First day of September; the day school began when I was a wee wisp of a girl. I’m hoping for a good September, so I’m offering some sacrificial candy to the big jar on the file cabinet.
On to the rant: if my coworkers don’t start to pick up their feet when the walk, I’m going to cut them off! I should not be able to hear your sloppy walk over the music on my headphones, damn it!
Especially when the topic of said call is “uh, why doesn’t your chip actually, you know, work?”. Let’s call the vendor ABC pretend for the purposes of this post that the hardware in question is a network switch.
ABC Engineer: Oh, your network uses ABC 123 NICs? You should probably upgrade to the ABC 456 NICs.
Us: Look, that isn’t the problem. We can reproduce the issue with any NIC.
ABC: Oh, yeah, that’s not causing this problem, but you really should think about using 456s.
2)
ABC: Oh, you’re using our switch to actually make a network? Most of our customers use the switch as a repeater between two computers.
Us: So the majority of your testing has gone into making sure that your switch can properly act as a wire?
3)
Us: So, just how many of these switches have you actually sold, anyway? Lots, right? How are we the first people to see this?
ABC Sales Guy: We’ve sold thousands – no, TENS of thousands of these things.
ABC Engineer: Hey, look, you really should think about moving to the 456…
Bonus Comment from one of our hardware engineers(not the vendor), trying to convince us to re-implement all of our software to be more fault-tolerant in the face of completely broken hardware:
Engineer(completely serious): It’s unrealistic to expect the hardware to actually work.
My apartment managers are a pair of whack-a-doos.
Thank god they’re getting divorced and she’s moving away.
Because, she says to him in front of me, “Yeah, you should be glad we’re divorcing. Now you can go be with HER” (meaning me).
I have no idea how she came to this conclusion.
Now when I come home for lunch, he comes running out of his apartment to “chat” with me.
Ick.
Today I came home and she says, “Hey, that was me that was in your apartment today.”
Whuh?? The fuck? Unless it’s an emergency you’re not allowed to be in my apartment!
“Yeah, I left a radio and a blanket in there.”
The… wh-huh??
“Yeah, you’re in #16, right?”
No! Christ! I’m in 15! Jesus, thanks for freaking me out thinking you, a whack-a-doo, were going into my apartment when I’m not there.
But, moreover, the tenant in 16 moved out last week. You think I live in an empty apartment???
I love my son but I swear to god, if he comes in my office and treats me to ONE MORE 20-minute blather-a-thon about Pokemon, I am going to pound pencils into my ears until the blood drowns him out.
(he’s FIFTEEN. Shouldn’t he have moved on to furtively hiding porn under his mattress by now?)
You have a 15-year-old son who SPEAKS to you?
Where should we send the medal?
Um… niblet_head, if you’re a female living alone, you should probably be locking your doors. Even if your apartment is empty.
Actually, come to think of it, you should probably lock your door even if you’re a male living with a mastiff with AIDS.
RNATB, it’s the manager. He has keys.
Oh, duh. I read that as “apartment neighbors”.
I’m about to lose another good friend because his wife keeps his testicles in her purse. The third in three years. Guys, why do you allow this to happen? Women, why do you insist on being such controlling, manipulative gunts?
Three times in the past 24 hours I’ve heard the word ‘Epicenter’ used incorrectly. It DOES NOT mean ‘center’. It really, really, REALLY doesn’t. It’s the space above the center. Almost as if they took the word ‘center’ and added a prefix to it to show that it’s NOT THE SAME WORD. I have NO friggin’ idea why there’s this sudden rush to use ‘epicenter’ in one’s conversation, but this morning I wanted to take the guy on the news that called an area the ‘epicenter’ of the drug trade and dangle him from a helicopter above the area he was speaking of to give him some goddamn perspective!
My fiance rented his condo (using leasing professionals) to a couple last November. They paid their rent on time and had no complaints until a few weeks ago when they sent a letter to the leasing company claiming that mold in the condo had caused one of them to develop asthma. Within 48 hours a certified professional tester visited the property and concluded that there was no mold that would cause health problems and that the amount of non-toxic spores detected was minimal. There was one slightly water-damaged area in a windowsill that was “a concern for mold growth” and that windowsill was painted and in excellent condition just prior to their move-in date, so the water damage must have occurred in the last 10 months and is therefore the renters’ liability.
Did the renters accept this quietly? Did they HELL! Their response was to get an attorney (who is a relative of theirs) to send a 3-page nastygram claiming that the spores found can cause health problems despite being classed as non-toxigenic. They want the last two months of rent refunded along with their deposit back in full AND reimbursement for medical expenses. Oh, and they claimed they’re not living in the condo as of Aug 1, but photos taken during the testing last week show that all their stuff is still there, including a laptop.
If these…these shitsucking would-be scammers actually think they have a case, they are sadly mistaken. I hope to fuck they don’t cause us any more financial outlay (they refuse to pay for the test). This is roughly the last thing we need right now. Fuckos!
(BTW Rysto, I’m glad I wasn’t drinking anything while reading your post or I would have spewed liquid all over my laptop. VENDORS!)
:rolleyes:
The reason why people use it the other than the way that you describe:
(From dictionary.com)
Also, epicentrum. Geology. a point, directly above the true center of disturbance, from which the shock waves of an earthquake apparently radiate.
a focal point, as of activity: Manhattan’s Chinatown is the epicenter of the city’s Chinese community.
You work with Dilbert, then?
Well, color me corrected! Rand withdrawn. Thanks for the info, Red!
Er, -rant- withdrawn.
We talk about all kinds of stuff, actually. He has even been known to confide in me about girls. o_O
I still can’t believe it, especially given my long-standing history of teasing him about things that embarrass him. (Not that I would EVER tease him about a girl. There are lines you don’t cross.)
Fuck the disgusting, filthy white-trash mongrels that live two doors down. I don’t fully understand the living situation, but I sure as fuck understand that twice - TWICE - this week the couple that live there with their toddler daughter (who is sweet and cute as a button, and unfortunately drew the short straw on parents) and crippled friend have taken their screaming matches into the parking lot.
Seriously, no one wants to hear you f-bomb one another, threaten to call the cops on one another, or scream into your phones to your moms about what a fuckup the other one is (And hey, calling Mommy because you had a child with a fucking troll? Grow a pair, and that goes for both of you). I swear to God, Almighty, I think a confused tornado is going to rip our condo complex apart because you guys behave like trailer-toting COPS rejects.
And no, you cannot borrow my grill. Idiots.
withdrawn
Maybe he’s trying to distract you from the porn he has hidden under his mattress. Have you checked what he does right after the blather-a-thon, when you don’t want anything to do with him for a while?
It’s a good thing I’m leaving India tomorrow because I am about one autorickshaw ride away from creating an international incident by PUNCHING THE NEXT FUCKING DRIVER WHO RIPS ME OFF IN THE FUCKING FACE.
Practically every time I go somewhere, the driver tries to rip me off. We agree on a price before I go (this is only at night, during the day the drivers use their meters) and when I arrive, they insist that we agreed on a different, higher, price. They think they can pull this bullshit because I am a foreigner and a woman and blond. Well, they don’t fucking know me. I am kind of a BITCH.
Asshole drivers. Fuck you all in the EAR, you bastards.