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General => General Discussion => Topic started by: Orbert on December 14, 2020, 09:41:55 PM
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I have no idea how popular this will be, or not. Actually I do have some idea. But WTF...
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There was probably less than half an inch of coffee left in my cup, and it was pretty cold by now. I usually just gulp it down anyway, rather than waste it. At work I'd probably dump it and pour a new cup, but at home, hey, I pay for this coffee. Not gonna waste it.
For whatever reason, I decided to just dump it and make another cup after lunch. Got to the sink, dumped it, and started the water with my other hand at the same time. I watched the last of the brown liquid swirl around and down, along with a dead spider. Wait... that was in the coffee!
How...? When...? Was it in the cup when I made my coffee this morning? I was, as usual, half asleep at the time and wouldn't have noticed it. Or did it crawl in and drown... sometime? Good thing I decided to dump rather than gulp.
And then I considered... if I'd chosen to gulp, there's a good chance I would've swallowed it and also felt it, but not in time to stop the gulp! I nearly gagged just thinking about it.
Mundane But True!
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I just imagined James Hetfield singing the thread title.
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I just imagined James Hetfield singing the thread title.
We all did :metal
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A few years ago, at Costco, I purchased an Oral B motorized tooth brush. You know, the kind with an oscillating head, recharging station, five different clean settings, and (inexplicably) Bluetooth. On setting 2 (deep clean), it will prompt you every 45 seconds to switch to a different quadrant in your mouth.
Recently, I realized that in all the time I've been using it, I always start with the lower left quadrant of my teeth, move to the lower right, then upper right, and finish at the upper left. I got to wondering if I should be rotating the starting position to get a better cleaning result overall. After all, why should the lower left always get the fresh toothpaste? So, the next morning, I began my teeth cleaning in the upper right quadrant.
My mind usually wanders a lot in the morning, and as I was guiding the brush over my teeth, I got to wondering why Van Halen’s cover of You’re No Good was rolling around in the back of my brain. I honestly don’t think I’d heard that song in more than 20 years. It’s not really that good of a cover anyway. I mean it’s hard to beat Linda Ronstadt…and Roth’s squeals sorta ruin the whole Blues vibe. I was marveling over the random nature of my brain’s morning sound track when I noticed the brush advised me that I was finished. Only, I was at the upper left quadrant! What the hell? I should have been finishing up at the lower right. Did I miss a section of my teeth? Did I miss the entire bottom row? Just to make sure, I started over again.
I'm sticking with lower left starting position from now on.
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About 20 years ago I was mini golfing with my family. While waiting, I often played with the shrubbery near the beginning of the hole, like twisting the grass or something. One time I felt a particularly thick piece of grass and thinking it was a seed pod or something squeezed it to pop it. I looked down and realized I killed a yellow jacket with my fingers. I did a good deed for the world.
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A few years ago, at Costco, I purchased an Oral B motorized tooth brush. You know, the kind with an oscillating head, recharging station, five different clean settings, and (inexplicably) Bluetooth. On setting 2 (deep clean), it will prompt you every 45 seconds to switch to a different quadrant in your mouth.
Recently, I realized that in all the time I've been using it, I always start with the lower left quadrant of my teeth, move to the lower right, then upper right, and finish at the upper left. I got to wondering if I should be rotating the starting position to get a better cleaning result overall. After all, why should the lower left always get the fresh toothpaste? So, the next morning, I began my teeth cleaning in the upper right quadrant.
My mind usually wanders a lot in the morning, and as I was guiding the brush over my teeth, I got to wondering why Van Halen’s cover of You’re No Good was rolling around in the back of my brain. I honestly don’t think I’d heard that song in more than 20 years. It’s not really that good of a cover anyway. I mean it’s hard to beat Linda Ronstadt…and Roth’s squeals sorta ruin the whole Blues vibe. I was marveling over the random nature of my brain’s morning sound track when I noticed the brush advised me that I was finished. Only, I was at the upper left quadrant! What the hell? I should have been finishing up at the lower right. Did I miss a section of my teeth? Did I miss the entire bottom row? Just to make sure, I started over again.
I'm sticking with lower left starting position from now on.
Honest to god, and no mocking at all, that was fascinating. I'm always interested in the pathways the mind takes.
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A few years ago, at Costco, I purchased an Oral B motorized tooth brush. You know, the kind with an oscillating head, recharging station, five different clean settings, and (inexplicably) Bluetooth. On setting 2 (deep clean), it will prompt you every 45 seconds to switch to a different quadrant in your mouth.
Recently, I realized that in all the time I've been using it, I always start with the lower left quadrant of my teeth, move to the lower right, then upper right, and finish at the upper left. I got to wondering if I should be rotating the starting position to get a better cleaning result overall. After all, why should the lower left always get the fresh toothpaste? So, the next morning, I began my teeth cleaning in the upper right quadrant.
My mind usually wanders a lot in the morning, and as I was guiding the brush over my teeth, I got to wondering why Van Halen’s cover of You’re No Good was rolling around in the back of my brain. I honestly don’t think I’d heard that song in more than 20 years. It’s not really that good of a cover anyway. I mean it’s hard to beat Linda Ronstadt…and Roth’s squeals sorta ruin the whole Blues vibe. I was marveling over the random nature of my brain’s morning sound track when I noticed the brush advised me that I was finished. Only, I was at the upper left quadrant! What the hell? I should have been finishing up at the lower right. Did I miss a section of my teeth? Did I miss the entire bottom row? Just to make sure, I started over again.
I'm sticking with lower left starting position from now on.
Honest to god, and no mocking at all, that was fascinating. I'm always interested in the pathways the mind takes.
This is the vision I have of Stads "mind-path"
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Synchronicity!
I put on a Linda Ronstadt playlist this morning. Greatest Hits Volumes 1 and 2.
A toothbrush with Bluetooth capability? There's any number of bad jokes in there somewhere, and one good question: Why? So you can download programs from the Internet for optimal toothbrushing?
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No, silly, so you can listen to your toothbrush on your Airpods! :) :)
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A toothbrush with Bluetooth capability? There's any number of bad jokes in there somewhere, and one good question: Why? So you can download programs from the Internet for optimal toothbrushing?
The bluetooth brush will interface with an app that will give you feedback about how well (or shitty) you're doing with your tooth brushing. Seems like massive overkill to me.
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A toothbrush with Bluetooth capability? There's any number of bad jokes in there somewhere, and one good question: Why? So you can download programs from the Internet for optimal toothbrushing?
The bluetooth brush will interface with an app that will give you feedback about how well (or shitty) you're doing with your tooth brushing. Seems like massive overkill to me.
True mundane story. My wife can tell me that.
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My dentist used to give out really nice Oral-B soft bristle toothbrushes every time you went for a checkup. Cool, a nice new toothbrush every six months. A few years back, he switched to some cheapo brand, so I went and bought one, for the first time in many, many years.
First of all, it's insane how toothbrushes (like everything else in this insane country) now come in 4000 varieties, in every possible color. I don't remember seeing the Bluetooth-enabled ones, but I'm sure they were there. Anyway, I picked one that had a groovy multi-level contoured head and a nice grippable handle. Yay.
I was brushing my teeth at least a few months later when it suddenly starting vibrating. Scared the shit out of me! I pulled it out and looked at it, and it's buzzing in my hand. For the first time, I actually look at the nicely molded handle, and two of the bumps have a little "+" and "-" marking on them. On and off? I pressed the "-" bump and the thing stopped buzzing. I'd purchased a vibrating toothbrush (more bad jokes entirely possible) and had no idea until I accidentally pressed a little too hard on the "+" bump. I just liked the nice grippable handle.
Mundane But True!
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You could always get yourself one of these bad boys...for $4,200
https://youtu.be/PwSVBpUZl78
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A toothbrush with Bluetooth capability? There's any number of bad jokes in there somewhere, and one good question: Why? So you can download programs from the Internet for optimal toothbrushing?
The bluetooth brush will interface with an app that will give you feedback about how well (or shitty) you're doing with your tooth brushing. Seems like massive overkill to me.
This is true.
I did some checking this morning and the phone app will also communicate with your dentists' computer if they have the Oral-B program on their system. It can provide frequent updates to the dentist about the amount of times you brush, when, and for how long.
Mundane But True!
The only reason I can come up with for why that would be handy is if you had pretty bad periodontal disease and were on a strict care schedule. Keeping you and your dentist on the same page.
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I tell my dentist that I brush twice a day and floss at least once a day. I don't need data refuting that! :)
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I swear my dentist has add. She always goes on about big ten athletics.
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I tell my dentist that I brush twice a day and floss at least once a day. I don't need data refuting that! :)
:lol :lol
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I tell my dentist that I brush twice a day and floss at least once a day. I don't need data refuting that! :)
She/He doesn't need a bluetooth toothbrush to know you're full of shit.
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One of my favorite Jeff Foxworthy bits is about going to the dentist, and the hygientist asks him the last time he flossed. "Let's see... the last time I flossed? Hmm... Actually, I think you did it!"
Then you have Steven Wright, who has a crush on his hygientist, so he eats a whole pack of Oreos right before going in.
I swear my dentist has add. She always goes on about big ten athletics.
Yeah, but is she hot?
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Every Sunday, we go to this place near our house for Sunday Brunch. It's the one meal a week that all four of us can (usually) eat together because of schedules. These days, I order it to go and bring it home.
The breakfasts all come with your choice of toast or English muffin, and we always order wheat toast because they use this really good bread. Hearty, flavorful, just damned good bread, so good that I save the toast we don't eat (which is usually two or three orders) and make sandwiches for lunch with it during the week.
Well, it's great bread, and great toast, but let's face it, toast is drier than regular bread, so by time you get to the corners, you're basically munching dry bread. I guess my mama trained me right, because she's been dead ten years, and the other day it finally occurred to me: I don't have to eat the crusts! No one's watching to make sure I eat the crusts, no one's gonna give me shit about it if I leave them on the plate or toss them to the birds. I'm 58 years old, dammit, and I decide if I want to eat my crusts.
I still feel just a little bit guilty, though.
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Then you have Steven Wright, who has a crush on his hygientist, so he eats a whole pack of Oreos right before going in.
That's from his (most excellent) I Have a Pony album, which I bought on cassette a million years ago. I still have it even though the only cassette player I still have is a handheld thing that I bought several years ago in a failed attempt to transfer the cassettes I still had to digital files.
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Yep. I have I Have a Pony and the follow-up he made like 20 years later, I Still Have a Pony. I consider the sequel just as funny as the original, basically more of the same if you like Steven Wright (which I do). Same style, same humor. If it's not quite as funny, I figure it's because we're now used to his style so it doesn't have the novelty. But I consider the material just as strong.
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I dated a girl who owned cathedral floors.
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My mind usually wanders a lot in the morning, and as I was guiding the brush over my teeth, I got to wondering why Van Halen’s cover of You’re No Good was rolling around in the back of my brain. I honestly don’t think I’d heard that song in more than 20 years. It’s not really that good of a cover anyway. I mean it’s hard to beat Linda Ronstadt…and Roth’s squeals sorta ruin the whole Blues vibe. I was marveling over the random nature of my brain’s morning sound track when I noticed the brush advised me that I was finished. Only, I was at the upper left quadrant! What the hell? I should have been finishing up at the lower right. Did I miss a section of my teeth? Did I miss the entire bottom row? Just to make sure, I started over again.
I'm sticking with lower left starting position from now on.
I was waiting for you to say that when you were done, you turned on the radio, and 'You're No Good' was playing. I can remember humming 'Blinded By The Light' in a college hall restroom, going out to my car, and it was playing on my station. Same with the beginning of 'Kilroy Was Here'. Not sure if my fillings were picking up the radio waves or not.
Mind wandering: go to the store, with one of the items a jar of olives. Get home, and they were stuffed with anchovies! First of all, WTF! Had never heard of that. Second, our personal opinions....gawd, the one we each tried tasted like :censored . Ever since, we've used that example of being extra careful and reading the labels before purchasing something either one of is unfamiliar with. My problem: I still eff up on occasion :facepalm:
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So they were olives stuffed with anchovies instead of pimento? That's some crazy shit there!
One time back when my now-wife and I were still dating, we were both losers still living with our parents but we had cars so we could get out and meet in the evenings. Or I'd meet her when she got off work at 9:00 at the mall and we'd go somewhere, come back for her car later. At some point it finally occurred to me that I was in love with this girl and that we had tons in common and were meant for each other and all that. We're, like, tuned to the same frequency.
After an evening of driving around, getting stoned and stopping at Taco Bell and just generally being losers together, I dropped her back at her car in the now-empty mall parking lot. As we drove our separate ways, Alice Cooper came on the radio, "No More Mr. Nice Guy" and she's a huge Alice Cooper fan. I knew she'd be listening to it as well, because there was only one Rock station in town and she always had the radio on. So I knew she'd hear it because we're tuned to the same frequency. And I thought about what a sappy, cheesy way that is to say you're in love; you're tuned to the same frequency. But it was true. Been together 38 years, married for 31 of them. Still love it when Alice Cooper comes on the radio.
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After an evening of driving around, getting stoned and stopping at Taco Bell and just generally being losers together, I dropped her back at her car in the now-empty mall parking lot. As we drove our separate ways, Alice Cooper came on the radio, "No More Mr. Nice Guy" and she's a huge Alice Cooper fan. I knew she'd be listening to it as well, because there was only one Rock station in town and she always had the radio on. So I knew she'd hear it because we're tuned to the same frequency. And I thought about what a sappy, cheesy way that is to say you're in love; you're tuned to the same frequency. But it was true. Been together 38 years, married for 31 of them. Still love it when Alice Cooper comes on the radio.
Funny (and it is funny, to me); after I was divorced, I met this cool girl and we went on one or two dates and really (I thought) hit it off. We lived far away, but we seemed to be... on the same frequency. We met at a restaurant for our second date or so, and after we left, and I was driving home, a song we had been talking about at dinner came on. I texted her, and she said "I was listening to that too!"
Like a week later, she ghosted me. :) :) :)
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When I am in any of my vehicles, I always use hand-free options when I have to speak on the phone. Last week my agent phoned me while I was out driving errands, and for whatever reason, I simply just grabbed my phone and answered it. We spoke for a few miniutes and he was telling me how his wifes entire immediate family were all hospitalized with Covid. As he was telling me about this, I was stopped and waiting at a traffic light at a busy intersection, where the speed limit is normally 45 mph, when suddenly I just drove through the intersection, like the light had just changed.
The cars behind and opposite me all honked their horns at me for my transgression, but it was too late. I had not ran a red light in probably close to 35-40 years (I'm 57 now). About 30 minutes later, my wife phoned me while I was in the car, and I was telling her what had happened...and I ran another red light! WTF? Two opportunities where I could have been t-boned because I wasn't paying attention, within an hour! It sort of freaked me out; and now I am wondering if that's just going to be my thing now? Until I am severely injured, have my license taken away, or I'm killed-- I'll just be the dude that runs red lights. :\
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When I am in any of my vehicles, I always use hand-free options when I have to speak on the phone. Last week my agent phoned me while I was out driving errands, and for whatever reason, I simply just grabbed my phone and answered it. We spoke for a few miniutes and he was telling me how his wifes entire immediate family were all hospitalized with Covid. As he was telling me about this, I was stopped and waiting at a traffic light at a busy intersection, where the speed limit is normally 45 mph, when suddenly I just drove through the intersection, like the light had just changed.
