Since SFG apparently won’t be around until Monday:
It’s a reference to MASH, where someone told a story about smothering a chicken to keep the enemy from finding them, and it is later discovered the ‘chicken’ was really a child who wouldn’t stop wailing.
Check the properties file when choosing to print. Someone might have changed them on the document template - I deal with this all the time with a colleague who sends me files with the paper size set to 5 x 7 or something and I have to override at the device for my print job to happen.
If you are copying, then someone has messed up the internal settings for the paper tray. They MIGHT have tried to make a legal sheet, and didn’t know the math.
MINE: Up past midnight helping elder son with studying. Dying here at work. Little punk - glad that he is starting to nail his homework and is getting into Honors classes - now could he PLEASE get his organizational skills upgraded so that he can spread the pain?
Seconded. Also: that video is AWESOMESAUCE.
She sounds like the kind of idiot who would put an Expectant Mother On Board sign on her car. You know, in my decades of driving, I have yet to care what anyone else has “on board” their car.
Also: the universe does not give a damn about your baby. Stop clogging my work inbox with your breathtaking pictures!!
One of the DJs on the local rock station has a child – maybe a year old or so, and it’s his first. The morning shows are now filled with all sorts of useless chatter about the baby – how much she poos, how much she vomits, where she vomits, how cute she is, and so forth. Now he has introduced the statement where the “baby” (a squeaky, speeded-up character voiced by one of the DJs) and the guy’s cat discuss politics. I wish they would shut up and play some music! What am I supposed to do, install satellite radio in my bedroom and bathroom?
Rant the first: I have to check the occupancy numbers at work every day several times a day. Up until the most recent software upgrade two days ago, clicking the “close” button closed the page swiftly, efficiently. Yesterday and today clicking the “close” button brings up a dialogue box saying “The browser is trying to close this page. Do you want to close this page?” Yes goddammit! That’s why I clicked on the close button.
Rant the second: Friends I haven’t seen in a long time, I was really looking forward to seeing you today, even if it was only going to be for an afternoon. I rearranged my plans so I’d be available when you called. So why is it that I had to find out that you had decided not to come by seeing your Facebook statuses at 8:30 tonight after I had been waiting all damn afternoon? You had my fucking phone number. You could have called to tell me you had a change of plans. But this? This is unacceptable. Fuck the both of you. Next time I’m not changing shit until I actually see you in the driveway.
I spent $300 to buy a top-of-the-line programmable graphics card, and then I signed up to download the free software development kit. But they can’t send me a username and password immediately. No, the graphics card company takes weeks to decide whether an applicant is worthy to program their precious hardware.
I have chapter deadlines, dammit, and I need that SDK yesterday!
How do you think I found out she was expecting? It’s not like she could CALL me; that’s not melodramatic enough.
Here’s one that happens to me all of the time at the gas station, restaurants, grocery stores, etc. Can I just get served without having to wait for the the staff to quit flirting with the customer in front of me???
Each Saturday that I work, I stop to pick up donuts or bagels for my coworkers. I have a 45 minute commute to work and I am in a hurry. I walk into the donut shop last week, money in hand, to order a dozen mixed and a large coffee. The idiot women behind the counter is standing there making (puleeze!) witty banter with the previous man customer and batting her eyes at him. I am looking her in the eye trying to get her attention so I can get my damned donuts and be on my way and she continues to flirt on. And the customer doesn’t seem to get the hint either.
If it didn’t happen so much, I wouldn’t have been so annoyed but I am starting to notice it everywhere I go. DO YOUR DAMNED JOB PEOPLE and try to secure sex on your OWN time. I don’t care how long you stand around flirting as you are not my employee but when someone is waiting to be served, cut it short. SHEESH. Does everything have to be about sex anymore?
Bloody hell. News says it might have been a two generation summer for stink bugs because it was so hot. And they recommend that you just vacuum them up.
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It’s not a problem, it’s a legal feature. It allows them to conveniently lose emails that may be supoena’d at a moment’s notice, and to ensure they have no archive of them on a server somewhere that can be confiscated and searched.
What you SHOULD do is complain to the station management about how her baby has taken over the fucking show and how you are going to be a FORMER listener if they don’t stop cramming it down your throat.
As I have said before; “There is no one more self-absorbed than the mother of a small child.” That goes double for pregnant women.
My peeve of the day: people who complain about Winter coming when we’re not even in Autumn yet.
Hey! My dog is not flea-ridden! And she doesn’t have balls, she just licks her asshole instead!
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Yeah, I love my dog, but people who have “sorta service animals” need to leave them at home.
It’s hot here and I smell a fire somewhere. Blecccchhhh.
Halloween and Christmas items are not supposed to mingle at the store. They’re not even supposed to meet. Halloween is supposed to be long gone by the time the Christmas Crap is put up.
Not even a display stand for The Nightmare Before Christmas?
I’m not Spazcat, but I say no. That’s obviously a Christmas movie and should only see the light of day after Halloween.
Customer’s device is being repaired, but apparently not quickly enough for him.
Starts by demanding I have it back to him by tomorrow (Sunday).
Explain this isn’t possible, the repair depot isn’t currently open and there’s no way it can be overnighted to arrive on Sunday anyway.
Then he decides that he’s going to refuse to accept the repaired item, because then it’s “refurbished” and he demands a new one.
Me: No sir, we’re repairing your item and returning it to you.
Him: Oh yeah? Dare tell me no? (in very many words) Ok, then I not only refuse to accept it, but you’re giving me a brand new UPGRADED model!
Me: No sir, we’re repairing your item and returning it to you.
So then he demands that I keep the item and refund him the full purchase price.
Me: Ok that can probably be done, let me get you over to sales…
Him: NO! I’m not talking to anyone else. YOU ARE DOING IT!
Me: No sir, I’m tech support. I can’t do that. I have to get you to sales.
Him: You laugh at me? Now it’s a joke? You think this is funny? You think you can insult me like this? Now you’re not only going to give me a full refund, but you’re going to give me…
Me: <CLICK>
Customer file annotated: Each time customer’s demands are refused, he increases them. Terminated call to end chain of escalating demands.
As of 6 hours later, if he had called back, no one was willing to make a note of it.
Go fuck yourself with a flaming chimney brush, Mr. Escalating Demands.