I am the April fool. I just sent out an updated phone list to absolutely everybody with an error in it. Then I fixed it and sent it out to everybody again, with a different error. :smack:
Absolutely everybody, do not trust me today.
Back in that era, that cat had kittens. I went out to the barn one night and they weren’t inside. No big deal, they were getting near old enough for their first overnight trip* Instead I found mama cat sitting outside on the top of the pig fence, watching. I walk over and sit next to her, she climbs on my lap to watch from there. Kittens were playing with a mouse. Chasing it around the immediate area. It got away from them and ran off behind the horse water tank. Mama calmly jumps down, jogs over, nabs it and brings it back. She drops it in the middle of the kittens. Climbs back up and parks on my lap to watch again. 
One of my fondest memories.
And yet I’ve told it a few times over the years only to have people get upset at how cruel it was to the mouse. I can only chalk that up to the urban disconnect from the cycle of life.
- When her kittens would get old enough, she would lead them off to the other side of the farm (1/4 mile) and then come back alone. They’d straggle in over the next couple of hours to a full day. Then she’d take them farther. Where, I don’t know. But they’d straggle in over the course of the next WEEK. I think she went out looking for them, because in the several years she did this, I only recall 1-2 kittens that didn’t come back. Well, that is, until that final year. She and her daughter went out with 13 kittens between them. The two of them and a couple of kittens were back the next day, coughing and struggling to breath. Some of the rest made it back, but within a week, she was the sole survivor. She had persistent breathing problems for the rest of her life, which was only another year or so.
Just here to mini-pit my mother for telling my 28 month old today “when women say no, they mean yes!” and that steak pie is “meant for men”.
I pulled her up on both, but…!
Well, at least it wasn’t hair pie…
I would gladly pay $150 NOT to ever hear Mumford and Sons’ “I Will Wait For You” EVER AGAIN. :mad: :mad: Seriosuly, radio stations, stop playing that goddamn song every 45 minutes.
Depending on where you took it they were probably far from professional, supposed or otherwise. They were probably just some minimum wage teenager they hired off the street and had never done anything like that in his life before working there.
It was a local chain, but I checked reviews and made sure that this wasn’t the case because it was literally the first time I’d ever had someone else change my oil. I didn’t see any mechanic in the place under the age of 30 or so, and all the folks working there (according to their website and their online application) you have to at least be ASE certified to get a job there. Of course, they could be middle-aged minimum wage otherwise-unemployable shmoes, but either way they won’t be getting any of my (or anyone who will listen) business again.
I’ll add Phil Phillips’ Home or whatever the hell the name of it is to this rant.
Um, Mom? What do women say when they mean no? :dubious:
That’s all kinds of fucked up. :eek:
- purplehorseshoe, who can grill a steak better than most men she knows
As a computer programmer, I’ve mastered technologies A and B. I even wrote a well-reviewed book about A.
There are plenty of high-paying jobs available for folks who know A, B, and X. X isn’t hard to learn, but it’s so important that no company will hire anyone who doesn’t have years of experience with it. So, despite the many unfilled job postings, I can’t get hired. Frustrating!
Fuck off Big Lots. We bought a sofa from them. The legs of the sofa did not come attached to the base of the sofa forcing my husband to have to spend over an hour drilling holes and attaching them. You could have warned us that some assembly was required.
There was a giant sign on the building saying BIG LOTS. What more warning do you need?
That is so sweet. Sad for the mouse, but watching a mama teach her kittens is always touching.
HorseShoe, I think that steak pie is meat and juices baked into a pie crust. Its a Brit thing, so there are probably a few spices involved and maybe veggies.
I make a killer shepherd’s pie, but its a bit of a bastard. Pie crust on the bottom, lots of veggies and mushrooms, heavy on the pepper, light on the salt, mashed potatoes on top and then baked until the potatoes turn brown.
I used to think “surplus” meant “too much”, but in that case it wouldn’t be anywhere near the word “chocolate”.
“More [chocolate] than needed” – Huh? – Nope, still not a real-life concept.
Jurassic Park 3D came out today.
I’ve vowed to myself I will see it (though I’m annoyed by the 3D part) because everytime it plays at the theatre I’ve had to miss it for one reason or another (like work, or family… Damn them!) being one day only events, usually middle of the day.