The cars behind and opposite me all honked their horns at me for my transgression, but it was too late. I had not ran a red light in probably close to 35-40 years (I'm 57 now). About 30 minutes later, my wife phoned me while I was in the car, and I was telling her what had happened...and I ran another red light! WTF? Two opportunities where I could have been t-boned because I wasn't paying attention, within an hour! It sort of freaked me out; and now I am wondering if that's just going to be my thing now? Until I am severely injured, have my license taken away, or I'm killed-- I'll just be the dude that runs red lights. :\
Maybe don't talk on the phone while driving?
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v_clortho, he is saying he wasn't paying attention by grabbing the phone. He wasn't thinking it wasn't hooked up to the bluetooth. It's just natural to grab the phone and forgot.
You're missing his point.
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He gave two instances where he was on the phone and ran red lights. I'm only suggesting that maybe he not use the phone while driving.
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Studies have shown that even hands-free phone use is "distracted driving". Hands free is not risk free (https://saferide4kids.com/blog/hands-free-not-risk-free/).
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As I was brushing my teeth late last night before bed, I noticed I had spilled something on my sweater. I’m in a hurry to get in bed, but I decided to spray it out with Shout, that stain remover stuff, and just toss it in the washing machine to be washed later. For some reason, we keep a bottle of pet stain remover on the shelf next to the Shout. Only too late did I realize I had sprayed that stuff all over my sweater and not Shout. It’s for carpets and upholstery, but maybe it works on sweaters too? I went with it and rubbed it in like you would for a carpet. We’ll find out if my sweater is jacked up or not when it comes out of the wash I guess.
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Cross thread pollination.... when Chino talked about the snow in his area, I thought the pictures below it were still his post, and from his place. Then I saw those pictures on Señor Nosehair's FB feed and thought "what the hell is he posting Chino's pictures for?!
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So they were olives stuffed with anchovies instead of pimento? That's some crazy shit there!
Tell me about it! And it wasn't 14 or 20 pt font with the normal 'Lite' or 'No Salt Added' description, but 4 or 6 pt font sized print. I opened the jar and thought the olives were rotten due to the smell. I have no clue how they tasted. Closed the jar, and into the outdoor trash it went.
I did listen to Side One of 'Love Stinks' later that night for some reason.....
If people eat those things, I wonder if they like spotted dick?
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So they were olives stuffed with anchovies instead of pimento? That's some crazy shit there!
Tell me about it! And it wasn't 14 or 20 pt font with the normal 'Lite' or 'No Salt Added' description, but 4 or 6 pt font sized print. I opened the jar and thought the olives were rotten due to the smell. I have no clue how they tasted. Closed the jar, and into the outdoor trash it went.
I did listen to Side One of 'Love Stinks' later that night for some reason.....
If people eat those things, I wonder if they like spotted dick?
I had dinner at Emeril's once in New Orleans, and they made the Caesar dressing at the table. There are anchovies in their recipe. One of my party (not me) said nuh-uh to the anchovies, so the guy made it both ways. We got to taste the difference. All of us ate it WITH the anchovies (even the woman who made a stink - no pun intended).
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So they were olives stuffed with anchovies instead of pimento? That's some crazy shit there!
Tell me about it! And it wasn't 14 or 20 pt font with the normal 'Lite' or 'No Salt Added' description, but 4 or 6 pt font sized print. I opened the jar and thought the olives were rotten due to the smell. I have no clue how they tasted. Closed the jar, and into the outdoor trash it went.
I did listen to Side One of 'Love Stinks' later that night for some reason.....
If people eat those things, I wonder if they like spotted dick?
I had dinner at Emeril's once in New Orleans, and they made the Caesar dressing at the table. There are anchovies in their recipe. One of my party (not me) said nuh-uh to the anchovies, so the guy made it both ways. We got to taste the difference. All of us ate it WITH the anchovies (even the woman who made a stink - no pun intended).
I like a good Caesar salad, and a good Caesar dressing. I only learned maybe two or three years ago that the secret ingredient is anchovies. Anchovies are okay when mixed with a bunch of other flavors, like on a pizza or in a salad dressing. I just can't imagine sitting down and chowing a bunch of them as a snack, though. But diff'rent strokes, right?
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So, about a year ago I bought these noise canceling ear buds from a company called Jabra. I got the best ones they had, the Jabra Elite 75t (https://www.amazon.com/Jabra-Elite-75t-Earbuds-Comfortable/dp/B07X9VG6ZJ/ref=sxts_sxwds-bia-wc-nc-drs1_0?crid=3PYW5E9ZHPE24&cv_ct_cx=jabra+elite+active+75t&dchild=1&keywords=jabra+elite+active+75t&pd_rd_i=B07X9VG6ZJ&pd_rd_r=bf68334e-6551-4c5d-8880-79ec92770887&pd_rd_w=BQJQj&pd_rd_wg=I4Cis&pf_rd_p=a64002b9-9c26-4361-b8a1-b0f5a4835670&pf_rd_r=WCSJ79A0F5QKP1V74P57&psc=1&qid=1610888664&sprefix=Jabra+%2Caps%2C177&sr=1-1-38d0a374-3318-4625-ad92-b6761a63ecf6) model because I was kind of put off by the $249.99 price tag on the Apple Ear Buds Pro. The Jabra Elite 75t were only $129 and when I got them I was extremely satisfied with my purchase, these things sounded pissah! Fast forward 13 months. I'm at the gym doing my daily thing when all of a sudden the left ear bud stops working. I looked it up and the manual said this can happen when they're low on power. When I got home I checked to make sure that the dock that these ear buds get parked in when they're not in use was properly plugged in to a USB charging tower I have. They were, indeed plugged in correctly and allegedly charging. Next day at the gym, after about an hour, same problem, the left ear bud stops working. >:(
I spent half the day yesterday looking at articles online about how and why these things may have stopped working. Some of the suggestions seemed pretty standard, "reload the software" or "upgrade the firmware" were the predominant suggestions so I upgraded the firmware to the latest version. Now BOTH ear buds weren't working. After many hours toiling online and trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with them, I threw in the towel and said fuck it, and went over to Best Buy and picked up the Apple Ear Buds Pro. They are quite a bit better sounding than the Jabra brand, or more accurately, they have more volume. A LOT more volume and they sound at least as good if not better than the Jabra brand. So, I'm happy with my new purchase but decided to return the Jabra's for a replacement and maybe I'd give the replacement pair to someone for Christmas this year. But the warranty had expired 3 weeks ago :censored so I have to eat them.
Fast forward to this morning. I decided to give it one more shot at fixing the Jabra ear buds so I pick them out of the dock and put them in my ears and BOTH of them work fine. :lol
Now I have an extra set of ear buds that I probably won't use. Mundane but true. :corn
By the way, anyone who has been thinking about getting the Apple ear buds, they are really great. Incredible sound quality, excellent active noise reduction and the battery life is good for at least 6 hours because I used them yesterday for 6 solid hours and they never ran out of juice. Highly recommended if you can afford them.
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I've found my wireless buds (either 'true wireless', or the ones with some kind of neck strap) to be hit and miss, and the bigger the brand name, they worse they are. My Bose Soundsport (which I thankfully got for free) suck ass. They are so inconsistent at taking a full charge (I can plug them in and instantly get a green light, only to turn them on and get the announcement "Battery at 20% :lolpalm:), and they suck at holding a full charge, and have terrible life anyway (2-3 hours, tops). My knock-off brand names are the best, to be honest. I refuse to spend more than $40/$50 (CAD) for ear buds. Hell, the $10 pairs of wired earbuds I'd get from Marshall's would sound just fine to my ears.
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I've found my wireless buds (either 'true wireless', or the ones with some kind of neck strap) to be hit and miss, and the bigger the brand name, they worse they are. My Bose Soundsport (which I thankfully got for free) suck ass.
I got a free pair of these too. Picked them out of a catalog for my 30 year service award at work. I actually just started using them. They sound pretty good.
I had a pair of Bose (wired) ear buds, and they were great, except the left ear stopped working, which I found out was pretty common. On a recommendation, I got a pair of 1More ear buds (wired) and they are real nice.
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I've found my wireless buds (either 'true wireless', or the ones with some kind of neck strap) to be hit and miss, and the bigger the brand name, they worse they are. My Bose Soundsport (which I thankfully got for free) suck ass.
I got a free pair of these too. Picked them out of a catalog for my 30 year service award at work. I actually just started using them. They sound pretty good.
Too funny.... that's exactly how I got them too.
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I have a pair of Klipsch wired headphones that are EXCELLENT, but I find I have to tuck the wire down my shirt sometimes if I'm doing something else I rip the buds out of my ears.
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They have this program where I work where you can "reward" a coworker for doing something above and beyond. Recognize accomplishments, reward good work ethic, all that. Anyway, I received an email saying that I'd done something that somebody thought was amazing, and it had a link to the rewards site. Apparently I'd earned a $50 credit, and they had a bunch of stuff with the prices. There weren't many options for $50 and under, but one of them was wireless Bluetooth earphones, so I ordered them, since I don't have any. This was last year some time.
They were about the stupidest thing I'd ever seen in my life. There was a "headband" piece that fit on top of your head, like old school headphones only really thin. Attached to it were the two earpieces, dangling from little wires. The receiver was built into the headband. I tried it anyway, and couldn't get it to pair with my phone. It refused. Between that and the fact that even if I got it working, I would look stupid wearing them, it wasn't worth the effort. I threw them in the garbage. Didn't cost me anything, so no problem.
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You don't pay for the coffee at work ? Is it one of those - Big Urn of hot water and polystyrene cups of coffee granules type deal ?
We have a coffee machine and team are supposed to pay for the drinks they make themselves. But nobody ever does ;D ;D
Actually I do cause on a morning shift - I pay for 3 coffees up front - using my team discount - then just help myself throughout the day.
Plus we have a grocery store on site which has a Costa Coffee Kiosk and i like my lattes from there too :-)
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Well if we're talking about Bluetooth headphones, in the three years since we moved up hear I have gone through 7 pairs of headphones. I am on my 8th and 9th pair respectively. With each pair a headphone on one side stopped working or the unit wouldn't power up. I was getting roughly six months use before the broke. Yes they were under warranty and they honored the warranty but holy fuck man, can't they manufacture anything anymore? >:(
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They have this program where I work where you can "reward" a coworker for doing something above and beyond. Recognize accomplishments, reward good work ethic, all that. Anyway, I received an email saying that I'd done something that somebody thought was amazing, and it had a link to the rewards site. Apparently I'd earned a $50 credit, and they had a bunch of stuff with the prices. There weren't many options for $50 and under, but one of them was wireless Bluetooth earphones, so I ordered them, since I don't have any. This was last year some time.
They were about the stupidest thing I'd ever seen in my life. There was a "headband" piece that fit on top of your head, like old school headphones only really thin. Attached to it were the two earpieces, dangling from little wires. The receiver was built into the headband. I tried it anyway, and couldn't get it to pair with my phone. It refused. Between that and the fact that even if I got it working, I would look stupid wearing them, it wasn't worth the effort. I threw them in the garbage. Didn't cost me anything, so no problem.
(https://i.imgur.com/h59gwvB.jpg)
Lamfao!!! Bob, that’s a neck band, not a head band. You let it rest across the back of your neck. I’ve got two of these (not “name” brand), and had two past LG models that crapped out. Excellent headphones.
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Oh. Silly me.
Still couldn't get the damned thing to pair with my phone, so still useless.
Seriously though, I might have tried harder if I'd realized the correct way to wear them, because my wife has wireless earbuds, and it always seems to me like they could fall out and get lost really easily. Or if she's using them, she has to take them out and either hold on them (or just one) or put it down. If they're wired to the headband neckband, they can just dangle for a minute, then you can pop them back in.
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The other great thing about the $249 Apple Ear Buds Pro is they sync right up with my iPhone and iPad as you'd expect. I didn't have a ton of problems with Jabra brand, but once in a while they'd refuse to connect via bluetooth. The Apple ones just work.
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I like my Samsung Buds+ earphones, they sound really good (won't replace traditional wired mid to high-end headphones) and pair with my Note8 very well. I also pair them to my windows 10 desktop and Fire 10 Tablet. quite seamless I might add, though not automatic for the desktop which I'm glad about.
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I know a kid whos a friend of a friend and I never see him without his airpods in - even if hes not listening to anything.
Must be a status thing. Like - look at me I have Airpods.
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I know a kid whos a friend of a friend and I never see him without his airpods in - even if hes not listening to anything.
Must be a status thing. Like - look at me I have Airpods.
That's probably true for some people.
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a kid
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Yeah, status symbols like that are definitely more common with the younger crowd. Then again, why is it that EVERY dude who owns a Corvette is at least my age? :lol
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I like my iMac and my iPhone but i've always HATED Apple earphones. They dont stay in and they have zero bass.
I always get the in ears with the rubber diaphragms so they stay in your ears and have loads of low end.
But when i'm indoors it's my expensive over - the ear headphones . I guess I car more about audio quality
then people who play music on YouTube on their phone speakers on the bus.
I'm sure that's why a lot of pop songs now don't even bother with basslines - cause kids only listen to music on their phone speakers. :tdwn
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Yeah, well the Earbuds Pro, no shortage of bass response at all. Listened to "A Perfect Shade of Grey" this morning and it was fucking glorious :hat
Those old white wired earbuds that used to come with the iPhones definitely sounded like shit, though.
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I am six feet tall.
Wait, let me explain. When I was little, my dad was six feet tall. I got it into my head that that was some kind of standard. It seemed a good number. Someday I too would be six feet tall. As I grew older and went to the doctor for my annual physical, I kept an eye on that. I was five-10 by junior high, and sometime around high school I'd apparently peaked at five feet, 11 3/4 inches tall. One-quarter inch shy of six feet. Annoyed the hell out of me. When I went for my physical to get into the Coast Guard, I was 18 years old and stood five 11 3/4". Shit. Clearly, this was it. I would forever have to live with the knowledge that Mother Nature just wasn't willing to give this one to me. I would tell people that I'm six feet tall, I look it, they believe it, but I've always lived with the knowledge and shame that I'm rounding it up.
I still go to the doctor for my annual physical, they check my weight and height, and while the weight fluctuates, the height remains constant. Five eleven and three-quarters. Last year I started having back problems, and my chiropractor couldn't find any subluxation (misaligned vertebrae), and concluded that it was my posture. She gave me one of those big stretchy belts that you put on, tighten up, and walk around standing straight up. It enforced good posture, and had the added benefit of actually feeling pretty good, after the initial pain in the ass of putting it on.
