To the other person who owns the house:
If you’re going to put up an ad about the room for rent, don’t put your cell phone number up on the ad unless your cell phone is actually working. Put your current number up. Me emailing you and then waiting half a day to see if you actually got the damn email is not working out. Matter of fact, howsabout you wait to put up the ad when you’re actually in the goddamned country?
To the person who has called eight times since last night about the room:
Stop that immediately. You woke me up this morning and that’s pretty much guaran-damn-teeing that I’m going to tell the other owner not to rent to you. You left a goddamned message. Wait a while to see what results come of that.
To the previous tenant:
Pick up the rest of your shit before I set it on fire. We need to get the room rented out and that can’t happen until you pick up the last of your shit.
Maybe we’re in a honeymoon period, but Yay Internode!
ADSL connected within 5 days. Faster speeds than I had at the previous house with another provider. And yay unmetered Steam content. I just downloaded a 2Gb beta, and it’s not even been metered against my usage. Glee.
About as mini as it gets:
When you pull into the gas station and there are two pumps open, pull in to the furthest one so someone (i.e. me) can pull in behind you instead of around you to the next pump.
Also:
Fuck Hughesnet for taking down my satellite Saturday night, then waiting until Tuesday night to fix it. Sounded like it was a planned change, but you didn’t let me know about it, just had various tech support people tell me I had to wait for “advanced” tech support to get back to me. Am I dumb enough to wait around all day Monday? Yes. Not Tuesday, though. Lucky for me, you didn’t call until dinnertime, so I’m glad I didn’t waste another day.
I had a group presentation in a class today. There were four of us in the group, so we had split up the work evenly. Although we knew what topics we were all presenting on, none of us knew the specific content that everyone else would present until this morning.
Anyway, one of my groupmates included a map of the world indicating something or other in her presentation. Someone asked where it was from. Her answer:
“Wikipedia”.
Then the professor asked, “Well, where did Wikipedia get it?” She said, “Oh, I don’t know. I can look it up if you like.”
WTF? This is grad school! WIKIPEDIA IS NOT A SOURCE. A great place to FIND sources, yes. But you can’t fucking CITE it!
I doubt we’ll get marked down for it, but I was pretty embarrassed for a moment there. Jesus.
Okay, you two grown-ass men, if either of you continue to mope around the bench area of the gym and, instead of asking when I’m finishing with the bench or if you can work in, you flounce around sucking your teeth and/or “accidently” kick the leg of the bench I’m working on, I’m either going offer you some dental floss or ointment for sore toes.
Or just look at you look you’ve lost your motherfucking mind.
How did I go from being unemployed to having so much work on TWO projects I can’t seem to get them done. And they seem to just keep getting bigger and bigger. Okay, I bragging, but it is a lot to handle.
I just spent the last several days at work trying to track down a horrific bug. What we were seeing was that several machines would try to boot and get in a state where they were totally locked up and the only thing that could be done was to pull the plug and try and start it up again. But once it happened once on a machine, it would always happen at boot.
The problem pointed at one of the most awful pieces of code I’ve ever seen. It was a driver for a piece of hardware we used. For the more technical among us, this driver was enabling interrupts before installing any interrupt handlers. For the less technical, that’s the equivalent of giving somebody a phone number and asking them to call you at it if they have news for you, and then calling up the phone company and asking them to install a phone at your house with that number. (If you don’t get what’s so bad about this, what happens if your friend tries to call you before the phone company installs the new phone line?)
In the end, it wasn’t the driver’s fault at all, despite it being so awful. No, what was happening was a godammned Y2K bug(seriously!). If a machine lost power, it’s internal clock would get set back to Dec 31, 99. A little time would pass and the clock would increment to Jan 1, 00, and all hell would break lose. The only way to fix the problem was to pull the plug… but then the internal clock would lose power and get set back to Dec 31, 99, which would in short order go up to Jan 1, 00, etc, etc.
