I feel your pain niblet_head. Check the fridge and car. And maybe near the phone.
And check your purse, maybe you put the bag in already.
Baby, I’ll call you tomorrow. I promise. 
Hope your results are good.
Nah, dumped it out first thing. Was so paranoid that after I reloaded it for work, that I dumped it out again!! 
I bet this is going to be like the time I found my iPod on top of my laundry. In the washing machine. Right before I hit the start button…
My stummy hurts. If I could just burp one good burp…
This post was made even funnier by my ipod starting Johnny Lang’s Lie to Me just as I reopened this thread.
Thanks, 5-4-Fighting, I needed that.
(I work in a large medical center, in a building full of lots of doctors’ offices. I work in a decent-sized department but only work directly with a few doctors on their projects, so I’ll probably recognize our doctors’ names - maybe not the new residents’ names until a few months into their terms - and some names of other well-known doctors in the hospital. There are many different clinics and departments on each floor of this building, including my floor.)
A woman shows up in my office - common occurrence, I’m near an elevator and everyone ignores the directory right in front of their faces as they get off the elevator, wanders a little, then walks into my office to ask where their doctor’s office is. She asks for a room number that doesn’t exist on this floor, let’s say 413. I’m in 414, and tell her that room doesn’t exist, and ask if it’s been a while since she’s been here as we’ve had some remodeling that changed room numbers around and moved offices. She says no, she was here not long ago, so I ask what her doctor’s name is so I can look it up. She gives me the doctor’s name, which strongly rings a bell, but I know the reason is at least partially because I’ve reviewed that doctor’s research before. The doctor is definitely not in my department.
As I’m typing it into the online directory, she sneers that she doesn’t know what’s wrong with people here, no one knows anything. I manage to not react much other than an involuntary narrowing of the eyes, but I’m looking down to type anyway so that’s harder to see. Meanwhile she’s fumbling in her purse for something, and pulls out - a business card. I tell her the office is in room 483, not 413, right as she hands me the card for the doctor, with the preprinted address clearly showing room 483. And 413 written by her on the top, as she tells me, “But ‘Mary’ told me it was 413!” Lady, I don’t know ‘Mary’, she’s apparently in your doctor’s office, and either you can’t hear or that woman screwed up, but none of that confusion is my fault. I manage to say, “I apologize, but it looks like ‘Mary’ misinformed you; it’s 483.”
So she’s leaving and asks me where that is. Me, I can never figure out why people need directions when there are overhead signs showing that the numbers get bigger going one way down the hall and smaller the other way, but whatever, so I just tell her “Turn left as you head out the door, go all the way down the hallway.”
She says, “You mean turn right.” like she’s right about how the building is configured and I’m clueless.
I say, “No, turn left, go all the way down the hallway.”
“I turn left, then where do I go? Turn right again?”
["…"] “No, turn left, just go straight down the hall, the door is on the left.”
She finally leaves, and does head left at least.
I don’t know why you overlooked the office’s proper room number on the business card you had. I don’t know why you think that some woman who I don’t know but is presumably from your doctor’s office gave you the wrong number - maybe she did, maybe you misheard it - or why that has anything to do with me.
I wouldn’t have thought anything of it except for your snide comment about how no one around here knows anything. I am not the Information Desk, and you’re the one who can’t find her own long-time doctor’s office with a business card listing the room number. Most of the time when I help lost people they’re pleased I could figure out where they’re going; I don’t expect gratitude but not being insulted would be awfully nice. Bitch.
Dear Charles Krauthammer and everyone else who uses the term Obamacare:
WE ALREADY RATION CARE, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! :mad:
I’m an ordinary workingman, and unless Obama’s plan passes I’ll almost certainly never get health insurance unless Medicare’s still around in 25 years.
You can take your “I’ve got mine so fuck you, Jack” attitude and shove it right up your tuchus.
I hope you catch a communicable disease (one which could have been prevented in a civilized country) off a poor person and feel like you want to die for two weeks.
<sniffle> The last day of the August, another summer nearly gone and I have not been to the beach, ridden a roller coaster, or even worn shorts (let alone a swimsuit). This is a sucky part of adulthood.
On the way home from work today I passed a clutch of teenaged girls on the sidewalk. All slender, long straight hair flowing past their shoulders, tanned, long-legged, sashaying along in shorts – and I got so envious.
How has it been since that was me? 
If there’s five of you ladies and only one of me, how come I’m always doing your job instead of mine? I think it’s because I’m stupid enough to actually show up to work every day. On the other hand, no one does my job but me, so I guess I’d better fucking be here.
Yeah, I’m getting a little bitter about this.
I know what I do is like magic to you, but it’s not magic. It took me ten years to master my craft, wrestle with obscure computer terms and coax the computer to obey my code. There’s no such thing as “just a simple feature”. Putting in just one more feature means one more piece of code to write, to make that it works with everything else and to test it.
And oh yeah, “ASAP” as a dateline is bullshit. You can scream ASAP at me but I will only work what I think I could handle in a day. You can’t simply just snap your finger and expect me to get things done. You’re the boss man, you get paid (or fork out your own money) to be responsible for this project or whatever.
Would you keyboard developers PLEASE put a comma near the numbers on the right side? You know, that thing people use to separate every 3 digits when they’re typing out a number?
Three months ago my nephew got a $3 toy truck from some dollarstore that was secured to the packaging with SCREWS, a half-dozen screws for a generic toy. Not only —could i NOT use one of the screwdrivers kept in the kitchen tool drawer, i had to use one of the small screwdrivers i’d purchased for repairing my glasses and fiddling with itsy things, gah.
Six screws and two fiddly plastic things for a $3 toy, how’s that for some wasteful packaging?!
iTunes, you are the shittiest shit ever. I don’t know how one company can put out such a great thing (my iPod touch) and also THE SHITTIEST SOFTWARE EVER KNOWN TO MAN which I must use with it.
Every single time I try to upgrade my firmware, the ipod gets bricked. I’ve waited on upgrading to 3.0 for months now because I haven’t wanted to deal with this shit again, but an app I want to use requires it. So I upgrade, and my ipod gets bricked with “unknown error” yet again. THANKS THAT’S HELPFUL.
So like usual, I just try random combinations of crap - different itunes versions, different restore points, different USB ports, holding different buttons as I plug the thing in, random rebooting - until some magic combination gets the ipod restore function to work. Fantastic.