So anyway, at my annual physical the other day, I'm down 26 pounds (yay!), and I'm six feet tall. What? I asked him to check again. Six feet exactly. I stepped off the scale/ruler thing and looked. Six feet exactly. Good posture finally doing the trick? More likely a scale/ruler thing that's slightly out of calibration. But I'll take it. At the tender age of 58, I am officially six feet tall. Achievement! Bonus level unlocked.
Mundane but true!!
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I am the only lefty in my family. We, not quite true. My grandmother was born a leftie but you know the evil days. Early 1900's when they would tie your left arm behind you to force you to use your right hand.
My dad is the only blue eyes in our family. My mom, brother and I have brown eyes. He used to tell us we were all full out shit up to our eyeballs.
My grandfather (Dad's side) had one blue eye and one brown eye.
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I am six feet tall.
Wait, let me explain. When I was little, my dad was six feet tall. I got it into my head that that was some kind of standard. It seemed a good number. Someday I too would be six feet tall. As I grew older and went to the doctor for my annual physical, I kept an eye on that. I was five-10 by junior high, and sometime around high school I'd apparently peaked at five feet, 11 3/4 inches tall. One-quarter inch shy of six feet. Annoyed the hell out of me. When I went for my physical to get into the Coast Guard, I was 18 years old and stood five 11 3/4". Shit. Clearly, this was it. I would forever have to live with the knowledge that Mother Nature just wasn't willing to give this one to me. I would tell people that I'm six feet tall, I look it, they believe it, but I've always lived with the knowledge and shame that I'm rounding it up.
I still go to the doctor for my annual physical, they check my weight and height, and while the weight fluctuates, the height remains constant. Five eleven and three-quarters. Last year I started having back problems, and my chiropractor couldn't find any subluxation (misaligned vertebrae), and concluded that it was my posture. She gave me one of those big stretchy belts that you put on, tighten up, and walk around standing straight up. It enforced good posture, and had the added benefit of actually feeling pretty good, after the initial pain in the ass of putting it on.
So anyway, at my annual physical the other day, I'm down 26 pounds (yay!), and I'm six feet tall. What? I asked him to check again. Six feet exactly. I stepped off the scale/ruler thing and looked. Six feet exactly. Good posture finally doing the trick? More likely a scale/ruler thing that's slightly out of calibration. But I'll take it. At the tender age of 58, I am officially six feet tall. Achievement! Bonus level unlocked.
Mundane but true!!
:tup :lol
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New doors will now open. A secret door for those 6 feet will open where you watch movies where no one is in your way. 6 Foot Club awaits you Bob!
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I know! I'm psyched. :biggrin:
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New doors will now open. A secret door for those 6 feet will open where you watch movies where no one is in your way. 6 Foot Club awaits you Bob!
I hear they have smoking jackets and premium vodka, too. (Said the guy that works 5'7" and 5'8" like Orbert worked 5'11" and 6').
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New doors will now open. A secret door for those 6 feet will open where you watch movies where no one is in your way. 6 Foot Club awaits you Bob!
I hear they have smoking jackets and premium vodka, too. (Said the guy that works 5'7" and 5'8" like Orbert worked 5'11" and 6').
Not quite.
(https://media.tenor.com/images/a366c6def8d6c37724a7e76c072c6be6/tenor.gif)
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The club is actually the more than 6' club. Being exactly 6' doesn't get you in. Keep trying. ;D
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New doors will now open. A secret door for those 6 feet will open where you watch movies where no one is in your way. 6 Foot Club awaits you Bob!
I hear they have smoking jackets and premium vodka, too. (Said the guy that works 5'7" and 5'8" like Orbert worked 5'11" and 6').
We have delights that sub 6" people only can dream of.
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New doors will now open. A secret door for those 6 feet will open where you watch movies where no one is in your way. 6 Foot Club awaits you Bob!
I hear they have smoking jackets and premium vodka, too. (Said the guy that works 5'7" and 5'8" like Orbert worked 5'11" and 6').
We have delights that sub 6" people only can dream of.
Wait?? 6 INCHES, or 6 FEET? What club are we talking about now??
:zydarscouch: ??
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:rollin
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This thread has officially jumped the
shark dick
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You say that like it's a bad thing.
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Whilst i'm here - what's the code for the emoticon - where it looks around then runs offscreen ? I used to know it.
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:JayOctavarium: :JayOctavarium: :JayOctavarium: :JayOctavarium: :JayOctavarium:
Whilst i'm here - what's the code for the emoticon - where it looks around then runs offscreen ? I used to know it.
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SCORE
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This thread has officially jumped the shark dick
So mundane but true?😆😆😆
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We’ll find out if my sweater is jacked up or not when it comes out of the wash I guess.
Well?!
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This seems like as good a place for this.
All four of my grandparents were born in the 1800s (specifically, 1880, 1883, 1875 and 1885). Just curious if this is true of anyone else here.
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Wow. No. May Grandparents were born in the early 1900's
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Wow. No. May Grandparents were born in the early 1900's
Wow is right!! Earliest mine was born was 1907. The others were in the teens
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This seems like as good a place for this.
All four of my grandparents were born in the 1800s (specifically, 1880, 1883, 1875 and 1885). Just curious if this is true of anyone else here.
Holy shit, either you are a hell of a lot older than me or you are the youngest or one of the youngest of a group of siblings, some of whom are in their....late 70's? amirite?
I'm 57, my mother is 76 (born in '43) and her father (my grandfather) was born in 1917. My great grandmother on my mother's side was born on St. Michael in 1889 she died in 1983 at the age of 93.
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oh, um, mundane but true - also a true story, my great grandmother who was named Josephine killed her abusive, alcoholic husband with a hatchet about 5 years after they arrived here in the United States. They lived in an unincorporated part of western MA in the late 1890's and early 1900's and one night my great grandfather John came home hammered and started beating on Josephine but this time she was ready for him and she grabbed a hatchet she had hidden in their ice chest and buried it in the middle of his chest, killing him. The sheriff came, evaluated the scene and then helped Josephine drag the body outside where her brother, my great uncle Louie dug a grave and they buried John there. She was never charged for killing him since it was a clear case of self-defence and the sheriff was also the county magistrate and judge so he got to call the shots on who went to jail.
My great grandmother revealed this information to her granddaughter (my mother) when she was in hospice and near death. She said she had not spoken of it since the night it happened and she wanted to get it off her chest before she died.
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Jesus. If that's mundane, I'd hate to see what you call exciting, Kirk. Damn... :lol
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oh, um, mundane but true - also a true story, my great grandmother who was named Josephine killed her abusive, alcoholic husband with a hatchet about 5 years after they arrived here in the United States. They lived in an unincorporated part of western MA in the late 1890's and early 1900's and one night my great grandfather John came home hammered and started beating on Josephine but this time she was ready for him and she grabbed a hatchet she had hidden in their ice chest and buried it in the middle of his chest, killing him. The sheriff came, evaluated the scene and then helped Josephine drag the body outside where her brother, my great uncle Louie dug a grave and they buried John there. She was never charged for killing him since it was a clear case of self-defence and the sheriff was also the county magistrate and judge so he got to call the shots on who went to jail.
My great grandmother revealed this information to her granddaughter (my mother) when she was in hospice and near death. She said she had not spoken of it since the night it happened and she wanted to get it off her chest before she died.
So to speak. ;) :):)
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Jesus. If that's mundane, I'd hate to see what you call exciting, Kirk. Damn... :lol
Right?!?!
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If we're talking families.... my middle name is "Michael", and my younger brother's first name is Michael.
As is:
My dad
HIS dad (my grandfather)
HIS dad (my great grandfather)
My mom's brother (my uncle)
My mom's brother's son (my cousin)
My mom's DAD (my OTHER grandfather)
HIS dad (my OTHER great grandfather)
My brother's son (my nephew).
Here's the kicker: my mom and dad had the same last name BEFORE they were married (no, they weren't related and Ancestry DNA proves it!, the families know each other from the old country, though) so all of them have the same full name as well. There are a couple other Michael's in the family tree, all with the same last name, and there's an entire line, starting with a Michael, that I have yet to fit into the tree, though my dad used to work with the guy and they both thought they were related. I just can't figure out how.
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Speaking of families and names...
My Uncle George and Aunt Cora have the same last name as me, but Aunt Cora was my mom's sister; she just happened to marry a guy with the same last name as ours (a pretty common Chinese surname). Uncle George and my dad could almost pass for brothers, but they're not related as far as we know. My mom had two brothers and two sisters and they all lived in the Detroit area, so every Christmas we'd all get together for the big family thing. Eventually I met some extended family on my mom's side, too, as they would come to some of the big family things. Among them are Uncle Bill and Aunt Lil and their kids. Uncle Bill is George's brother, so again the same last name as me, but still not related. Bill for some reason went by the nickname Whammy and George's nickname was Gizmo.
Fast forward to the 90's, when I'm working at the headquarters of the nation's largest airline. One of my co-workers asks me if I'm related to Grace <same last name as me> who works in the next department over. She's from the Detroit area and I'd mentioned that my family was from Detroit. I tell her No because my dad only had one brother and he died when they were little. A week or so later, my co-worker comes back and says she's pretty sure Grace is my cousin, and we've even met before. No, but okay, I'll go meet her and talk to her.
We head over to Grace's cubicle, and damn if she doesn't look like we could be sister and brother. We figure out that her dad is "Uncle Bill". That makes her my mom's sister's husband's brother's daughter. Not related by blood, despite having the same last name. It also means that I did meet her when I was like eight years old, somewhere in the the Detroit suburbs. Right now we're in the Chicago suburbs. Whoa.
I tell my dad this whole story, because I think it's pretty cool. He says "Oh so you met Whammy's daughter." Well, yeah, I guess that summarizes it pretty well. Somehow I'd thought it was a better story than that. Instead, it is...
Mundane But True!!
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This seems like as good a place for this.
All four of my grandparents were born in the 1800s (specifically, 1880, 1883, 1875 and 1885). Just curious if this is true of anyone else here.
Holy shit, either you are a hell of a lot older than me or you are the youngest or one of the youngest of a group of siblings, some of whom are in their....late 70's? amirite?
I'm younger than you (turned 53 last October).
My father's parents were born in 1880 and 1883. My father was the youngest of four and was born in 1921, so his parents were a few months shy of 41 and 38.
My mother's parents were born in 1875 and 1885. My mother was the younger of two and was born in 1923, her parents were 48 and 38.
My parents were 46 and just shy of 44 when I was born. I'm the youngest of 5. The age gap between my four siblings was 10 1/2 years (Sept. 1945 to April 1956). The gap between my youngest sibling and me is 11 1/2 years (April 1956 to October 1967).
My father was on a ship that was hit by a Japanese kamikaze plane in May 1945 - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Terror_(CM-5) . I have pictures of the ship after the attack at home. At the time of the attack, my mother was 5-ish months pregnant with my oldest sibling and took a train from New York to San Francisco to meet my father, who was being discharged. Somewhere, I have a long, handwritten recounting of that trip that she wrote several decades after the fact.
If we're talking families.... my middle name is "Michael", and my younger brother's first name is Michael.
As is:
My dad
HIS dad (my grandfather)
HIS dad (my great grandfather)
My mom's brother (my uncle)
My mom's brother's son (my cousin)
My mom's DAD (my OTHER grandfather)
HIS dad (my OTHER great grandfather)
My brother's son (my nephew).
My mother's mother was Mary.
My mother was Mary.
My middle sister was Mary Katherine (but went by Katherine).
My father's mother was Mary, and one of her daughters (my aunt) was Mary Beatrice (but went by Bea -- yes, I had an Aunt Bea).
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Jesus. If that's mundane, I'd hate to see what you call exciting, Kirk. Damn... :lol
:lol I've got a few whoppers from when I was in high school, like the time I woke up from a drunken blackout on Martha's Vineyard island, laying half in and half out of a water-fountain/sculpture thing on the front lawn of Carly Simon & James Taylor's (at the time empty) estate. I literally lost my car that weekend. And never found it. :lol
Fuck, that was like 35 years ago :loser:
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Nope, on second thought it was 38 years ago :lol
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I want a nickname like "Whammy". (You can't pick your own nickname, though, it's against the rules.)
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Whamler!
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HAHA. Imagine me trying to explain that one to the fam. :)
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If we're talking families.... my middle name is "Michael", and my younger brother's first name is Michael.
As is:
My dad
HIS dad (my grandfather)
HIS dad (my great grandfather)
My mom's brother (my uncle)
My mom's brother's son (my cousin)
My mom's DAD (my OTHER grandfather)
HIS dad (my OTHER great grandfather)
My brother's son (my nephew).
My mother's mother was Mary.
My mother was Mary.
My middle sister was Mary Katherine (but went by Katherine).
My father's mother was Mary, and one of her daughters (my aunt) was Mary Beatrice (but went by Bea -- yes, I had an Aunt Bea).
So two things...
People have been calling me Mike my whole life when they can't remember my actual name, and my grandmother's name was Mary.
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oh, um, mundane but true - also a true story, my great grandmother who was named Josephine killed her abusive, alcoholic husband with a hatchet about 5 years after they arrived here in the United States. They lived in an unincorporated part of western MA in the late 1890's and early 1900's and one night my great grandfather John came home hammered and started beating on Josephine but this time she was ready for him and she grabbed a hatchet she had hidden in their ice chest and buried it in the middle of his chest, killing him. The sheriff came, evaluated the scene and then helped Josephine drag the body outside where her brother, my great uncle Louie dug a grave and they buried John there. She was never charged for killing him since it was a clear case of self-defence and the sheriff was also the county magistrate and judge so he got to call the shots on who went to jail.
My great grandmother revealed this information to her granddaughter (my mother) when she was in hospice and near death. She said she had not spoken of it since the night it happened and she wanted to get it off her chest before she died.
What in the fuck? How is that mundane?
That story deserves its own damn thread! :lol
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My nickname as a 9 year old was Arm Pit Slapper.
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This is now the "Official Family Secrets Thread?"
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:lol
*scans family tree for axe murderers*
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Whamler!
Please mod in heaven. If you're reading this, please make it so.
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:lol
*scans family tree for axe murderers*
When my mother told me this story a few years ago I honestly thought it was some kind of gag she was pulling on me because I did get to meet my great grandmother - we called her "Vavo" but she died when I was 19 - I always knew my great grandmother as a very quiet and laid back person but you never know about what's really inside another person.
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Last night, SHMBA and I were re-watching season 5 of The Expanse. I forget which episode it was but there was a scene where Frankie Adams (Bobbie Draper) was lying in her bed watching her boyfriend dress for the morning. They were having a semi-serious conversation about their relationship, Martian politics, and the Ring Gates. Toward the end, the boyfriend mentions that he'll see her later and bring waffles for breakfast. He leaned over the edge of the bed for a good bye kiss when I mumbled, "Lucky bastard."
Mrs. P looks over to me and raises one eyebrow while her mouth tuned down in a half frown. Confused, I wonder what I did, and gave her my best innocent look. "What?", I said.
"Do I need to be jealous," she asks in one of her patented tones.
I paused, thinking back on recent events. Quickly running it back over in my head. Genuinely confused, "...of waffles?"
