It works for Firefox, Chrome, Safari, Opera, GreaseMonkey (GreaseMonkey is a browser, too?) and a couple of others whose name I don’t recognize. It does **not **work with Internet Explorer.
Today I was working in the warehouse instead of the office and a maintenance worker came by and asked me if I had heard about the bird that had been flying around in the other part of the building. I went to go look at and found a rather large and very scared looking hawk flying around and looking for a way to get out. Then I found out that the bird had been in the building for four days. They had called everyone trying to get some help in removing the bird from the building. It turns out that animal control wouldn’t come out unless the bird was hurt. Really? You gotta wait until it’s hurt before you help? Wouldn’t it be better for everyone involved if you step in before it gets injured?
At least the story ended well. Someone in the plant went to a pet store and got a mouse to help tease the hawk down from the rafters and near one of the doors. When it came down for the kill, they scared it out the door.
Did it get the mouse?
Any update on the cat?
They were the cutest puppies ever 
When I handed them over, they looked like big fluffy brown and grey pompoms with feets and pointy noses. My guess is that there was some German Shepard in the mix, but the guy who took them said they looked like border collies.
I kinda miss them.
I got called for jury duty again today. I would really enjoy serving, but even if I get selected for the questioning session, I would be dismissed because of my job. Do I know anybody in the County Attorney office? Yes, I am in that office every day. Do I know any of the Public Defenders? Well, yes, I do. I often have to kick them out of their meeting room so I can pick up their boxes. The Public Defender today is a very nice guy who always offers me food when he sees me. Do I know any Law Enforcement people. Well, yes, I do. I an good friends with the secretary who runs everything.
We don’t talk about cases, we talk about boxes and cats and their kids and husbands and bikes.
As to the defendant, no, I don’t know him, never saw him before in my life. But I do know his name because I pulled the files from his last encounters with Law Enforcement.
It just seems like a waste of everyone’s time to have me there. I get paid for it and will get paid for mileage, so I get some extra money and get to sit around and read instead of tossing boxes. I get called 2 or 3 times a year, and it used to upset me. Whatever, I don’t care anymore.
I probably wouldn’t have been a good match for this trial anyhow. During the jury questions, the PD disclosed that the guy who was being tried for possession of meth had 7 felonies under his belt and asked if the prospective juriors would be think badly of someone who shopped at thrift stores.
I shop at thrift stores, but I could tell that the defense for this case was going to be that the defendent had bought a pair of pants at a thrift store and that’s where the meth and other stuff came from. He didn’t know it was there, it was someone elses stuff and he didn’t bother to wash said pants or stick his hands in his pockets until he was unjustly searched. (I also happen to know that the local thrift store employees search every pocket and clean out all of the purses because they often find money.)
I know that everyone is innocent until proven guilty…but really? I know that everyone deserves legal defense, and I happen to think that the local public defenders are highly skilled and do their best for their clients. I also think that the “its not my pants” defense is really lame, and this trial is going to last for 4 days. What a waste of taxpayers money.
Nope. They scared it off before it could make the catch. I would have let the poor thing have the mouse but they were more concerned with the bird crap getting all over the equipment and product.
I can see both sides of this one. One more question: did the mouse get recaptured or is it now running loose in the warehouse? 
Oh goodness I sure hope so. There was talk of returning it to the pet store so I assume they had it contained.
The Commuter Fairies have cursed me this week. My normal hour-and-a-half drive to work took 2 hours and 10 minutes yesterday. This morning’s commute was rainy and dark and horrible. If an olives screams in traffic, and the windows are rolled up, does she make a sound?
I was wondering about that too, mainly about how they kept the mouse in place near the door to entice the hawk. I pictured a box deep enough to contain the mouse and wide enough so that the hawk could see it running around inside.
4 pages later, the issue of the cat comes back up and I realize that I forgot to post an update! :smack: So I mini-rant me for being on the road that day and not wanting to post from my phone.
Happy ending! He was actually found later that day, ‘treed’ by a dog several houses down. They eventually got him coaxed down, and since then he has been juuuuust bit more lovey and juuuuust a bit less eager to try to sneak out 
Not only does she make a sound, but she also makes a noise, as she herself can hear the sound and decide it’s noisy.
I hate check engine lights that come on after I’ve only been driving a few minutes, but won’t do it when I need a mechanic to diagnose the problem. I hate having a car so old that I can’t get a replacement motor for the seatbelt and I have to tie it to the back of the headrest to pretend that I have a shoulder belt while I’m driving to work.
I really hate that my brake warning lights came on this morning. :eek:
I got my nerve up and drove it to the shop and they brought me back to work. Waiting to find out how much it’s going to cost me and if it’ll be fixed early enough that I won’t have to get a rental car for tomorrow morning.
Fuck off Mittens. My youngest is happily watching Sesame Street. I hope you get attacked by a flock of angry eighteen month olds.
When I walk back in the door from going to pick up my lunch, don’t look at me with your arms spread and go “Hey! Where’s mine?”. It’s at fucking Jimmy John’s, ass, with every body else’s.
“Well you coulda asked!”
No. I couldn’ta. There are fucking 50 people here, and I’ll be goddamned if I’m gonna pick and choose who I tell I’m going out.
Be a big boy and figure out how to provide yourself with food.
VERY glad he’s home safe!
That’s a conversation I bet pet store employees don’t have very often…
“Hello, sir, I’d like to return this mouse here.”
“Is there something defective about the mouse?”
“No, he worked perfectly. We got the hawk and everything!”
We are trying to pour a circa 10 foot by 18 foot concrete patio in the back yard before hell freezes over. We’ve got the old slab torn out and have dug out the ground several inches deep to lay gravel and paver base. While we were digging two days ago, FIL expressed his concern that would wouldn’t finish before it gets too cold, and he suggested we dig, lay base material and pour concrete for EACH approx. 4’ by 4’ section as we go. No. We’re NOT doing that, NOBODY in the history of pouring patios does that; you could never get an evenly tamped down, level, properly sloped surface doing that and the slabs would eventually shift unevenly (like the one we just broke up did) if you did that. Meanwhile, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll get done faster if you let us dig instead of arguing.
Today, the construction supplier dumped the gravel in our driveway. A few minutes ago, FIL reiterated the idea that he assumed we would be tamping and pouring each section at a time, and that we should have bought bags of gravel as needed instead of buying it in bulk. Sigh. Man’s a retired civil engineer too.
God was a civil engineer…
You’re right, it’s a horrible idea to do little sections like that. You’re ordering it delivered, right?
It’s been Quit O’Clock for houuuuuurs! I wanna goooooo!
Plus, I just let my also-hungry coworkers have one all-chocolate Prince cookie each, which means I need to go to the supermarket in order to ensure the availability of supplies for tomorrow. C’mooooooooon! Haven’t you guys heard of reorder points?