In the bathroom, under that pile of stuff. 
Nope, they’re in the pantry under a pile of possibly but not definitely expired stuff.
Maybe they turned the water off for when the new equipment was scheduled to arrive, but then the delivery truck was late. In which case it would be the fault of the late delivery and not the building staff.
Oh, I was picturing unmarked containers of leftovers. I didn’t even think it was *possible *to buy perishable packaged products without listed expiry dates anymore.
My kitchen is halway through a renovation - i don’t HAVE my pantry back yet. I washed the pile of dirty towels in the bathroom and no slippers… but if i buy a pair they’ll be found.
Every time we’re arranging your travel, I ask you the same questions. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. So why do you keep sending me meeting invitations and asking me to check flights WITHOUT ANY OF THE INFORMATION I ALWAYS FUCKING ASK YOU EVERY SINGLE TIME?
Could be worse. My boss over informs me regarding travel. He goes to the same places over and over. I have a list of the hotels where he stays. I messed up once and put him in the wrong hotel (once in years of doing this). Ever since he tells me “put me in the Holiday Inn Express”. Dude, I KNOW.
See also:
Dude from maintenance who comes to fix the lights, stop fucking scanning your card at our readers. THEY ARE ON OUR SYSTEM, not the building’s. Your card won’t do shit. The main door to the suite is unlocked as it is always unlocked. The door into the office proper someone has to let you through, as they always do. I tell you this every time. I told you this FIVE SECONDS AGO. So WHY ARE YOU STILL SWIPING?!
Niblethead, could be worse. I once had a boss, as he telling me how he wanted some document set collated, etc., “This is one page. You don’t have to staple this.”
I have a guy who will write things out, come over to me with them, and then proceed to read out everything he’s written. As I’m sitting there saying, “Right, uh-huh, got it, got it, right, I’VE GOT IT.”
Next time, yell, “Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping!” That should do the trick.
Why the hell did I do something stupid like eat McDonald’s for breakfast?? I know better to do that to myself, but dammit, I was hungry! I scarcely ate yesterday since I was tending to a sick kid and skipped dinner because I was exhausted. I haven’t had McD’s in about a year, but this morning I didn’t have a chance to make breakfast before I was out the door. Now I’m in agony, complete with icky, gurgly stomach, cramps and an oogey back of the throat from too much grease. And I’m stuck at my desk, catching up from an unexpected day off. Next time, I’ll just forgo food or eat the homemade fruit jerky I keep in the car for my son. This shit just isn’t worth it. I guess my salad can go in the fridge (at least I had enough foresight to pack lunch last night, not that it’ll do me much good now). Bleh.
I have to work with someone who drives me insane again tonight, then again tomorrow night. I don’t know if I’ll make it. She never stops talking. If she’s not talking she’s coughing. You know what she said to me last night? “You really are short, you know that?” Yes, I know that! How can I fucking not know that?! If the not being able to reach stuff on high shelves without a stepladder and other people towering over me weren’t clues, I have idiots like you to inform me every day of my life!
**Wile E **- I would look her straight in the face and go, “I have a theory about you.”
And refuse to tell her - then when she finally pesters you enough, look her in the eyes and say, “Someone lied to you as a child and told you that if you ever stopped making noise, you’d die. Well, I’m here to tell you - it’s just not true. In fact, the opposite is true. The more you talk, the shorter your life span becomes. Trust me, us short people know these things.”
Then walk away and start working on something else.
Yes, it was a (very) late delivery. You’re missing the point. What kind of idiot disconnects the pipes before they even have the replacement parts there? If you’re still waiting for the delivery truck, DON’T MESS WITH THE PLUMBING. Wait until the delivery arrives. Because, you know, you can’t actually DO anything without those parts. And the tenants would like to be able to drink, shower, and cook in the meantime.
I don’t give a flying fuck whose “fault” it was, the entire thing was mishandled, and there was a smarter way to approach it.
You do a lot of equipment installation, then, do you Kaio, that you know how these things work? And you know exactly what everyone had to get done the whole rest of the day? Hrm?
I’ve turned the water off in our house before to change out a toilet - it takes about five seconds. I’m with Kaio - it doesn’t need to go off until you’re actually removing the old water heater.
But they probably thought they were being efficient – and would have been, if the delivery had arrived on time.
As in, it takes X minutes to unhook the pipes and haul the old gear out of the way, and Y minutes to hook up the new gear. So by having the first part of the job done and ready to start on the installation, the water would be switched back on X minutes earlier.
Best laid plans and all that.
Stupid Back and Neck.
I ended up calling in sick today because my upper back, neck and right shoulder and arm are hurting so much that there is no way I would have been able to be nice to people on the phone or even sit at my desk for eight hours. I’ve been sucking down 2-3 ibuprofin every 4 hours and 2 doans every 6 hours, and it still hurts like hell.
This was on top of my carbon monoxide detector going off (3 loud blasts, 3 sequences of that) at 12:57am this morning, waking me from a solid sleep…then nothing. Originally thought it was a fire alarm, so I was up for a little bit seeing if there were alarms in the halls (no), or other people going outside or whatever. Nope, just mine. For no explainable reason - I had a window open in my bedroom and a fan blowing IN, so no way there was any carbon monoxide going on. We don’t have forced air anything, so nothing coming from anything IN the apartment. Had the maintenance guy check it out today, batteries were fine and nothing wrong with it, so no freaking clue why it went off.
Then at 5am, my cat decided to MAKE A LOT OF NOISE for the third time since the alarm thing, having woken me up each time. The previous two times, the moment I snarled at her she stopped. Not this time. I had to get up and go after her, which led to her freaking out and hiding under a chair.
So all in all, I got about four hours of sleep, interrupted four separate times, the first time with a very loud alarm, and the last time waking me up about an hour and a half before my alarm and rendering me incapable of getting back to sleep.
Then there’s that whole fucking PAIN thing.
Not a happy day.
Not until you cut the tags off and get them dirty.
A “deus ex machina” does not just mean the resolution to a story, no matter how amazing or million-to-one from the characters’ perspective. It means a resolution of a story which is unsatisfying because it comes out of nowhere.
I was just reading a book review that casually referred to the dénouement of a series as “the deus ex machina.” They didn’t mean it was unsatisfying or out of nowhere; indeed, it had been discreetly, but carefully and coherently, built up over the span of three novels.