She thinks about it for a quick second and busts out with a huge laugh, "Oh, my god, Gregg. That's when you know you're an old man on a keto diet!" We giggled about that for a few hours. This morning, she made waffles for Valentine's day.
Mundane but true!
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Waffles!
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Last night, SHMBA and I were re-watching season 5 of The Expanse. I forget which episode it was but there was a scene where Frankie Adams (Bobbie Draper) was lying in her bed watching her boyfriend dress for the morning. They were having a semi-serious conversation about their relationship, Martian politics, and the Ring Gates. Toward the end, the boyfriend mentions that he'll see her later and bring waffles for breakfast. He leaned over the edge of the bed for a good bye kiss when I mumbled, "Lucky bastard."
Mrs. P looks over to me and raises one eyebrow while her mouth tuned down in a half frown. Confused, I wonder what I did, and gave her my best innocent look. "What?", I said.
"Do I need to be jealous," she asks in one of her patented tones.
I paused, thinking back on recent events. Quickly running it back over in my head. Genuinely confused, "...of waffles?"
She thinks about it for a quick second and busts out with a huge laugh, "Oh, my god, Gregg. That's when you know you're an old man on a keto diet!" We giggled about that for a few hours. This morning, she made waffles for Valentine's day.
Mundane but true!
That's hilarious.
Man that episode is from the latest season? I seem to remember it from ages ago.
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Back when I was a contract programmer, I'd eventually kissed enough ass to be offerred a salaried position at the company, complete with benefits and all that. Yay! Around this same time, they were redoing some of the office, removing a big moveable-shelf contraption and putting in some more cubicles. Because of the way the space worked out, these new cubicles were a little bigger than the current "regular" cube, though still smaller than a manager's cube. My manager confided in me that he wasn't positive, but he was pretty sure that these new cubes were for the recent hires, of which I was one.
Well, my paperwork went through, and I was an employee (Yay!) but other than that, not much changed. I still sat in the same cubicle as before, and my job didn't change, either, other than that I was salaried and not hourly.
A week or two later, I noticed that people were moving into those nice, larger-than-normal cubes. All except one were now occupied. Another week passed, then another. Then one day, someone was in there. I kinda knew the guy, as he and I had started around the same time as contractors, so I was a little pissed off that he'd gotten the last new cube, but I stopped by all friendly-like to make small talk and find out what the deal was.
I looked around in faux-amazement and said something like "Hey, I like the new place!" He said yeah, since he was a new employee, he'd moved up, blah blah blah. He didn't know that I also had been moved up. But whatever, I didn't get the cube. I was still annoyed, but now mostly toward my manager, because if he'd never said anything in the first place, I wouldn't have had any idea. Also, these new cubicles were right in the middle of the floor, in pretty much the noisiest place, with people walking by on all sides all the time. My current cube was way off to the side, much quieter, plus I had a window. I was actually better off where I was, once I thought about it.
Also, the guy was fired three months later after they found a bunch of kiddie porn on his computer. His work computer. Fucking moron. Apparently he didn't realize that people were now walking past his cube all the time, and it didn't take long for someone to notice his "extracurricular viewing habits".
Mundane But True!
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The grass is sometimes greener when you view it from your neighbor's fence.
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Speaking of cubicles, my company is expanding into the space next door so we're effectively doubling our footprint, but the interim was really going to suck because the wall that MY department is currently against was scheduled to be the very first piece of demolition and would be coming down so all 7 of the cubes along that wall (i.e. all 7 of the people who work for me) were going to be displaced with no cubes to work in for "about 2 to 4 weeks" which really meant 3 months minimum. It's construction. When they tell me how long I multiply x 3.
I was not happy about this and I made it known to my boss (the owner/President) and within 10 minutes of telling him about my concerns the entire project plan was tossed and they're going "back to the drawing board" to figure out a less disruptive way to do the job. So I said, instead of demoing that wall, go into the new space and build out the I.T. cubes. I'll move my people over to the new space once you build out those cubes, then you can knock down the wall and it won't be disruptive to anyone. Problem solved. This decision was made last night after I explained the logistics to the guy they had running the project. I went home quite happy with myself.
Well, as of this morning guess who is now running the renovation project? :lol Like I don't have enough shit to do already, fuck :facepalm:
Mundane but true!
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John, one of my oldest friends and star of many stories I've posted here, has some guys he jams with when he gets the chance, including this guitarist named Tracy. Tracy is from the burbs way north of town where John lives now, and I've jammed with him a few times over the years. He's pretty good. He sings and plays guitar and writes some songs that aren't bad, and some that are. Anyway, Tracy decided to make a CD, like a "real" CD produced at a local studio and pressed on real CDs, not CD-Rs, and the whole package, just to do it. He did it. And he was posting about it on Facebook, and thanking all the folks that helped him with it, and played on it, and all that good stuff. Among those he names is a drummer named Phil. Tracy actually gives first and last names in his post, so it's the same guy, no question.
Phil was the drummer from the very first band I was in back in the 80's, after I'd dropped out of college and quit my day job to be a rock and roll superstar. That last part didn't quite work out, but the band lasted a few years and we did manage to make a living at it for a while. Phil was the original drummer for that band, and through him we got our first soundman, Dave. Dave invited us all out to his house one time, and it happened to be his little sister's birthday. His little sister was cute, and after we all had some cake, she and I disappeared for a while to make out. She is now Mrs. Orbert, and has been for over 30 years. So Hooray for birthdays.
Anyway, another wacky "small world" story from Orbert, which I swear is...
Mundane but true!
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You DOG!
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Great story!!
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Way better than "Met my wife on a dating website."
Yes, that's my story.
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Way better than "Met my wife on a dating website."
Yes, that's my story.
Mine too. :)
My wife is beautiful - like, objectively beautiful, not "she might be reading this, so I better say the right thing..." beautiful - and I keep telling her to send in a testimonial. If a third, or even a quarter of the fat, dork fanbase sees me with her and decides to sign up, their subscription rates would skyrocket! :)
[Full face shot of Stadler]
"Hi. I'm an engineer and Kiss fan. I wear collared shirts to metal shows, and post a lot of statistics on the interwebs. And I met my wife [slow pan back to show both of us smiling] on Match.com. So can you! Sign up today!"
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Meeting my wife was a weird one. I worked with this lady who wanted me to date her daughter. I told her I wasn't getting set up by no mother. :lol One day I saw her talking to a red head. After she let I went to the mother and asked who was that chick? She said, "That's my daughter!"
DAMMIT! :lol
Well Lisa and I started talking when she showed up. She wanted to set me up with her friend. I brought a buddy as well. Her friend wasn't very friendly and my friend wandered off so Lisa and I danced and talked the night away. So we started to date. 30 years later........
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Phil didn't actually last very long as our drummer. He was really good, probably too good for our band at the time, which kinda sucked at first. I remember he drove a Ford Bronco and hauled his drums to each rehearsal, brought them in and set them up, then tore them down and hauled them away after each rehearsal. His girlfriend usually accompanied him, and we saw her once. She was smokin' hot. But she always just sat in the Bronco. Didn't help move the drums, didn't come in and hang out or anything, just sat in the Bronco the whole time, looking hot. Probably knew that if she came in, we'd all be gawking at her and not get any work done, so it was probably for the best.
His friend Dave kinda sucked as a sound man. Loved cranking the bass, to the point where it was louder than anything else, including vocals and drums. That's actually quite an accomplishment. We tried like hell to convince him that his mix sucked, but all he could tell us was that this is how he listens to music (I know some people like that) and what sounds good to him, and how else can he mix us except based on what he thinks sounds good? He didn't last long, either. But his little sister was cute.
Anyway, I was tripped out seeing Phil S., someone I hadn't even thought about in 30 years and the guy ultimately responsible for me meeting my wife, named in a list of Thank-Yous of a friend of a friend. Maybe I shouldn't have been. Tracy and I talked one time about other area musicians who he knew and had played with, and that included both the original bassist from that 1981 band and the guy who replaced him. I suppose that after a while, most area musicians end up playing with each other in some situation or other. If not in the same band, maybe a one-off somewhere, like jamming out at John's house in the woods.
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After work, I ingested a fair amount of what is now legal in Illinois, then we had dinner while watching an episode of The West Wing (still some of the best-written television ever made). Afterwards, I'm gonna go play on the computer while I still have a good buzz, but Mrs. Orbert asks me if I'm gonna get ready to go. Go where? Go grocery shopping! Apparently she'd said something about it during dinner, and apparently I said Okay.
I just got a new car, so I'm still digging the novelty of driving it and listening to its kick-ass Bose sound system with nine or 11 speakers or some shit. I haven't found them all. But whatever, we go grocery shopping.
As we're walking in, "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who is playing. Nice. I do some air guitar while Mrs. O selects produce. "Crazy on You" by Heart, complete with the awesome acoustic intro. "Hold the Line" by Toto. It occurs to me at some point that I'm totally jamming to the tunes they're playing in the grocery store! "Carry On Wayward Son" by Kansas. I don't remember them all, but basically, this grocery store plays Classic Rock. Not Muzak versions or edited AM versions, but the real album tracks.
Walked around, got some exercise, enjoyed some good jams, all while fulfilling my duty as husband not leaving the grocery shopping to the wife... overall it could have been worse.
:omg: Mundane But True!
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The year was 1981. I was at a party outside Oscoda, Michigan.
They had one of those digital dart boards, which were pretty new at the time. Instead of corkboard or other soft wood, the board was heavy-duty plastic with holes in it, and the darts had blunt metal tips that were supposed to go into the holes. Half the time, they bounced off and onto the floor. The board kept score automatically, based on where the darts landed (if it was on the board).
After watching a few guys play, I asked if I could give it a try. Seemed simple enough; line up your arm, toss. Ding! Bullseye! Pretty cool. Hell of a lucky first shot. I threw the second dart. Ding! Bullseye! People are starting to watch. I've got one dart left in my hand. No way. Ding! Bullseye!
I can only figure that I had the perfect combination of alcohol and various combustible intoxicants in me that allowed me to somehow me to lock in and... aw, fuck it. I have no idea. But in that moment, it seemed absolutely trivial. Line up your arm, think about where you're throwing, toss. Three bullseyes. I've never played darts since then.
Mundane, but true.
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Take it from someone who played in competition dart leagues for years--darts is a hard game. You're a natural!
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I might be. Now, 40 years later, it seems a bit late to start up a new sport/hobby. But mostly due to a lack of opportunity, and an assumption that there's no way I could do it again, I've just never played again.
My wife did something kinda similar once, back we were dating. It was a double date with her coworker and a friend, and we went bowling. We tried to figure out the order, who should go first, when she decided we'd dilly-dallied too long, grabbed a ball, a just whipped it down the lane. Strike! We were laughing so hard, nobody wanted to go next, so there was more discussion. Oh yeah, I think we were tripping on acid at the time.
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I just told this story to my younger sisters (who are all of age now, but were nowhere close when this story happened)
About 15 years ago, my step-mom's abusive behavior drove my dad to an affair. Not justifying it at all. Sometimes he's a piece of shit, she's always a piece of shit. That's all the backstory you need on them.
Anyway, during the brief period they were separated (they live together now and refuse to divorce because Jesus), my dad was temporarily living with me in my apartment. One day, I needed to come home on my lunch break for something. I opened the door, and there was my dad sitting buck ass naked in the middle of the living room floor, watching Basic Instinct. As soon as I swung the door open, he turned around and goes "Tim?! I didn't know you were gonna be home early! I just got out of the shower, I'll go put some clothes on."
Sure, Dad. Sure.
tl;dr Always announce your arrival so you don't catch your dad wanking it to Sharon Stone.
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Probably good advice. One time when my son was maybe 14, I went to his room to ask him something. He had a desk and chair and stuff, but spent nearly all of his time sitting in his bed, playing on his laptop, reading, whatever. Anyway, I went to ask him something, and he looked really nervous and acted kinda shifty, and was clearly hiding something under the covers. I asked what was up with that, and he said "Nothing!" so obviously it was something. I wasn't thinking, and he was acting suspicious, so I walked over and yanked the covers back. Mistake. He'd grabbed a Playboy out of my room and was busy with it. I just said, "Oh... sorry. You know, you should at least close your door if you're gonna do that," and as I turned to leave, I added "and make sure you put that back where you found it!"
Could've been awkward, but wasn't, thank God. Or could've been worse, anyway. He probably found it really awkward, but hey, chances of it happening at some point were pretty good, so it's not like I was aghast.
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Probably good advice. One time when my son was maybe 14, I went to his room to ask him something. He had a desk and chair and stuff, but spent nearly all of his time sitting in his bed, playing on his laptop, reading, whatever. Anyway, I went to ask him something, and he looked really nervous and acted kinda shifty, and was clearly hiding something under the covers. I asked what was up with that, and he said "Nothing!" so obviously it was something. I wasn't thinking, and he was acting suspicious, so I walked over and yanked the covers back. Mistake. He'd grabbed a Playboy out of my room and was busy with it. I just said, "Oh... sorry. You know, you should at least close your door if you're gonna do that," and as I turned to leave, I added "and make sure you put that back where you found it!"
Could've been awkward, but wasn't, thank God. Or could've been worse, anyway. He probably found it really awkward, but hey, chances of it happening at some point were pretty good, so it's not like I was aghast.
That's hilarious. I remember one time coming home with a Playboy that I had stolen from a local store (back when the sold Playboy and Penthouse at grocery store check-out lines). I was riding my bike and was putting it away in the garage and, for whatever reason, was holding the magazine in my hand. My mother came up from into the garage, and I remember pretending to fall and, in the process, slid the magazine somewhere out of site. My mother never said anything, so I don't know if she knew what I had done, but I recall feeling proud that I had pulled it off.
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Probably good advice. One time when my son was maybe 14, I went to his room to ask him something. He had a desk and chair and stuff, but spent nearly all of his time sitting in his bed, playing on his laptop, reading, whatever. Anyway, I went to ask him something, and he looked really nervous and acted kinda shifty, and was clearly hiding something under the covers. I asked what was up with that, and he said "Nothing!" so obviously it was something. I wasn't thinking, and he was acting suspicious, so I walked over and yanked the covers back. Mistake. He'd grabbed a Playboy out of my room and was busy with it. I just said, "Oh... sorry. You know, you should at least close your door if you're gonna do that," and as I turned to leave, I added "and make sure you put that back where you found it!"
Could've been awkward, but wasn't, thank God. Or could've been worse, anyway. He probably found it really awkward, but hey, chances of it happening at some point were pretty good, so it's not like I was aghast.
That's hilarious. I remember one time coming home with a Playboy that I had stolen from a local store (back when the sold Playboy and Penthouse at grocery store check-out lines). I was riding my bike and was putting it away in the garage and, for whatever reason, was holding the magazine in my hand. My mother came up from into the garage, and I remember pretending to fall and, in the process, slid the magazine somewhere out of site. My mother never said anything, so I don't know if she knew what I had done, but I recall feeling proud that I had pulled it off.
