Whatever, I don’t exist.
A male staff member was yelling at and berating a female for god knows what. She was trying to get away from him, and he’d followed her around the office down the stairs and into the washroom.
She was the manager’s fiancee, and there were three witnesses. We were honestly worried for her safety and the receptionist was about to call 911.
Consequences for the abusive minidicked coworker? NONE.
I’m at the point where I no longer actively engage with hobby communities, I might join one and lurk (search for my answers without engaging the community). Unfortunately, they always seem to be cliquish, judgemental, and overly toxic, with moderation/admin who’s are either complicit or actively adding to the bad barrel.
Once in a while I find a gem worth engaging with, and it can turn a passing glance of an interest into something worth lifting up.
Once upon the SteelSeries keyboards were pretty good, I had a split one that I swore I’d use forever. One day a windows update flagged the driver as suspicious, and I was left with a keyboard that clicked and clicked but did nothing. MS support said it was up to SteelSeries to update their drivers, and SteelSeries basically told me to get fucked.
I don’t want pretty lights on my keyboard. I want all the keys in the wrong spots so people who don’t touch type have an aneurysm when they use my computer.
They could have brought about world peace to, but they had to wake the 11am friend.
What I wouldn’t give to be somewhere where stores don’t close down while the sun is still up. This is a capital city, even.
6am friends could have also brought about world peace, but no, they had to wake up the 11am friend.
Shower the horse, ya bum.
(Ciao adios - Anne Marie)
I’ve done this. Don’t recommend it, but it’s great to point at when telling people not to wake me.
I want to punch whoever thinks being a shifted sleeper (4am-noon or 6am-2pm in my case) is a bad thing. I had a job that loved me for taking all the late shifts that my age cohort didn’t want so they could have a social life. I just didn’t want to have to wake before noon. :D
If I try (and fail) to keep social hours, aka business hours, I have to contend with severe insomnia (in bed by midnight, awake til sunup), or I just don’t sleep. Either is bad for me, my health, and the sanity for those around me.
Where I live, most things are finished by noon, and stores close at 4 on the weekend. Late night shopping means open til maybe 7pm on a Friday. (I miss my home city/country. Weekend hours til 6pm, late night (open til 9pm) three nights a week. Moving here was like going back in time forty years.)
Grr Argh and stuff.
A few. Most recent is my neighbour.
Don’t stress about it. There are plenty of professionals unclear of the concept of smooth.
I’ve just finished repairing the professional drywall plastering around our house, you could see the seams from every angle. I spent longer than I like to admit fixing those seams so they weren’t visible when we painted.
Worked every second or third day on any given wall, so I knew things were dry. Also life wouldn’t let me speed run the mudding and painting.
Happy with my newly painted wall, I’d laid tape out so I could paint the window trim and when I took off the tape, the original paint and plaster job that ran along the drywall seam came with it.
Took the putty knife and was able to flake off most of the seam.
I had to do the plastering and painting again, and by the time I’d finished redoing my work, I was ready to hunt down the tradies who did the work when the house was built and have a polite chat with them.
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Or driveways.
They were uncommon where I grew up, but older houses still had them and were being slowly phased out as houses in the neighbourhood sold. Ours was one of the last in the area to be removed/replaced, when it rained the lines still crossed with the houses that had the upgrade.
Haha, oh yes! Getting the angry neighbour coming over to yell at us for not hanging up properly. Sometimes it was even on purpose, and not when I was heading out the door. :D
Picking up the phone to make a call, and getting yelled at by the neighbor for not checking for a dialtone before dialling. Alternatively, learning how to screw out the mouth piece (muting the handset) and pick up the receiver without making a noise so I could listen to the neighbour gossip.
Magnavox Odyssey. I grew up playing that beast.
Not wrong! ;)
Sometimes I’m sure I spent more time on my spreadsheets than I did undocked.
We’ve been using it since it came available to test, and is such a lovely change from before. The check out system is so much cleaner than the old locked out of account while someone in the family is playing.