As a sort of counter-rant to the OP (although 35 C is pretty friggin hot):
To all my New Englander friends, stop whining about the heat, for the love of god. 85 degrees is not broiling hot. Just because your pasty wilty constitutions couldn’t survive for two hours anywhere south of the Mason-Dixon line doesn’t mean I want to listen to you whine and moan about a day barely warm enough to melt ice with a magnifying glass…
Hey, for a li’l old ten-dollar tip at Christmas, I will be nice to you ALL YEAR. I am the biggest sucker I know, as far as paper carriers go…when one of my customers installed a ramp to her door, I called** HER** to ask if she needed her paper at her door now? Turned out the ramp was for her father, but sure, since I was asking, SURE they’d like the paper at the door! Got myself into that one, didn’t I?
I do throw a few papers from my car, but if they land on the grass or at the end of the drive, I stop, go back, and toss 'em again. I just can’t make myself leave a paper in the grass. sigh
Thanks for the welcome Feynn, I’m not a turnip tho, Irish actually, just living here
My mini-rant is as follows:
Always trust content from Gator Inc?
How about never asshole!? How about never fucking trust contect from Gator?!
Gimme one of those buttons and I might consider paying for your bastard-ass software*.
Disclaimer: Not a reference to illegal activity, but rather to the fact that while I accept bundled M$ software I have never purchased it separatly… :rolleyes:
I’d like to throw in a little misc. rant from the irony of life dept.
My eyes really suck, so I wear contacts. With the contacts I have better that 20-20, without them I am nearly blind. What is the one point in life at which I could use great vision? Trying to find a fucking contact that I dropped on the floor. But I can’t see a damn thing while I’m trying to look for it cause I dropped my fucking contact on the floor. And before some smartass says why don’t you squint through the eye that still has the contact, I would like to point out the contacts are designed to be translucent so the only way to find them is to look for the very slight textural difference that the contact on the floor creates, which requires depth perception, which requires two eyes.
“In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know that you’ve had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.” – LTUAE ch 1, Douglas Adams
kambuckta must be in a different Melbourne to me.
Granted, it was only 12C here today, but the sun was out and I cut the grass. No dreariness over in the west.
A few of my better friends (there the only ones who can do this without being brutally mauled) find it absolutely hilarious to take my glasses and hide them somewhere. Given that my ability to see facial features ends at about 2 feet, this means it is practically impossible to find them, even when hidden in plain view of everybody else in the room. Also, I step on things that I don’t know are there, and it hurts.
Will all the union people negotiating the strike go directly to hell. And the mayor, that would be good, too. We can’t have a garbage/parks/library strike right now! We’re going to have the Pope, and 350,000 teenagers descend upon Toronto in less than a month! Do we really need them to arrive to towering stacks of garbage, and the wailing of all the kids who lost the summer jobs **they need to pay for university[/b}?! That’s great, we really need Toronto to look even lamer than it usually does. Morons.
I hate summer. It’s 36C here today. Blech. I’m going to hide inside until the heat goes away.
Oh, yeah, and I couldn’t afford to go to the synthpop festival. $100 a day? I know you flew bands in from all over the world, but did it have to be $100?
I’m sick of 10% of the people at church doing 90% of the work. The helpers scheduled for the nursery never show up so why are they even put on the schedule?! We had ELEVEN kids in there today with just me and a teenage girl who sat in a rocking chair the whole time rocking the most well behaved (sleeping) kid in the nursery. (She did do most of the cleaning up, though.)
Grrr! If people say they’re gonna do something, why don’t they freakin do it? Why can’t they just say “no, I have no intention of showing up and watching a bunch of kids, I frankly have better things to do so don’t schedule me to do it?”
Next time you have a fucking network-wide outage, could you, I dunno, maybe make an effort to inform the ISP’s you resell to?
Nothing like coming in to work on a Monday morning (we’re closed Sundays) to 2 full voice mailboxes and 140+ emails. A huge portion of our customers were down from 11 pm last night till about noon today.
We pay you good money. I know we’re a drop in the bucket compared to some of your other ISP’s, but that doesn’t mean we should get screwed like that. If you’re down, you have an obligation to let your customers KNOW so they can do something about it for THEIR customers.
And while I’m at it, hey people that email technical support. Can you give me at least a little info? All I’m asking for is maybe an account name so I can at least guess at what your problem might be.
I have a theory on driving. This seems like as good a place as any for it.
In the little town next to my littler town, there’s a stop sign with a light on top. It’s an old stop sign, built in a way that no stop sign would be built today.
This stop sign (or, more accurately, stop signs, as there’s one facing east and one west) and light are mounted on a post, and that post is mounted in a truncated pyramid of concrete (maybe a foot and a half to a side), and that pyramid is in the very center of the 4-way-stop, two street intersection.
So, when driving through this intersection, one must be sure to not hit this concrete block, or scrape it with the side of the car. When I drive through this intersection, I usually give myself about six inches or a foot of clearance. I know that the mirror on my car is the widest point, as it is on most vehicles, so I can easily tell how far I am from something (as can other drivers in other vehicles).
Sometimes, when I’m following someone through town, I watch them as they swing waay out from the sign, sometimes as much as ten feet.
So, the crux of the theory: how good can a driver be if they have to avoid an absolutely stationary object by that large of a distance? How can they have that bad of a perception of the vehicle’s “personal space”? I’ve never actually ridden with someone who’s done this, so I can’t tell if my bias against these people is wrong or not, but it can’t be a good sign.
No offense meant to you, scout, you just happened to be convenient. Parking garages (the only really 3-D thing we regularly drive on), monday morning pre-work stress, and a car you’re not used to (unless you have an Interpid) don’t make a good combination.
The way you say it, it seems like they aren’t chosing between working in the nursery or not, they’re being forced to chose between saying no to a presumed obligation and being able to ‘forget’ about something they were forced into. Perhaps if it was a non-obligated signup rather than an obligated or shirking situation, scheduled people would show up?
Yesterday afternoon, when I was walking home from the bus stop in pouring rain, with no umbrella, wearing a thin, cotton skirt, would if have killed you to stop and and offer me a lift? Trust me, folks, I don’t look like an axe murderer, and it’s not a bad neighborhood. I didn’t take an umbrella because it both the temperature and the humidity felt like they were in the 90’s and I didn’t know it was going to rain. I’ll take responsibility for my own actions, and I have offered people lifts, and I’ve even got one or two at times, most recently last Thursday. Still, next time you see someone looking like a drowned or drowning rat, could you at least think about stopping?
To the asshole that gleefully compared my DEAD father to his erroneously disconnected circuit last night:
I know how you FEEL now? I know how YOU FEEL? You waste of flesh. You’re a DOCTOR?! YOU SEEM TO BE LACKING IN THE FUCKING EMPATHY DEPARTMENT. If you’d been here, I would have mashed my hands to bit smashing them into your face. I was so angry that I was punching my knee for 10 minutes until I got myself marginally under control. These aren’t poor little girl tears, bubby, these are I WANT TO RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF TEARS. I have your address. Temptation is such a fucking bitch.
And no, telling management to apologize for you will not get you back in my good books. And yes, I am a GODDAMN GOOD SUPERVISOR. But you’re never gonna see a bit of MY empathy now. You’d better hope you never need my fucking help.