Yeah I bet you did just that.. :lol
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Probably good advice. One time when my son was maybe 14, I went to his room to ask him something. He had a desk and chair and stuff, but spent nearly all of his time sitting in his bed, playing on his laptop, reading, whatever. Anyway, I went to ask him something, and he looked really nervous and acted kinda shifty, and was clearly hiding something under the covers. I asked what was up with that, and he said "Nothing!" so obviously it was something. I wasn't thinking, and he was acting suspicious, so I walked over and yanked the covers back. Mistake. He'd grabbed a Playboy out of my room and was busy with it. I just said, "Oh... sorry. You know, you should at least close your door if you're gonna do that," and as I turned to leave, I added "and make sure you put that back where you found it!"
Could've been awkward, but wasn't, thank God. Or could've been worse, anyway. He probably found it really awkward, but hey, chances of it happening at some point were pretty good, so it's not like I was aghast.
That's hilarious. I remember one time coming home with a Playboy that I had stolen from a local store (back when the sold Playboy and Penthouse at grocery store check-out lines). I was riding my bike and was putting it away in the garage and, for whatever reason, was holding the magazine in my hand. My mother came up from into the garage, and I remember pretending to fall and, in the process, slid the magazine somewhere out of site. My mother never said anything, so I don't know if she knew what I had done, but I recall feeling proud that I had pulled it off.
Yeah I bet you did just that.. :lol
That occurred later. :coolio
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Back when my kids were younger, McDonald's was in the midst of their SuperSize mania, where what used to be a large order of fries was now small, medium was previously unheard-of, and large was just plain absurd. Drinks were similarly ridiculous. Anyway, you don't have a lot of options when you have two young kids and want to grab a quick dinner out, so McDonald's it was. A "meal deal" was like 10 cents more than a sandwich and drink, so you might as well get the meal, so we ordered four meal deals. I ate my Royale with Cheese and a handful of fries, and was pretty much done. My wife and kids barely touched their fries, so as I'm starting to clear the table, I've got this tray with a few wrappers and like two pounds of fries. I hate wasting food, but no one's going to eat it, and it's not like you can take them home and re-heat them later (ever tried re-heated fries? Ugh!) Throwing away that much food really bothers me, even if it's just McDonald's fries.
A couple tables over are three teenaged guys, local highschoolers I'm sure. I know that when I was a teen, I could easily eat two orders of fries, so I took everything else off the tray and went over to them, asked them if they wanted some fries. I said there's nothing wrong with them, we just have way too many and no one's gonna finish them, and I kinda gestured back to our table. They conferred with each other for a few seconds, looked at the mountain of fries on the tray, and I heard one of them say "Dude, free fries, come on!" They turned to me and basically agreed to take them off of my hands, even thanked me for them. Win-win.
Mundane But True!
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O, you did a real service there, brother.
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Generosity is never a burden to society. Well done.
Those boys must have been the perfect amount of stoned. Just enough to be paranoid about a dude pedaling fries, but munchy enough to take them.
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:lol I hadn't thought of that, but it makes perfect sense.
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Last week we were sitting at the gate for our flight out of town. In a very Geico commercial way we were a couple of hours early (We missed a flight several years ago and ever since, Mrs. P likes to leave early even though we have TSA pre-check) and decided to plug our phones in to reserve the charge for the four hour plane ride. The chair USB plugs weren’t working so I grabbed a charge block out of my carry-on…but, the power outlet slots were too loose to hold the charge block. It worked, but would immediately fall out onto the floor. Mrs. P’s outlet was exactly the same, and she was having to hold it in place while precariously perching her phone on her lap one handed.
I really wanted to read DTF, and I need both hands to do it, so I got down to problem solving. I tossed out multiple strategies (one involved chewing gum) and ultimately landed on the idea that I’ve got this long cord and since the outlet is below the chair, I could use the cord to take the weight off the charge block. I wrapped the cord around the armrest with just enough dangling down to reach the outlet and it worked perfectly! I could keep the phone plugged and still have two hands to browse DTF and zoom in when needed. I shared my little life-hack with Mrs. P, and she immediately implemented it to great effect.
Time went by, and our boarding time was near. I decided to head off to the toilet for one last piss, so I asked Mrs. P to watch my things and wandered off. Upon returning, I noticed that a women who was sitting in the spot directly behind my chair (they’re back to back you see) had wrapped her phone cord around the armrest in the exact same way we had. Now I don’t know if she had arrived at the same idea I had, or if she’d overheard us, but I’d like to think it was the latter. I’d like to think that my idea had improved her experience at the airport. I don’t typically bother strangers though, so I didn’t ask.
Mundane but true.
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Back when my kids were younger, McDonald's was in the midst of their SuperSize mania, where what used to be a large order of fries was now small, medium was previously unheard-of, and large was just plain absurd. Drinks were similarly ridiculous. Anyway, you don't have a lot of options when you have two young kids and want to grab a quick dinner out, so McDonald's it was. A "meal deal" was like 10 cents more than a sandwich and drink, so you might as well get the meal, so we ordered four meal deals. I ate my Royale with Cheese and a handful of fries, and was pretty much done. My wife and kids barely touched their fries, so as I'm starting to clear the table, I've got this tray with a few wrappers and like two pounds of fries. I hate wasting food, but no one's going to eat it, and it's not like you can take them home and re-heat them later (ever tried re-heated fries? Ugh!) Throwing away that much food really bothers me, even if it's just McDonald's fries.
Cool story.
Also, get yourself an air fryer (not just for this purpose), and this will never again be an issue. Pretty much every time we bring home fast food, the fries go in the air fryer for a few minutes, and it's like they're fresh out of the oil.
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Interesting. We got an air fryer a few years ago when Mrs. Orbert decided it was the latest thing that she didn't have but needs. We've never used it, of course. But the next time I have a bunch of leftover fries or similar, we may need to finally inaugurate the damned thing.
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Interesting. We got an air fryer a few years ago when Mrs. Orbert decided it was the latest thing that she didn't have but needs. We've never used it, of course. But the next time I have a bunch of leftover fries or similar, we may need to finally inaugurate the damned thing.
I was skeptical, but I finally bought one 9-10 months ago. It gets used at least once a day, and an added bonus is that it keeps the oven from getting turned on as much.
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Last week we were sitting at the gate for our flight out of town. In a very Geico commercial way we were a couple of hours early (We missed a flight several years ago and ever since, Mrs. P likes to leave early even though we have TSA pre-check) and decided to plug our phones in to reserve the charge for the four hour plane ride. The chair USB plugs weren’t working so I grabbed a charge block out of my carry-on…but, the power outlet slots were too loose to hold the charge block. It worked, but would immediately fall out onto the floor. Mrs. P’s outlet was exactly the same, and she was having to hold it in place while precariously perching her phone on her lap one handed.
I really wanted to read DTF, and I need both hands to do it, so I got down to problem solving. I tossed out multiple strategies (one involved chewing gum) and ultimately landed on the idea that I’ve got this long cord and since the outlet is below the chair, I could use the cord to take the weight off the charge block. I wrapped the cord around the armrest with just enough dangling down to reach the outlet and it worked perfectly! I could keep the phone plugged and still have two hands to browse DTF and zoom in when needed. I shared my little life-hack with Mrs. P, and she immediately implemented it to great effect.
Time went by, and our boarding time was near. I decided to head off to the toilet for one last piss, so I asked Mrs. P to watch my things and wandered off. Upon returning, I noticed that a women who was sitting in the spot directly behind my chair (they’re back to back you see) had wrapped her phone cord around the armrest in the exact same way we had. Now I don’t know if she had arrived at the same idea I had, or if she’d overheard us, but I’d like to think it was the latter. I’d like to think that my idea had improved her experience at the airport. I don’t typically bother strangers though, so I didn’t ask.
Mundane but true.
There aren't a lot of sites I "have to" visit while travelling, but after a day or two in a hotel, I do find myself wondering what's happening on DTF. It's a pain on a phone, but doable. Sometimes I'll head down to the "business center" (usually an old Dell or eMachines and a printer with no toner) but during Covid times I usually just stay in the room. I pretty much always prefer to use an actual PC to do anything Internet-related, but I suppose if I had a laptop, that would qualify.
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My mom always thinks we need the latest and greatest kitchen gadget, so got us an air fryer a couple years ago. We've used it a couple times, it works well enough, but I have never thought "we should totally make <xxx> in the air fryer tonight!"
I am weird about my caloric intake. I am not a healthy eater by any means. I love soda and would drink it all day, every day, but try and restrict myself to one on the weekends. And when I indulge in "junk" food, I max out the "junk" in food and don't waste any of it on soda. Even if the "meal deal" makes the most sense, I won't ever order it. I do miss the gluttony of my youth though. Don't know if they still do, but Red Robin had unlimited steak fries. When we ate there, when the server brought our food, we told them to get more fries ready, as we were going to want them after 5-10 minutes.
I also always try and check in here when on vacation. It's the first site I get on in the morning on a normal day. I find out things here first, like if a band I like is releasing a new album, or if Russia invades neighboring country.
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OMG don't get me started. I got an air fryer for my birthday and it is AWESOME (except for one thing). I cook a lot and I'm using it almost every day. For lunch I had leftovers that I popped into the AF for a few minutes - roasted salmon, sweet potatoes, and cauliflower - and instead of the mushy leftovers I would've gotten from the microwave, I got the same crunch I got when they were freshly made.
Leftover pizza? The bomb. Now I make tortilla pizzas in the AF. Tortilla, sauce, turkey pepperoni, and some cheese. 3 minutes later, crispy 'crust' with melted cheese and sizzling pepperoni.
French fries, onion rings, and tots were never better. Frozen or handmade.
All kinds of roasted veggies. Minimal mess too because I like using a filter (looks like a coffee filter) that fits perfectly in the basket to catch oils and spatter. Easy peasy. You can even make a little nest out of foil and that works well too.
Homemade burritos - roll up with whatever you want and pop it in. Cruchy outside, gooey inside. *chef's kiss*
Frozen wontons? Perfection.
I still have so much to learn. I tried pork chops last weekend and I wasn't as successful but cook times on different models vary so I'm really just using my best guess. There are a plethora of YouTube videos but I haven't honestly taken much time there. TikTok is a goldmine for recipe ideas.
But what I hate more than anything is the size of the damn thing. It eats up a whole lot of counter space and is too big for most cupboards. Plus they are a bit heavy. So we'll see how long I put up with it left out on the counter.
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Yea, I use an air fryer a lot too. It's amazing the difference it makes for just heating up polish sausages.
@ Harmony, three words will change your life. Rolling. Cupboard. Shelves.
(https://www.woodcraft.com/product_images/diy-pullout-shelf-kit-20-22/5c63c0a3776f6f7c14002550/detail.jpg?c=1550041251)
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Oh yeah, we have those! Put them in with the kitchen remodel in 2020. I love them. But they aren't deep enough for my 15" tall AF, unfortunately. I'll figure something out. I hate adjusting shelving but I think that will be the easiest fix at this point. I definitely want my counter space back.
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Yes our air fryer and InstaPot reside in the garage due to cabinet size limitations, and my dislike for appliances (and clutter in general) on the counter.
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Didn’t know where to put this.
I entered the mechanical keyboard hobby.
I bought a full size keychron K4. V2.
LOVE IT!!
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Pictures or it didn't happen.
Come on, man, you know the rules.
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Over a period of 2 or 3 years I'd often wave at Stephen Fry in the morning and he'd sometimes wave back.
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Stephen Fry seems like a pretty cool guy. I can only imagine his friendly yet somewhat confused face as he waves back at that guy who has been periodically waving at him over the course of 2 or 3 years.
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I tried a steak in the air fryer recently. It was cooked perfectly, but didn't quite have the sear/crisp on the outside I'd like. Think I'll try a quick sear, then a few minutes in the air fryer next time.
Also, this seems relevant (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzIT6HwH3KY). Unplug it when it's done. Better safe than sorry.
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I was on a road trip to Michigan (from northern Illinois) and stopped for gas and maybe something cheap to eat. They had the food setup with hot dogs, brats, and other sausage-like things on the heated rollers. Nearby was a vast selection of condiments in covered things with spoons sticking out. I was trying to decide whether or not to risk it when I saw that they had the relish-and-ketchup mix that I haven't seen since I was a kid, so that decided it for me. I grabbed two buns, two jumbo hot dogs off the rollers, and covered them both in the relish-and-ketchup mix that I haven't seen since I was a kid. To this day, I can put just about anything on a hot dog, but relish and ketchup are my go-tos. Yum!
The first bite was a shock. It wasn't the relish-and-ketchup mix that I haven't seen since I was a kid. It was salsa. After the initial shock of something tasting completely unlike what you expected wore off, I realized that hey... this is pretty good. The second bite confirmed it. Hot dogs with salsa are pretty awesome. Or maybe it was the munchies. Anyway, a cheap, yummy lunch, then back on the road.
Mundane But True!
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Mexican style, or more of the homemade Midwestern homemade canned good type of salsa? That mixture is so much tamer.
I ask because my cousin gave me a couple jars on our last visit up there a few years ago. Just like Mom used to make.
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It was just a generic mild salsa, more of a tame Midwestern style salsa as opposed to anything really spicy. But it worked because it was a combination of flavors I wouldn't normally put on a hot dog. I like checking out new flavors and varieties of things to eat, and this was great once I got over the flavor surprise.
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Not really a story but do not know where else to put this. It could probably be viewed as "mundane but true!" so I'll put it here.
It has always bugged me when clocks represent 4 as IV instead of IIII. I always thought the clock was made incorrectly. Turns out the truth it is much more complicated.
https://monochrome-watches.com/why-do-clocks-and-watches-use-roman-numeral-iiii-instead-of-iv/
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I never noticed that before on a clock.
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I went down the rabbit hole and read other articles on this late Saturday night. I checked out the four clocks in our house, and all of the Roman numeral clocks are IIII for four.
As were the ones at my sister in laws. And my best friend’s. And the grocery store I shop at. And at the…..
Thanks for the frickin ‘eye worm’ 😀
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When I bought my clock for our main room years ago I made sure to get one with the 4 was IV, as I had seen it both ways on different clocks, and I believed IIII was incorrect. I honestly never gave it another thought till I was looking at buying a clock for our office, and all the clocks I looked at had 4 as IIII. It bugged me so I ended up researching it. After all these years seeing IV on my clock several times a day it will be hard to see it any other way.
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Fascinating. I love shit like that.
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Speaking of clocks...
When I first went off to college, I was moving into the dorm and my brand-new clock radio, still in the box, fell out and hit the curb. Once I got inside and pulled it out, it had a big crack on the plastic faceplate right between the hours and minutes of the digital display, but otherwise it worked fine. Well shit, it still worked, so I wasn't gonna buy another one, and after a while I just ignored the crack on the front. I had that clock radio for years, after I got married, through several more moves.