I got caught using a spreadsheet to help me do my job today, and was told not to do that. I work as an accounting clerk. I’m starting to think my supervisor is nuts. Then there was the hour and a half that I did absolutely nothing because there was no work for me to do, and she came in with an hour’s worth of work 25 minutes before my quitting time and told me it had to be done before I could leave. I’m fairly sure that she’s either nuts or trying to drive me nuts. I’m trying to find another job so I can leave this woman to her micro-managing, nutty ways.
Oh yeah, I would also like to give a big “Screw You” to all the idiotic temp agencies who advertise their jobs in the “Direct Employers Only” section of our local online classifieds. Assholes.
That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day. Did she offer any kind of reason?
Pigeons can only read straight up and down, not across or diagonally. If you put the numbers into spreadsheet format, they can spy on you through the window.
That it would take longer. Yes, it would take longer for me to input numbers in a spreadsheet and have all the work done for me automatically than it would to input exactly the same numbers on an adding machine, after writing them down on a piece of paper and then writing the totals down to keep track of them for each different code. I’m starting to suspect she is not only micro-managing and crazy but incompetent as well. I’ve seen her spreadsheets - very amateurish and not utilizing Excel’s capabilities very well.
Hmm, we do work on the fifth floor with big windows!
We had snow overnight – nothing major, an inch, perhaps two. Yet my neighbor seemed to think this necessitated using his exceedingly loud snowblower at five o’clock in the fucking morning.
My question: when using my sniper rifle from 50 yards, what sort of compensation leading should I use to offset shooting through the blower feed?
Thank you,
Tired, Cranky, and Homicidal in New Jersey
No direct pitting. I don’t believe in god. But I feel like pissing and moaning.
45c yesterday. 33c minimum overnight. That’s not good sleepin’ weather. 45-48 today, depending on how lucky we are.
Temperatures in excess of 40c for the rest of the week. Possibly next week.
I shoulda got that pool the other day.
Though actually, I do have a pit.
It’s not uncommon for temperatures to exceed 40c here in Adelaide. Why then, every summer, do we have train lines shut down for days at a time because the tracks are buckling? The interstate lines rarely shut down for that reason, and some of them run through the middle of the farking desert!
Melbourne lost 200 out of 2,000 train services due to failed air-con and buckled tracks. Thank Og I choose to drive in so I get the comfort of air-con in the car and it was still fucking hot. We did choose the pool (8 years ago), so yesterday afternoon was extremely pleasant and then about 10:30 last night it was magnificient. Getting out and back into the heat was appalling though. Fucking global warming.
That’s a good point. Pathetic (on her part, as an accounting professional who is the controller for a corporation), but valid.
I should do this up as a text document so I can just paste it every winter - I would like it if every homeowner who doesn’t clear their sidewalks falls and breaks the most inconvenient bone possible. Maybe then they would get why EVERYONE is REQUIRED BY LAW to clear their walks here in Calgary. We had a lot of snow, yeah, but we have also had some nice chinooks now, when it was possible to get out there and clear things up easily because everything was melted and soft. Nope, they just let the built-up snow turn into four inches of sheer ice. Massive jerks.
Dear Arizona driver and shopper, there is a time for contemplation, reluctance, doubt and hesitation and then there is a time for forward fucking movement. Please review the appropriate circumstances for each.
You hired me as an electronics technician, with the understanding that I am capable of performing field-level repairs to the electronics in the sorting machines. The light barriers fall under that heading. Soldering on the equipment sometimes needs to happen. When it needs to happen, the needs of the plant would tend to dictate that it is better that the soldering be done competently rather that slapdashedly. Cold solder joints do not last long, and need to be done again and again untl they are done right, or until the component simply breaks and has to be replaced.
Please let me have a real soldering station. Please let me have a solder removal tool, solder wick, and flux. And could you order a new roll of solder, please? I have about two inches left in my toolbag, and I don’t think it’s going to last much longer.
