatting with other moms she’d just seen three days before.
Fucking mom politics. All these moms either don’t work or work for the school system and have the whole summer off. I’m the only one who has a standard 9 to 5. Drives me batshit sometimes.
On the other hand, we have the single people like me who get told that married people with children have to have first rights to days off and vacation days because they have to plan around their children.
United Airlines ‘destroys’ man’s custom $42,000 wheelchair during trip from France to the U.S.
Why didn’t United just toss it from the plane at 28,000 feet and be done with it.
If this happen to you again get some Epsom salt it draw out pus . Mix it with some warm water and put it right on the bite . I got a tick right in my ear and it hurt like hell ! My ear was bright red and getting infected so I had to got ER and have the fucker taken out . The nurse wasn’t able to get the head out and my sister who a RN told me to use Epsom salt and it worked ,it draw the fucker head out of my ear .
Epsom salts. Interesting.
My mom would make a paste with baking soda. Come to think of it, I couldn’t tell you if it was more of an actual poultice, or a placebo.
ETA: She used it for bee stings. I never encountered a tick before I was thirty.
What exactly is a “twitch broadcaster”?
Or even vaguely?
Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/
‘Broadcaster’ may not be the proper term, but DJ, host, presenter don’t seem right either.
The proper way to put a bunch of disposable plastic-wear in containers in the break room is to have the handle pointing up.
Yes, that might make it harder to initially identify what bin has knives, spoons or forks, but if you put the scooping / cutting / stabbing thing facing up, then people will get their hands all over numerous pieces, and that’s just gross.
I discovered a lump on my kitty Harley’s leg. The vet didn’t have an appointment available until tomorrow. I know my vet very well, used to volunteer in his office. I’m pretty sure if I pleaded and cried I could’ve gotten in today, but Harley is otherwise acting fine so I’m going to save the pleading and crying for another time. But it means I have to spend another night thinking the worst.
This is the kitty I’ve called my orange asshole here on the board, but except for picking on his sister and eating paper/plastic (then barfing everywhere), he’s a sensitive, loving, funny kitty. I adopted him ten years ago when he was three when I volunteered at the shelter. He was having a meltdown during an adoption event and I was tasked with calming him. We connected. Somehow, I didn’t take him that night (a Saturday), but couldn’t stop thinking about him. The shelter was closed Sunday, but Monday morning I was waiting when they unlocked the door.
He follows me around the house. When I was recovering from surgery, he only left my side to eat and use the litterbox. He comforted me when I lost my eighteen-year-old soulmate kitty. Right now he’s sleeping on his back, snoring, and chasing something in a dream. He makes us laugh every day. He does tricks-for-treats. He loves his toys. We have to have three pillows on the bed because he insists on sleeping right by my head.
I’ll post a picture later today. Right now I’ve gotten myself pretty worked up. I’ve had two cancer kitties, neither of which turned out well.
“Livestreamer” may be the most accurate, though that may require an assumption that people understand what a livestream is.
Kitties thrive on verbal abuse, I think. Good luck to your orange asshole, and please let us know what the vet says.