Years later, we were staying at a friend's house, in the guest bedroom, and she had that exact same clock radio, but it was weird; something was different, but I couldn't figure it out. Of course, it didn't have that crack down the front. For ten years, I had looked at that display at least a couple of times a day, and I had never seen it without the crack because it happened before I even pulled it out of the box. I kept looking at it, and it was like my brain just couldn't grasp it, like I couldn't figure out what was different, even though I knew right away what was different. It looked somehow "wrong" without the crack, and yet somehow right. Some bizarre sentimental side of me took a moment to relive the past ten years, imagining what it would have been like to not look at that stupid crack every time I looked at that display, reminding me of what a klutz I was the day I bought it.
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Wow, that is mundane! :lol
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... but true! ;D
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One time when my wife and I moved from one apartment to another, it was in a different city, so we had to do all the normal "get hooked up" stuff like contact the power company and local cable provider. Water was included with the rent. The power got switched on the same day, which was nice, but the cable guy couldn't come until the following week. Oh well, we had plenty of stuff to do in the meantime, unpacking boxes and setting things up.
When the cable guy finally came out, he checked things out and told us that the cable was actually already on, which was weird because according to their records, it had been switched off when the previous tenants moved out. We hadn't actually checked. I mean, we could've hooked up the TV anyway to see if it worked, but I just assumed it wouldn't until the guy came out and dealt with it. I suddenly realized that if I'd done that, instead of calling them, we could've enjoyed free cable for the entire time we lived there, which turned out to be three years. Shit.
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Stopped at the grocery store the other day to pick up some cereal (Frosted Mini-Wheats, the best!) and as I'm trying to decide which kind to get, there's this woman standing not too far away, also examining the vast array of breakfast cereals. Seriously, an entire aisle, both sides, four shelves high. I look over at her at the same time as she looks over at me and we make brief eye contact. She's pretty, maybe thirtysomething, and I smile awkwardly. She smiles back and says "I like your scarf." I'm wearing my scarf that looks like a piano keyboard. I thank her and tell her it was a gift from my sister (which I tell everyone, because my sister deserves the credit).
"Oh, you're a musician?" she asks. "Do you play the piano?" Okay, I guess we're having a conversation. That's cool; I've got a nice buzz on (as I do basically any time I'm not working), she's pretty, and selecting cereal is not a particularly urgent task. I reply in the affirmative. She asks if I play in a band or anything, and I tell her that I used to play keyboards, but mostly now just play piano.
She says she bets my kids are musicians too, and yeah, they were both band and orchestra kids. We end up talking about kids, music, how band kids tend to be good kids in general, she tells me about a recent trip she took with her kids' school band and how the kids were are great, very well behaved. We end up chatting a lot longer than one normally does with a stranger at the grocery store. I'm trying to figure out if this is making things progressively more relaxed or more awkward, but I've got nothing else to do, might as well chat with the pretty lady. I don't even remember all the stuff we talked about.
During a pause in the conversation, I glance back towards the cereal shelves. She says "Well hey, it was nice..." and is about to say "...to meet you" which is what you normally say, except that we didn't introduce ourselves or anything, so we didn't really meet. She says "...talking with you." Ah, good recovery! But she makes a face, like she realizes that that sounds kinda lame, but in an instant the smile is back and I pretend I didn't notice. We both realize that it's unusual, especially nowadays, to actually have a pleasant five-minute conversation with a stranger. But it was cool.
"It was nice talking with you, too" I reply. I grab a box each of strawberry and blueberry, and put them into my cart. I tell her to have a nice day and head away from her because it actually is getting a bit awkward now. I realize a moment too late that I should've gone in her direction instead, passing her, so I could turn and check out her butt after. But we all have regrets. Such is life.
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One time when my wife and I moved from one apartment to another, it was in a different city, so we had to do all the normal "get hooked up" stuff like contact the power company and local cable provider. Water was included with the rent. The power got switched on the same day, which was nice, but the cable guy couldn't come until the following week. Oh well, we had plenty of stuff to do in the meantime, unpacking boxes and setting things up.
When the cable guy finally came out, he checked things out and told us that the cable was actually already on, which was weird because according to their records, it had been switched off when the previous tenants moved out. We hadn't actually checked. I mean, we could've hooked up the TV anyway to see if it worked, but I just assumed it wouldn't until the guy came out and dealt with it. I suddenly realized that if I'd done that, instead of calling them, we could've enjoyed free cable for the entire time we lived there, which turned out to be three years. Shit.
We moved into a rental house a decade or so ago and I was able to plug in my cable modem and get internet right away. I had signed up for service online and never got any confirmation that it was set up. I even called Comcast, being an honest guy, and asked why I hadn't gotten a bill. I didn't want to get a huge bill later for several months of non-payment. The person I talked to couldn't see anything in their system saying we had service. I said "OK, thanks" and got off the phone as quickly as I could. We lived there 2 years and never paid a dime for that Comcast service. :lol
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Sweet! We could've had that, for three years. I even said something to the guy, how about we pretend that you never came out, and no one needs to know? He said sorry, he couldn't do that. I had to admire the ethics, even if he was totally letting me down as a "bro".
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So this is mundane, but true!
The cafeteria in the office building in which I work is actually pretty nice. Salad bar, grill, entrees, sandwiches, and even a little flatbread pizza setup. The girl who makes the flatbread pizzas is named Sara. I know this because she wears a name tag that says "Sara".
As with pretty much anyone I encounter, I'm polite and hopefully sound reasonably intelligent. Our interactions involve a lot of "please" and "thank you" because she's required to and I try to be polite. Also (you knew this part was coming) she's really, really pretty and tends to smile a lot, and I cannot help but smile a lot the whole time, because I'm dealing with a pretty girl smiling at me the whole time.
It's only $5.99 for this little flatbread pizza that they pop into a little convection oven for five minutes, but it's a pretty good deal, so I've been visiting Sara a lot lately. Recently I've noticed that she's become very generous with the toppings. Like, she'll go back for an extra half handful of cheese, veggies, whatever, watching me and smiling the whole time. Yesterday's was almost ridiculous; I had trouble finishing it, it was so piled up with toppings.
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Today she saw me approaching and smiled and said "Hi!" and when it came time for making the pizza, she again went kinda crazy on the ingredients. She said she's making my pizza extra special because I'm such a good customer. Hey, it never hurts to be nice, and you never know when something nice comes back your way, right? Karma. Not some cosmic force, but simply spreading positive energy and enjoying the benefits of living in a slightly better world.
Anyway, I think I officially have a crush on Sara the pizza girl. And No, I'm not stupid enough to think that it's reciprocal; she's just being nice because I'm always nice to her. Simple as that. Right?
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I really wish you would have started that story with, "I never thought this would happen to me, but..."
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Tomorrow just tell her you need 10 more ingredients.....and they'd be the digits of her phone number.
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Tomorrow just tell her you need 10 more ingredients.....and they'd be the digits of her phone number.
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she's just being nice because I'm always nice to her. Simple as that. Right?
99% percent chance yes, but you never know...
I was just talking to my 11 and 14 year old sons the other day about how just because a girl is friendly and nice to you doesn't mean she's interested in dating you. But that if she is interested in dating you she will also be friendly and nice and how confusing that is when you're in the dating world.
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I really wish you would have started that story with, "I never thought this would happen to me, but..."
:lol
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I worked a deli counter for years and still have a kitchen gig on Sundays that requires me to deal with the public from time to time. People really suck. There are days where it just seems like customer after customer is there to make your day a living hell. Every now and then you get those few customers that break that mold. I actually look forward to a quick chat with them no matter how garbage the day is going. I load those people up sometimes like there's no tomorrow simply because they were/are polite and I know they aren't going to add to the daily shit pile. It's almost like it's a way to say thank you and to bribe them to come back next time :lol
There's guys at the grill station at the place I work during the week with that always mislabel my food. They'll put a fries barcode on a Philly cheesesteak sandwich or something like that almost every single day that I go there. I'm just friendly towards them and we shoot the shit whenever I'm waiting at the counter. It's amazing how much just not being an asshole can mean to people.
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I worked a deli counter for years and still have a kitchen gig on Sundays that requires me to deal with the public from time to time. People really suck. There are days where it just seems like customer after customer is there to make your day a living hell. Every now and then you get those few customers that break that mold. I actually look forward to a quick chat with them no matter how garbage the day is going. I load those people up sometimes like there's no tomorrow simply because they were/are polite and I know they aren't going to add to the daily shit pile. It's almost like it's a way to say thank you and to bribe them to come back next time :lol
There's guys at the grill station at the place I work during the week with that always mislabel my food. They'll put a fries barcode on a Philly cheesesteak sandwich or something like that almost every single day that I go there. I'm just friendly towards them and we shoot the shit whenever I'm waiting at the counter. It's amazing how much just not being an asshole can mean to people.
Word on this. I have too many examples of this being true.
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At my last job, the cafeteria setup was also pretty deluxe, with several different "stations" to it. The guy at the Entree station most days was John (again, I knew this because of a name tag) and we'd chat about music and stuff sometimes while I waited for my food. One time I heard him telling a customer that he didn't have anymore small to-go boxes so he had to put her fries in a large box. I look around, and most stations have a couple stacks of to-go boxes, large and small, but he's out of small boxes. I went over to an area that had two stacks of small boxes and took one stack over to the Entrees. "Here you go, John" and I set the stack of boxes on the counter. It was like ten feet round trip for me, but the way things were set up, he'd have had to go back, around a wall/divider thing, etc... I understood why he was too busy and didn't want to bother. Anyway, he seemed shocked that a customer would actually do something like that, thanked me profusely, when I just thought it made sense. I wasn't doing anything else at the moment anyway.
Maybe a week later, the lunch entree was prime rib, and John was working the Entree station. Nothing fancy, a little six-ounce prime rib and some sides, but a decent lunch. When I get to the counter, there are two left in the pan, so John stacks them carefully on top of each other in the box before adding the mashed potatoes and green beans. "They're small" he winks at me and goes to grab another tray from the back.
When I got to the cashier, everyone has to open their to-go boxes, and she looks and asks "Is that two?" and I said honestly "He said they're small. They were the last two in the pan." Regular price. Score! It was a good lunch.
Always be nice to your service people.
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she's just being nice because I'm always nice to her. Simple as that. Right?
99% percent chance yes, but you never know...
I was just talking to my 11 and 14 year old sons the other day about how just because a girl is friendly and nice to you doesn't mean she's interested in dating you. But that if she is interested in dating you she will also be friendly and nice and how confusing that is when you're in the dating world.
Oh yeah, I get that. I've been married 30 years and Sara is maybe half my age, so nothing's ever going to happen, but her smile, and her pizzas, have quickly become the highlight of my days.
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Well, my days of non-flirting with Sara the Pizza Girl have ended. The lease we had in that building was not renewed, and I have been transferred to HQ. This sucks on multiple levels. I've been a programmer since 1995, and have always worked in a cubicle. Nothing fancy, just fabric-covered walls on three sides and a workstation, but it was "my" space. Twice I was lucky enough to be on an outside edge, so one of the three walls was low and I had a window.
The trend these days is to put office rats into a "shared workspace". Some genius figured out that at any given time, 40% (or whatever the number was) of employees are in meetings, or on vacation, or sick, or whatever, and not at their desks. Therefore, however many employees you have in your department, you only really need about 60% of that number of workstations. So they set up a big shared workspace where no one gets an assigned desk. Every day, you come in and find a place to set up. You hook up your laptop (everyone is issued one) to the black box, and you're on the network, and hooked up with an external keyboard and mouse and two monitors. To be fair, they seem to have tried to make things as nice as possible, considering that they're packing us in here. And of course, at the end of the day, you pack up everything and take it with you. There are signs reminding us to not leave anything behind.
So, gone are the days of having my own space. No pictures or little knicknacks on the desk, calendars on the wall, etc., unless I want to bring them with me every day and take them home every night. Fuck that. I don't even like carrying my laptop to and from. For 28 years, I was a cubicle rat. It wasn't luxurious, it sure as hell wasn't an office with a door, but it was mine, with my name on a little plate on the wall. No longer. And of course, the decision to do this was made by people who do have offices the size of my living room (and probably with nicer carpeting).
One plus that I've discovered: I have some pretty nice Sony earphones and play YouTube tunes all day to block out the noise, and help keep my sanity. The latest remastered version of pretty much anything I'd want to listen to, obscure live stuff, obscure studio stuff, stuff I've never heard of, stuff I've heard of but never had a chance to check out, it's all there. So there's a lot of stuff I've heard before but not the remastered version and never via earphones or headphones, and I'm hearing a lot of things I've never heard before. A guitar or keyboard lick I never knew was there. Background vocals low in the mix filling things up but not obvious. That kind of thing. Right now, I'm listening to The Yes Album, an album I've listened to easily over 100 times, and hearing parts I've never heard before. Before that was Animals by Pink Floyd; same thing. Hey, I have to spend eight hours a day in this pit (we're in the basement -- they literally refer to this area as The Dungeon), I might as well make the best of it.
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Guys this isn't supposed to be Orbert's Online Diary and Bitchfest. I was thinking it would be a thread to talk about all the mundane day-to-day shit that isn't worth starting a new thread about. I'm just throwing shit out there to see what I can stir up.
Anybody here work in a shared workspace? Commiserate with me!
Anybody ever listened to tunes over headphones or earphones and heard stuff that you never heard before but which has obviously been there for years? Isn't that cool?
Anybody ever had a crush on the cute pizza girl in the office cafeteria who you'll never see again because they reassigned you? Doesn't that suck?
Speak!
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The cafeteria in the office building in which I work is actually pretty nice. Salad bar, grill, entrees, sandwiches, and even a little flatbread pizza setup. The girl who makes the flatbread pizzas is named Sara. I know this because she wears a name tag that says "Sara".
I know this post is 3 months old, but I just stumbled in here.
FYI, my 19yo daughter has had 4 part-time jobs over the last few years. At not one of them has she had her actual name on her nametag, so "Sara" may or may not actually be named Sara. How's that for mundane?! :biggrin:
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Not sure I can accurately described this, but it is a true story that happened just this morning.
This morning, I put some chemicals in my pool, and grabbed the brush to brush out some clumped up stuff on the bottom. As I was putting the brush down to the bottom (deep end), I noticed it wasn't going to be long enough and I would need to extend the length. As I started pulling it back, the extender was coming toward me but the brush end wasn't coming up any higher - I saw that the adjuster clamp was open and not clamped. I saw it about the time the extender came out of the brush handle completely. I quickly used the extender to poke under the brush handle to kind of grab it, but it was far enough away from the edge of the pool that I couldn't grab it. I yelled "Are you fucking kidding me?" because it looked like I was going to have to jump in the pool to get it.
I thought I may be able to lever the brush handle up long enough to pull the extender and poke it back into the end, and then "walk" it over to me. I also thought I would only get one shot. Against all odds, it actually worked, I grabbed the brush, and rescued it from the pool without having to jump in.
Mundane? I kind of think so. True? Absolutely.
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That's cool, though. Something went kinda wrong, could've gone more wrong, but you saved the day. But no one saw it and the only place you can brag about it is on DTF. That's what we're here for!
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Guy's this isn't supposed to be Orbert's Online Diary and Bitchfest. I was thinking it would be a thread to talk about all the mundane day-to-day shit that isn't worth starting a new thread about. I'm just throwing shit out there to see what I can stir up.