I’ve loved this movie since I was a child and had to BEG to be allowed to keep the video I was given for my birthday because I was ‘too young’ in the eyes of my parents. Now I will see it on the big screen! I will get to experience the awe of seeing dinosaurs on the screen! The feel of the T-Rex walking…
And just because I think it would be even more awesome that way I want to see it in one of those fancy Ultra AVX theatres, which it is apparently playing in… except not in any of the 3 AVX theatres in a reasonable driving distance from me. I didn’t bother to look further afield because I’m not silly enough to drive 3 hours for a movie.
I don’t care about GI Joe or Evil Dead, I want dinos! Big screen! Experience! It’s pretty much the only movie I can foresee myself paying that much extra to see in AVX. Well, maybe Star Trek. Maybe. Probably not. And instead they just have the IMAX. Lying website, damn theatres. Humph. Dashing my hopes of an experience.
This liquid bandage that I put on the tip of my finger hurts, surprisingly. I sliced a chunk of skin off the tip of my pinky at work on my right and it burned when I put it on.
That’s right, I cut myself on the almost idiot proof meat slicer… me and my big mouth.
I work in a call center doing customer support for Intuit’s go payment section. I love a lot about my job, but there are some things customers do that drive me insane.
Rattling off your phone number so fast you sound like an auctioneer in a heated bidding war. If you’re talking that fast, then I can’t understand you, therefore I can’t help you. Talk in a normal way OK.
Calling me about something that is wrong with your account, but not providing me with info such as your phone number, account number, address, email address, or business name. Unless you have a very unique name, telling me that doesn’t help.
Lying to me when I’m trying to troubleshoot your phone/tablet/reader. Don’t tell me you took the case off if you didn’t. Also, don’t assume you know what I’m going to tell you to do before I say it, and for the love of all that is holy, don’t do the exact opposite of what I tell you.
Don’t get your mother, secretary, brother, etc to call to make changes to or close your account. We are very anal about account security, and won’t do anything if we can’t verify the person we’re talking to as being the account owner. Also, don’t get your employee, husband, sister, etc to create an account for you, unless they are using your info. If the account says Bob Jones on it, but you’re bob’s wife Amanda Jones and you’re the one using the account, I still won’t give you any info about it.
Don’t tell me you’re using our product for illegal purposes. That immediately gets your account closed, gets the cops involved, and creates all kinds of extra paperwork. ( I’ve been doing this since January, and already spoke with a drug dealer, a prostitute, and a bookie.)
Learn how to use your phone/tablet before calling me. I shouldn’t have to walk you through the steps of signing up for gmail, downloading apps, etc. I will if that’s what you need, especially if you’re polite, but its important to know how to use your piece of tech.
Don’t get mad that I can’t make major changes to your account. We’ve had issues where people have tried to change other peoples accounts so that they can steal funds and such, so now all changes must be done by you, on our website. Got a couple of letters switched in your email, need to change your pricing plan, or forgot a number on your bank account? Fine, I can take care of that, the rest is up to you.
Intuit has a lot of products; however, that doesn’t mean everyone can help with everything. I can help with QuickBooks, provided its giving a specific error. I cannot help you with POS, payroll, quicken, commerce, web stores, turbo tax, etc. I will transfer you to the right department for that though, so don’t angry with me when you dialed the wrong number.
As for Intuit, I have a few gripes about them as well. First off, fucking fix your android app. There’s a major bug causing it to hang on some transactions, costing our clients money. Some as low as $5, some as high as $25k. Either roll back to the old version, or fix the new one asap, and in the mean time send a mass email out so customers know what to watch for so they don’t lose money.
Bring back the Spanish line for our Spanish customers. Using the translators from omni network blows. I’ve had to use them three times so far, and twice I’ve gotten translators who never said a word.
Either give us tier 1 folks all the tools we need, or get more staff on tier 2. Waiting 30 minutes for someone just to escalate a call is ridiculous.
You’re NOT supposed to put your mouth on it! :eek:
Cute new bra just arrived in the mail. Good!
I go to put it on – and I can’t fasten it. Not ‘slightly snug’, more like it would take someone with a winch to fasten it on me. :eek: Have I suddenly gained THAT MUCH weight???
I check the plastic bag. Yup, the same size I’ve been wearin for at least eight years. I get out the tape measure. Yup, my chest size is still the same. Then I look inside the bra: stamped inside the back of the band is style and such, including the size – 2 sizes smaller than I ordered!
:smack: Some idiot put the wrong size on the label on the package.
:mad: for having to go through the hassles/expense to return the bra.
that I hadn’t turn into a whale overnight.