Phlegm, part the second.
Ever wondered how to treat a baby with an inhaler? Wonder no more: http://p7.storage.canalblog.com/76/20/644847/43063316.jpg
Yes, I’m sick again, too, and walked her back to the doctor. This time, it’s bronchiolitis. So I have a babyhaler, an appointment with a guy to pound the mucous out of her and an angry baby.
It’s complicated; what is in play on construction sites here in Calgary is a combination of lack of enforcement from the government officers who have the authority to levy stiff fines, and lack of buy-in from every level, from the workers on site to their supervisors to the owners of the companies.
At my husband’s company, he was fully authorized to eject workers from his site who were engaged in something that could have resulted in death or serious injury, but you don’t eject workers from a site on a whim, because there are huge penalties for a job going over budget and over time, and you don’t get a project completed without workers.
From his descriptions, too, he would go on site and get everyone he saw into their proper Personal Protective Equipment (PPE), go for lunch, come back, and they’ve all got their safety glasses and gloves off again. Workers seem to think it’s some kind of game - “Let’s see what we can get away with with the safety officer!”, and don’t seem to make the connection that if they wear their safety glasses, they are the ones who don’t lose an eye.
Long story short - workers don’t get it, that safety rules are for their own safety.
MiniROTD:
Fuck AT&T. Fuck them long, fuck them hard, fuck them with a 13" horsecock. Fuck them in the ear. Fuck them in the spleen. Fuck them in a box, fuck them with a fox.
Now, I get shit coverage from AT&T in my own house, in the middle of a major city, an issue which I intend to resolve very soon by changing providers. That’s fine.
No, fuck them today for their stupid-ass antiquated insecure password requirements.
I’m changing everything in the wake of Heartbleed (and you should too!), and picked a couple really fun and pretty fucking secure series of passwords for all my myriad login needs. I’m a former IT security professional, mkay? I know how to generate a secure password.
The password I’d *like *to use for my AT&T account includes caps, lowercase, numbers, and special characters. It has the advantage of being stupidly simple for me to remember and damn near unguessable. It’s a brilliant, nay sublime piece of password craftsmanship.
Except that they won’t support any special characters besides - and _.
No spaces? OK, that’s fine. Spaces can be problematic.
No slashes? OK, that’s fine. Slashes are less problematic than they used to be, but sure.
But NO other characters? NO non-alphanumeric characters? Even from the standard ASCII charset?
(And of course when I try to tweak it to meet their bullshit requirements, they tell me my password is “weak.” I gotcher “weak” riiight here, you stuck in the 1990s assbadgers.)
THE. FUCK.
/eol
A co-worker of my husband’s, who we are semi-out of workspace friends with, has recently had his 3 year old diagnosed with Duchenne muscular dystrophy. They are hoping to be able to keep him out of a wheelchair until he is around 13.
I can’t even imagine the level of suck this is for a parent…and the kid, for that matter. He’s too young to understand now, but later…
Fuck!
Friend of mine is a VP for a construction company. He sends people home all the time if they’re not wearing PPE. Then calls the union office and tells them to send someone else. They have DAILY safety meetings. A couple years ago a worker removed his safety harness to get around a beam and put in one last rivet, then promptly fell three stories and spent a month in the hospital recovering. OSHA fined the company $300,000 because the worker wouldn’t have done that if the company was serious about safety. :rolleyes:
Is this dumb, or is just me?
I wanted to buy some outdoor furniture for my deck from Home Depot. I have sat in many different pieces of furniture in many stores and these are the only ones that are comfortable in my price range, and Home Depot is the only place that sells them (I feel I need this disclaimer because someone will surely say that I should just give up shopping at Home Depot).
So we like everything except the color of the cushions that comes standard (orangy-red). No problem, I thinks, they have a dozen other color swatches there, and there’s one that we like.
Not so fast, says Home Depot. You can’t just order the furniture in a custom color. You have to order the furniture with the standard color, and then you can also order replacement cushions if you want, for an additional $120 or so.
I tried ordering it online myself, I tried working with the store people, I tried calling into their order line, and the results were the same in every case. Who the hell thought that this was a good way to market furniture?
Story told before.
A long, long time ago (well, ok, c. 2000) a company which was very serious about safety bought a very small one which was not. This second company had four factories in four different countries.
This second company made powdered paints, for airbrushing. That means anything from hobby paints to car paint or the paint used on your supermarket cashier’s desk. You know those car paints which sort of glitter? That’s because they contain powdered aluminum.
The safety officer which had been transferred from the parent company to the new subsidiary wanted to ban personal cellphones in the plants and require that company-issued ones be anti-spark. The country managers said that wasn’t necessary, “nothing’s ever happened”. “People didn’t use to have cellphones, five years ago nobody had one and you see guys walking around with two!” “Baaaaaaah”.
This changed suddenly after the cellphone of a guy who was milling aluminum rang. Closed casket funeral.
My husband inspects worksites on a regular basis. He’s a big shot in his company, so unless he’s dealing with an emergency, everyone knows that he’s coming. They also know that he has a rep for spotting PPE violations and firing people on the spot. They shine the trucks, wear clean shirts and still manage to forget their gloves and stuff while pushing pipe across the country.
A couple of years ago, when he started his inspection tour, he offered each job manager substantial amounts of money to be sure that he wouldn’t have to fire anyone. Some of the job managers decided to keep the money themselves and inspect everyone before my husband got there, some of them told the crew and promised to share if they got it.