Anybody here work in a shared workspace? Commiserate with me!
I've thankfully dodged the "bullpen" thing for the most part. In Erie, I had a bullpen, but I would navigate to empty offices when I could. Now I work from home, so... Mostly, as counsel, I could always argue for a hard-walled office with locking door. Which is great for...
Anybody ever listened to tunes over headphones or earphones and heard stuff that you never heard before but which has obviously been there for years? Isn't that cool?
Not having to use headphones at the office. But generally I LIKE headphones. Basslines. It's almost always baselines for me that I notice with headphones. There have been some since, but the last specific time I remember was listening to The Wall; that veritably came alive in my head on 'phones.
Anybody ever had a crush on the cute pizza girl in the office cafeteria who you'll never see again because they reassigned you? Doesn't that suck?
Speak!
Haha, not so specific, but yes. There was a girl at the GE cafeteria when I was at headquarters that was cute as a button. In general I sometimes think about all the people - no one specific, but as a general proposition - that come in and out of our lives that way. "Random collisions" as Fish called it.
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Guy's this isn't supposed to be Orbert's Online Diary and Bitchfest.
Yeah, I've thought about that a few times when you've contributed a new story. Every time you do, I try to pay attention to happenings in my life that may be appropriate for this thread (see Hef's story, for example) so I could contribute and not leave you out in wilderness on your own...but, then I just forget. Until, I see a new post and it get's me thinking again. Then I just forget. Sorry, my man.
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:lol
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That's cool, though. Something went kinda wrong, could've gone more wrong, but you saved the day. But no one saw it and the only place you can brag about it is on DTF. That's what we're here for!
:tup
I told my wife about it, and she wasn't very impressed. *shrugs*
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Guy's this isn't supposed to be Orbert's Online Diary and Bitchfest. I was thinking it would be a thread to talk about all the mundane day-to-day shit that isn't worth starting a new thread about. I'm just throwing shit out there to see what I can stir up.
Anybody here work in a shared workspace? Commiserate with me!
Anybody ever listened to tunes over headphones or earphones and heard stuff that you never heard before but which has obviously been there for years? Isn't that cool?
Anybody ever had a crush on the cute pizza girl in the office cafeteria who you'll never see again because they reassigned you? Doesn't that suck?
Speak!
At the place where I work, they're planning to some remodeling of the building. We're going through a restructuring so people are moving to new positions, joining different teams, etc., so I guess it made sense to do it now. Anyway one of the things that was mentioned was going to an 'open concept' kind of layout, which just sounds like complete dogshit to me, especially since they're trying to reduce our work from home days (and would kill it off entirely, if they think they can get away with it). I feel like it's the sort of decision that's maybe well-intentioned, but completely misguided about what people actually want. I don't want to be in plain view of everyone else the entire day, I want to go in my cube and mind my own business and get my work done.
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I've never heard of anyone who prefers open offices. What a stupid idea. We all know it's completely a move to cram more people into the same amount of space
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And also so they can more easily keep an eye on you. Honestly, as much as the noise and lack of privacy sucks, my greatest fear was the side effect that I'd actually have to work eight hours a day. It's not my fault that my job doesn't take me 40 hours a week to do. Hell, I'm sure there are weeks that I "work" five days but only actually work 15 or 20 hours. Part of it's because I've gotten really good at my job, and part of it's because my bosses don't actually know what I do or how long it takes me to do it. And I prefer it that way. If everyone can see me, how can I fuck off all day on Facebook, DTF, etc.?
It turns out that we do have dumb little mini-dividers between the workstations; nothing like cubicle walls, but between them and the bizarre layout which has four "branches" going off in different directions, there are lots of corners and a fair amount of privacy. Someone would have to make an effort, an obvious one, to see what you're doing. And also, no one cares. No one walks around checking out what everyone else is doing. Ain't no one got time for that. So I find a corner where I can see anyone coming before they can see me, and I can fuck off all day on Facebook, DTF, etc. Since it's noisy, I put in my earphones and pull up some YouTube tunes. Life... isn't exactly great, but it's tolerable.
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My last desk job I maybe did at most 4 hours of legitimate work per day. I tried to calculate the actual number a couple times, but it was too challenging, as the work came and went in spurts. It was a cubcile village, and for the majority of it, I was fortunately in the back row so no one could see my screen, which was, more often than not, this forum. It was also loud as many of the people in my area were often on the phones so I regularly had my headphones on. Looking back I cannot believe I was there for nearly 10 years, with nothing more to show for it than my measly paycheck. But that was largely my doing. I am never going back to that work environment.
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Cubicles are the office equivalent of fun size candy bars. There's nothing "fun" about a candy that is the size of my pinky toe, and don't try to sell it like it's something to be happy about.
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Compared to having no desk at all, a cubicle is something to be happy about. I never thought I'd miss it, until they took it away and gave me something far worse.
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While I was shaving this morning (6:30 am), a bolt of lightning struck a huge oak tree in our back yard. It sounded and felt like a bomb going off.
It turns out that the lightning carved a trench in the yard leading up to the tree, blew all the bark (and attached limbs) off on one whole side, and traveled to the other side of the tree and did the same thing there. The carnage is truly impressive. It took me 20 minutes to get crap out of my pool.
We are going out of town on our family vacation tomorrow, so this happened at a particularly crappy time. We had a tree guy come out and assure us that it isn't in danger of falling over onto our house any time in the next couple of weeks, so that's good. However, with all of the bark gone now, it will start to rot, so it will have to come down, which will be a pretty penny, and will require a special crane (this bitch is at least 50 feet tall).
Meanwhile, my next door neighbor's security camera caught the strike on video. He posted it on Facebook, and then the local CBS affiliate saw it and came out and interviewed them and my wife and I. So I will be on the news, I guess.
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That's not mundane at all! wow, I want to see this video now!
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Holy smokes!!! Glad all are ok at the Hef house but that sucks losing a big Oak.
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That's not mundane at all!
I don't know. I mean, it's me.
wow, I want to see this video now!
I will link as soon as the station posts to their website.
It was the lead story on the noon broadcast. That was fun lol
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When I started in-house with my current employer a decade ago, my boss showed me to my office on my first day, and he commented that I'd be supervising people at some point and that the general rule (at the time) was that, if you weren't supervising people, you wouldn't get an office because you didn't need one. I had given that NO thought during the interview process, and the idea of not having an office briefly scared the crap out of me. Fortunately, it's not an issue any longer.
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Hef, we never had lightning in our yard but we did have 90 MPH winds that made the biggest tree in our yard fall over into our dining room. A nice hole through the ceiling. The power was out so we were awake and we suddenly heard tapping at our window. It was a tree limb hitting our bedroom window seconds before the tree fell onto our house. I do have pictures on Facebook. I'll see if I can find them and post a few here.
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While I was shaving this morning (6:30 am), a bolt of lightning struck a huge oak tree in our back yard. It sounded and felt like a bomb going off.
It turns out that the lightning carved a trench in the yard leading up to the tree, blew all the bark (and attached limbs) off on one whole side, and traveled to the other side of the tree and did the same thing there. The carnage is truly impressive. It took me 20 minutes to get crap out of my pool.
I had to re-read this, because my mind thought you had said 'get crap out of my underwear'.
It would have taken me that long. ;)
Holy crap!!!! (pun intended)
Kinger....we had a 'derecho' go through our area eleven years ago. Had never heard of that term until then. Not a tornado, but a quick storm line with gusts of over 90 MPH. Knocked a maple tree in our neighbors' yard onto the power lines. Both cracks scared the hell out of us as we cowered in our basement.
No power that night (or for the next five throughout the area). And we were leaving for a cruise the next morning. Temps in the 90s for days afterwards. Our nephew that 'home sat' our house simply took our dog the next day, and then went back home to his parents for the time we were gone.
When we returned home, we had a bloody mess on the floor from our freezer at the bottom of our frig. So nice that we had just spent over $150 on various meat products because of a sale. :sad: Just wish our nephew had done as we asked, and made a trip back after a couple of days to empty it before our return (double sad).
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https://www.cbs17.com/news/local-news/wake-county-news/neighbors-describe-massive-raleigh-storm-that-damaged-tree/
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https://www.cbs17.com/news/local-news/wake-county-news/neighbors-describe-massive-raleigh-storm-that-damaged-tree/
Holy shit, that's crazy! I just remembered my in-laws home had a similar thing happen to their oak tree in the backyard some 20 years ago but the tree didn't splinter like in your yard.
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https://www.cbs17.com/news/local-news/wake-county-news/neighbors-describe-massive-raleigh-storm-that-damaged-tree/
Look at that line of bark that came off. Crazy.
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That’s crazy, Hef.
That reminded me of something that happened years ago.
My family’s old house had a screened-in back porch. One night a tree branch fell right through one of the skylights.
(https://i.ibb.co/zRf6xF6/20170123-040300.jpg) (https://ibb.co/tsCLKzL)
(https://i.ibb.co/RBn45s1/20170123-040321.jpg) (https://ibb.co/rcPfWzg)
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https://www.cbs17.com/news/local-news/wake-county-news/neighbors-describe-massive-raleigh-storm-that-damaged-tree/
You're a star!!
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What happened to the tree actually looks pretty cool. Not so great for the tree, obviously, but pretty freaky how it came out.
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Glad you guys are ok
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What happened to the tree actually looks pretty cool. Not so great for the tree, obviously, but pretty freaky how it came out.
Found a big hunk of bark at my fire pit area this afternoon. That's close to 100 feet from the tree.
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I swear the following story is true.
A woman I know, let's call her Angela, and I were talking the other day. Angela is a very nice young woman who enjoys dabbling in alternative medicine. Someone close to her recently was diagnosed with cancer and opted to eschew traditional treatment and opted for alternative medicine. Her choice, obvs. And according to Angela she is now cured.
Part of the cure was spending tons of money going to local IV infusion clinics. These are strip-mall clinics that provide mostly vitamins and saline drips but claim these things cure all sort of problems/diseases. Angela has suffered with some depression and anxiety so she thought it would be great to accompany her friend for a treatment. 1 IVF treatment is about $200. Again, her choice and not my business how she wants to spend her money.
She said after this 1 infusion she never felt better. I mentioned that - as with taking oral vitamins - some of these vitamins are merely flushed out of the body as the kidneys and the liver do their thing and thus don't build up. I wondered out loud if some of the $200 she spent was flushed down the toilet.
She gets this guilty look on her face and says she has to confess something to me. My mind begins racing as to what she is about to tell me but nothing could've prepared me for what she said next.
She said that a few days after her "treatment" she felt like she might be coming down with a cold or a virus so she drank her urine to recycle the vitamins she got in the IV. She also said her friend with the cured cancer also regularly drinks her own urine and believes this is why her cancer went into remission.
To say that I was at a loss for words could be an understatement. :laugh:
You know how sometimes someone says something to you and you have to try really really hard to control your facial expressions? This was definitely one of those times.
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Moves the phrase ‘taking the p*ss’ to a whole new level.
I despise the word, but ‘yuck’. :eek
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Figuratively, she flushed a lot of good money down the toilet.
And literally, anything that should have gone down the toilet really should have. There's a reason why a couple million years of evolution has resulted in our bodies getting rid of certain substances, and keeping others.
But mostly, WTF is wrong with these people?
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Urine has always sort of been this "hidden magic", just ask Bear Grylls. I mean, she might have gotten a dose of vitamins - I know that one of the dangers of drinking urine is that if you took a medicine that was flushed out, you risk a "double" dose - but the risk is not zero (urine is not, as is commonly thought, "sterile").
And I can't help but recall the statement: "Do you know what they call alternative medicine that has been proven to work? Medicine."
EDIT: (By the way. I don't think I was crystal clear here: The first sentence was a little... sarcastic. The medical community is pretty unanimous that there are no viable health benefits from drinking urine, and in fact, there are some clear dangers to doing so, which is why I wrote about "double doses". I didn't write this, but it's generally accepted that it's a myth that it can help with dehydration. The US Army, for example, discourages it's soldiers from using this method if stuck in isolation without water. I can sometimes be contrarian but medicine isn't one of them. When I hear "alternative medicine" I generally get very very skeptical, and that includes drinking one's urine.)
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So a month or two ago, I was changing out a tube for my bike in the garage, and to pull the tire off, you often need a couple little plastic bars called tire levers to edge it over the rim. They look like this:
https://www.modernbike.com/product-2126233517?gclid=CjwKCAjwzo2mBhAUEiwAf7wjkps1aoWRUiysUWQK1m8GxbAH7fOh0PUmuvA-d1L9VQY0oqCwNrMQBxoC_lYQAvD_BwE
So I’ve got a couple of these levers hooked on to get the tire loose, pull out the old tube, put in the new, reseat the tire, and pump it up. Job done, and one I’ve done several times now. I go to gather the tools to put them away, and I can’t find a tire lever. Look everywhere in the garage. In shoes. Under the treadmill. Under shelves or the workout mats. Nothing. Gone. Disappeared like a fart in the wind. I eventually give up and just consider it a loss. No big deal.
The past few rides, I’ve noticed a weird sound. Kind of whispery. Clicky. Rhythmic. Consistent. But faint. And coming from somewhere near my front end. Nothing looks off. Nothing feels off. So I just keep going on rides without much concern. But the noise persists.
I have a ride with a friend tomorrow morning. About 20+ miles, so I’m looking my bike over tonight. Safety check, make sure things look good. Every now and again, when my bike is hanging on the wall mount, I’ll give the pedals a spin just for fun and listen to the buzz of the hub. Even better to me is spinning the front wheel. It just rotates forever. Silently. Did it tonight as well. Just for fun. But this time it’s not fully silent. A faint, rhythmic, whispery whooshy noise with every rotation, consistently at the same spot. A closer listen reveals something sounds like it’s inside the tire. I’m mystified at what and why, and then a thought hits me.
No, it couldn’t be that. Could it?
I pull the front wheel off the bike, deflate the tire, and get to work on removing it. I pull the tube out, and what is sitting there inside the tire casing but one mysteriously disappeared and now found tire lever. Like the prodigal son returning home. Must have fallen inside when I last changed the tube and I didn’t notice. I’ll chalk it up to the lever’s black color blending in with the tire and tube. Good thing I have a new set of levers that are blue, I suppose!
Mundane but true!
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What was once lost has been found. Huzzah!!
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So much for the tire lever breaking out of the garage.
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I swear the following story is true.
I'm not sure this qualifies as mundane! I went back and forth between EWWW! to LOL for a good minute after reading that.
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I mowed my lawn. My godson who lives with us has mowed it lately. My OCD went through the rood with his quality.
So today I tried wji h he didn't do for a month. So I ran out of wire for my trimmer. Just bad luck.
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I mowed my lawn. My godson who lives with us has mowed it lately. My OCD went through the rood with his quality.
So today I tried wji h he didn't do for a month. So I ran out of wire for my trimmer. Just bad luck.
Apparently, OCD doesn't extend to spelling and grammar. Were you drunk texting last night, Joe? The more weight you trim off, the easier it is to get tipsy, you know.