Didn’t work, he still fired people. The only difference was in who yelled at so and so for not wearing their gloves as the gloveless guy did the walk of shame.
This is something I hear about over the dinner table a lot. My husband is a good and kind man and every time one of his people get hurt, it hurts him. It tears him up when people die. He’s not being a hardass about this because he’s worried about OSHA fines, he’s a hardass because he honestly doesn’t want people to get fingers mangled or feet cut off or dead.
Oh, my minor workplace rant: the wasps are back.
This is going to sound extremely, extremely stupid.
But…
I would like to have more sex with my husband. Every darned time we do it, he declares, “Why the hell don’t we do this more often?” So I say, “Let’s talk about it. Seriously. I feel the same way.” Inevitably he says, “Well, you really need to walk around naked more often.” That kind of ends the conversation.
He says it almost jokingly, but he’s been saying it for quite some time. And I get it. I don’t dress as provocatively as I used to. We have kids, so comfort has trumped looks for a while. So to meet him halfway, I started wearing more provocative undies under my clothes and am more than happy to show it off in private. But he doesn’t meet me halfway.
He doesn’t shower on weekends. At all. He’ll shower Friday morning for work and doesn’t bother again until Monday morning. He pretty much tosses most personal hygiene out the window. So during those times we DO start making out with each other, that means that either I shower with him (ok, but I want to have sex when we’re both dry sometimes) or have to wait 30-45 minutes for him to shower after we’ve started getting hot and heavy to have sex. It’s kind of a mood-killer. I’ve let him know that it sure would help to start the day clean, but it usually has no results.
I don’t think we’re at the point where we need to see a marriage counselor, but it sure would help to know whether his sex drive is just different and he doesn’t want to tell me (which I can live with, but I need to know) or if he’d just get off his ass and shower sometime on the weekends. So there.
I don’t think that sounds stupid, overlyverbose. I think you have a legitiamte complaint. I hope you can get the situation sorted out.
Flash him your bare ass in the morning and tell him he can have it later if he showers when he gets out of bed.
My next door neighbor went for the leaf blower at 7 this morning. We need to pass laws making it legal to kill people who do such things.
Agreed! If there’s anything in this world I have a passionate hatred about, it’s leaf blowers. You’d think that by now, with technology being as advanced as it is, someone would’ve invented a quieter leaf blower.
Assholes with loud motorcycle “muffler” pipes, which is totally deliberate. Them, wouldn’t kill, a sound thrashing should be quite sufficient. The ones who claim its a safety feature, so people know they are there, and riding a motorcycle, well…
Not even a little.
I’m a guy with a hammer, so everything looks like a nail…but I disagree. Couples counseling (call it that if “marriage counseling” sounds too scary) is useful and important for every couple who ever has problems communicating. Which is to say, every couple.
I totally get that it seems like something reserved for people whose marriages are “in trouble,” and it carries a stigma in the popular perception. But this is important. Sex is important. Go see a sex-positive couples counselor for a session or two, get some issues aired, learn some new communication approaches. Seriously, it’s worth it, and it’s worth it to do it now before you find yourself in a years-long rut of frustration and annoyance.
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We were talking about spring last week, and I said there was nothing I didn’t like about spring. Then a hawg when blatting down the street, and I remembered.
Loud pipes as a safety feature has been thoroughly debunked at this point - people only have loud pipes on their bikes because they want loud pipes on their bikes, for whatever pathological reason.
Remember reading a quote from Ann Landers. “Women’s complaints about sex come in two varieties: too much and not enough.”
The United Airlines App. :mad:
Downloaded it and attempted to book tickets for a flight. Filled out all the various required fields including my credit card info, clicked ‘do it’ (or whatever their equivalent is) and got a window saying ‘unable to complete your transaction’ and ‘continue’. Clicked ‘continue’ and was taken back to the credit card info page. No confirmation, no email. Nothing. Checked everything: tried again. Rinse, repeat. Until the window said “your credit card was declined. Contact your financial institution”. Tried it with a few other cards. Same routine. Gave up. Figured I’ll book the tickets via some other route when my blood pressure drops.
Got suspicious and went to online banking. Oh? There’s a $5000+ discrepancy on my credit card balance. Interesting. Called the bank and yes, indeed. There’s a hold on the credit card for over $5000.00. Hmmm. Bank suggested calling United Airlines. Which I did.
The nice lady on the phone (number is definitely not available on the United Airlines web site btw, but does appear if you search for United Airlines phone number, ha) said that yes, seems like I have six bookings pending for this flight! She very kindly deleted five of them but then I had to cough up yet another credit card to pay for the one remaining flight. Something about the first card lacking sufficient funds. :mad:
Oh, and a quick recheck of online banking shows the $5000 still on hold. Both bank and United said it could take up to 48 hours to take off the credit card holds. Too bad, so sad, sucks to be you. Lucky for them I don’t need any of the money. Buncha jerks.
Erased the app. Piece of shit.
Moral - don’t use the United Airlines app. It sucks.
Hoping the flight is better :dubious:
It’s spring. Why the hell are they using a leafblower?
You’re safe if I’m on the jury.
In other news: what do you call a helmetless motorcycle rider who roars past you at 75 mph and then can be seen answering his cellphone and talking on it, while careening down the highway?
An organ donor. 