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I mowed my lawn yesterday and the neighbor gave compliments. This is akin to how I felt
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Bxp4VZP9UCk
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For years, I've been collecting change in a little bowl in my drawer at work. The cafeteria decided to round to the nearest five cents for all transactions, apparently because doing away with pennies is more efficient or something? Anyway, I always come back with quarters, nickles, and/or dimes, and toss them into the little bowl in my desk drawer. Sometimes in the afternoon, I grab a handful of silver and hit the vending machine for a snack.
Doritos are $1.25. Too much, I know, but you do what you have to do. After hitting the quarters pretty hard, I'm down to a bunch of nickles and dimes, so I drop in $1.25 in nickles and dimes and press A4 (Doritos). The little curly wire turns a few times, the Doritos move forward, and... hang there at the end of the wire. They do not drop! :omg:
No way, not on my watch, baby. I'm a Real American, so I start pushing on the vending machine, rocking it back and forth, to get the Doritos to drop. It's making a shit-ton of noise, but I don't care. This damned thing will not defeat me!
I hear clunk! clunk! clunk! clunk! clunk! and check the Coin Return. There are fives quarters in there. What the...? It has returned my money, even though I originally dropped in nickels and dimes. Interesting. Vending machines have a self-defense instinct. Give them their money back before you suffer permanent damage. Except I still want my Doritos. So I drop the quarters in and press A4 again. The curly wire turns, the first bag (the one that was stuck) drops immediately, followed by the next bag. But... at this point I've only paid for one.
Two for one! Score! See, sometimes physical violence does pay off!
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That's a great story. I feel like I've had the 2-for-1 a few times over the years (although not for the reason you did).
Coincidentally, I did some reading earlier this week on the efforts to eliminate the penny. "No one" uses them; they tend to go into change piles/cans and get turned back into banks. Some businesses won't accept them. They cost more than twice their face value to manufacture. They'd likely have been eliminated many years ago, but it's just not a hot topic. Also, "Big Zinc" doesn't like it.
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"Big zinc"! Hahaha!
Orbert, you should take all your change and use the vending machine as a exchanger. Put all those dimes and nickels in and take the quarters back to your desk for next time. :) :) :)
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That's a great story. I feel like I've had the 2-for-1 a few times over the years (although not for the reason you did).
Coincidentally, I did some reading earlier this week on the efforts to eliminate the penny. "No one" uses them; they tend to go into change piles/cans and get turned back into banks. Some businesses won't accept them. They cost more than twice their face value to manufacture. They'd likely have been eliminated many years ago, but it's just not a hot topic. Also, "Big Zinc" doesn't like it.
We scrapped the penny back in (holy shit :omg:) 2012. I'm surprised it's been that long. When paying by debit or credit, transaction cost remains the same. For cash transactions whose total ends in 1, 2, 6, or 7 cents, retailers round down; for 3, 4, 8, 9... they round up. In the end, the theory is that everyone (retailer and consumer) ends up about break even - ya win some, ya lose some.
There is simply no good reason to have the penny. 1) At the time it was figured it cost $0.017 to make a penny; 2) Given how few transactions are actually paid in cash, the impact to BOTH seller and buyer is nominal at best.
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"Big zinc"! Hahaha!
I know it sounds silly, but there is a lobbying organization called Americans for Common Cents, which is funded by a number of companies, including the company that makes the zinc coin blanks that are used to mint pennies. AfCC has commissioned surveys that supposedly show about 2/3 of the public favor keeping the penny (or oppose its elimination). There are also economic arguments against eliminating the penny, one of which is negated by the system used in Canada that Chad described. John McCain and another senator introduced legislation in 2017, but it died in committee (low priority).
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This morning I was searching for my lost car keys in a rush to make it to a meeting. After rummaging through my bag and checking the usual spots I started to panic. In frustration, I checked basically every possible spot in my apartment and oddly enough found the keys in the refrigerator. It turned out I had absentmindedly put them there while grabbing a late-night snack yesterday.
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I used to the do that kind of thing all the time. Still do, sometimes, but nowadays I usually manage to stop myself. If I have something in my hands and go to grab something out of the fridge, or off a shelf, or whatever, I put whatever was in my hand into a pocket instead of setting it down. Or if possible, I just hang onto it and grab the additional thing as well. If I set it down, I'm not going to remember to come back for it, or even where I set it down in the first place. It's a pain, having to discipline myself to do or not do certain things, especially at my age, but we do what we have to do.
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The keys to the family cars are either one of three simple fobs (I don't carry house keys) or a short strip of cloth with two keys on it (my Jeep and my plow truck). I lose one or more of those on a semi-weekly basis. It's a running joke with my family (as are the number of cars; if everyone is home, we have 12 cars in the yard).
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In our household, I'm the one who gets to deal with the monthly bills, which is mostly online these days, but every once in a while there's an issue and I have to call and talk to an actual person to get something straightened out. When we first moved into the house many years ago, my wife did most of the calling and setting up the utilities, etc., and put some of them in her name. Why? This will forever remain a mystery. We both know that I will be dealing with them, but as any married couple will tell you, there are some questions that you just don't ask, because the very act of asking will lead to an argument. I'm not sure how, but it does. Trust me.
Anyway, there's something funky with our water bill, so I call, and the person on the other end asks if I'm the account holder. I'm not, I'm her husband and live at the same address, and I have a question about the water bill. They say that they can only talk to the account holder. So that's how it is. I say "Hang on, let me get her" and wait a few seconds, then say "Hello, this is <wife's name>". No attempt to disguise my voice, it's obviously still me.
They ask, incredulously, "This is <wife's name>?" Yes. What are they gonna do, accuse me of lying? I continue "My husband said to ask you about an issue with our water bill" and I go on to outline the issue. The person on the line is still in brainlock. They're only supposed to talk to the account holder, and we both know that I'm not her, but I've identified myself as the account holder and given the account number. Eventually they snap out of it and help me resolve the issue. Pretty stupid, really. But hey, if that's the game, I'll play by their rules. I got bills to pay here.
Mundane But True!
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That is good. That is VERY good. :)
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LOL that is hilarious.
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hey everyone, had another one of those super ordinary days today. nothing too exciting, just the usual routine.
so, the day started like any other. woke up at 6:30 am, and as i groggily stumbled out of bed, i noticed that the bathroom lightbulb had burned out. i thought, "oh great, just what i need today," so i had to fumble around in the dark to do my morning routine.
after that, i went downstairs and made myself a bowl of cereal. i usually go for the whole grain stuff, you know, gotta stay healthy and all that. poured some milk in, took a bite, and realized the milk was almost empty. not a great start, i tell ya.
then, it was time for my daily commute to work. i hopped in my trusty old sedan and hit the road. the traffic was, surprise surprise, backed up as usual. sat there for what felt like an eternity, listening to the same old radio station playing the same old songs.
finally, i got to the office. my desk is right by the window, which would be nice if the view wasn't just a parking lot. so, i spent the day in front of my computer, typing away, attending meetings, and doing all the usual work stuff.
lunchtime rolled around, and i grabbed a sandwich from the deli down the street. turkey and swiss on whole wheat, just like always. not that exciting, but it does the job.
back at the office, the afternoon seemed to drag on forever. i swear, watching the clock is the most exciting part of my day. but eventually, 5 o'clock came around, and i packed up my stuff and headed home.
once i got back, i realized i forgot to buy a new lightbulb for the bathroom. so, i added it to my mental to-do list for tomorrow.
for dinner, i made some spaghetti with jarred sauce. nothing fancy, just boiled the noodles, heated up the sauce, and voila, dinner is served.
after that, i watched some tv for a bit, nothing special, just some random shows to unwind. and now here i am, sharing my incredibly mundane day with all of you.
so yeah, that's pretty much it. just another run-of-the-mill day in the life of a regular guy like me. hope you all had a slightly more exciting day!
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Orbert, I have had a couple similar situations here at my house. I've always wondered what the protocol is on the other end. If I am saying I am my wife, and can answer all the security questions, is it still under their discretion to refuse to speak with me because they do not believe I am who I say I am?
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I wondered the same thing. That is, I didn't know if my "trick" (for lack of a better word) would work. But something told me that their phone agents aren't given that kind of power. If the caller says that they're the account holder and has the account number, just deal with them. I also know my wife's social security number, and was ready to provide that if necessary. In the second or two I had to decide, I realized that I wasn't up to disguising my voice to try and sound feminine in an attempt to actually impersonate my wife (I'm a natural baritone), so I figured what the hell. I will identify myself as her on the phone, provide whatever proof is necessary, and see what happens. I gambled that it wouldn't matter whether or not the phone agent knew damned well it was still me; they have to follow procedures, and that doesn't include exercising their own judgement. It worked, which is what makes it so damned funny. It's also possible that the phone agent thought it was a stupid rule and that I should be able to ask questions about the account. It's a water bill, not nuclear launch codes.
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@TheHoveringSojourn808
I'm not sure what to make of your post. If you're trying to take the piss from Orbert's thread of astonishing mundanity, I don't think you succeeded very well. If you're not (trying to spoil the fun) all I can hope for you is a minor thrill to enliven your day.
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@TheHoveringSojourn808
I'm not sure what to make of your post. If you're trying to take the piss from Orbert's thread of astonishing mundanity, I don't think you succeeded very well. If you're not (trying to spoil the fun) all I can hope for you is a minor thrill to enliven your day.
nah i'd never try to ruin anyone elses fun
my mom taught me not to try to take the wind out of anyone's sails, lest i wind up with my keister in the gravy!
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I have a pretty bizarre sense of humor sometimes, often ironic or even sardonic, and while many longtime DTF'ers have come to at least figure it out if not appreciate it, I'm not surprised when someone doesn't quite follow. My original "concept" for the thread was to just share stories of relatively mundane things that have some amusing footnote to them, or something that could otherwise spark conversation. Others who've had similar experiences, etc., and of course this being DTF there's always the chance that we'll go off on weird tangents.
I took Sojourn's post as being so completely mundane that it fit the apparent literal concept of the thread but kinda broke it by doing only that. A parody of a parody or something. I kept waiting for something interesting or amusing to happen, but it was actually a pretty mundane story. Touché!
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Here's a quick chuckle from today. I attended a friends gathering, and when I grabbed my backpack to leave, I accidentally took my friend's son's. Picture me unpacking a dinosaur lunchbox and crayons! We swapped bags and had a good laugh.
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I kept waiting for something interesting or amusing to happen, but it was actually a pretty mundane story.
I did, as well. Then I started waiting to see if he'd find the SHIFT key. Then I started wondering if the lack of capitalization was a stylistic choice to drive home a sense of depressive mundanity that the narrative was cultivating. You know, who can be bothered sort of theme. But then I noticed his username has capitalization...but, the descriptors, and signature don't have caps. So I was at a loss. So I asked.
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About half of my 30-minute commute to/from work is on the freeway, four lanes each way. Chicago suburbs. I'm hanging in the far right lane because my exit is coming up, and in my rear-view mirror I see someone coming up behind me, fast. Big black SUV. If he wants to pass me, there are three lanes to my left, so no, I'm not moving and I'm not going to speed up just for him. He tailgates me all the way to the exit and onto the exit ramp. The ramp splits into two lanes, then eventually four (two turning left, two turning right, because it's a pretty main road) and once onto the exit ramp I stay to the left side because I'm turning left up ahead at the light.
Mr. Impatient passes me on the right on the exit ramp, then cuts back around in front of me. Whatever, dude. When the two lanes split into four, he goes far left, and I go near left (the wide turn) because once we get around this corner I'm turning right at the next light. For all his jockeying, we've arrived at the same red light at the same time. I chuckle.
The light changes, everyone starts moving, turning left or right. Mr. Impatient guns it and cuts across from the inside left to the lane I'm in, again cutting me off, except he's going so fast that there's really no danger of him hitting me. I'm just amused that he's putting so much effort into this. We arrive at the next red light at about the same time, again, though he's in front of me now.
You can turn right on a red light in my state, and he's off as soon as it's clear. I turn as well, and see him already like a quarter-mile down the road ahead of me. Later, dude. Down this road, around a few curves, is my workplace.
I pull into the parking lot, starting weaving up and down lanes looking for a spot. Somehow, Mr. Impatient is right ahead of me. Same black SUV, same stupid stickers in the rear window. Great. Well, I have plenty of idiot coworkers, he's just another. But why is he just sitting there? No idea. He eventually continues onward, and a few seconds later one of the parked cars about 30 feet ahead of me lights up. Brake lights followed by reverse lights. My guess is that Mr. Impatient saw someone get in and was waiting for that spot, but they were taking too long, so he went on. But the other car pulls out and I pull in. I grab my stuff and start heading toward the doors. As I'm walking to the building, Mr. Impatient passes me, still weaving, still looking for a spot. I laugh, out loud. After all that, him tailgating me and cutting me off twice, I've gotten a better parking spot and will get to work before him.
Mundane But True!
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About half of my 30-minute commute to/from work is on the freeway, four lanes each way. Chicago suburbs. I'm hanging in the far right lane because my exit is coming up, and in my rear-view mirror I see someone coming up behind me, fast. Big black SUV. If he wants to pass me, there are three lanes to my left, so no, I'm not moving and I'm not going to speed up just for him. He tailgates me all the way to the exit and onto the exit ramp. The ramp splits into two lanes, then eventually four (two turning left, two turning right, because it's a pretty main road) and once onto the exit ramp I stay to the left side because I'm turning left up ahead at the light.
Mr. Impatient passes me on the right on the exit ramp, then cuts back around in front of me. Whatever, dude. When the two lanes split into four, he goes far left, and I go near left (the wide turn) because once we get around this corner I'm turning right at the next light. For all his jockeying, we've arrived at the same red light at the same time. I chuckle.
The light changes, everyone starts moving, turning left or right. Mr. Impatient guns it and cuts across from the inside left to the lane I'm in, again cutting me off, except he's going so fast that there's really no danger of him hitting me. I'm just amused that he's putting so much effort into this. We arrive at the next red light at about the same time, again, though he's in front of me now.
You can turn right on a red light in my state, and he's off as soon as it's clear. I turn as well, and see him already like a quarter-mile down the road ahead of me. Later, dude. Down this road, around a few curves, is my workplace.
I pull into the parking lot, starting weaving up and down lanes looking for a spot. Somehow, Mr. Impatient is right ahead of me. Same black SUV, same stupid stickers in the rear window. Great. Well, I have plenty of idiot coworkers, he's just another. But why is he just sitting there? No idea. He eventually continues onward, and a few seconds later one of the parked cars about 30 feet ahead of me lights up. Brake lights followed by reverse lights. My guess is that Mr. Impatient saw someone get in and was waiting for that spot, but they were taking too long, so he went on. But the other car pulls out and I pull in. I grab my stuff and start heading toward the doors. Mr. Impatient passes me, still weaving, still looking for a spot. I laugh, out loud. After all that, him tailgating me and cutting me off twice, I've gotten a better parking spot and will get to work before him.
Mundane But True!
it's a miracle you weren't killed. people that drive like that should lose their licenses
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it's a miracle you weren't killed. people that drive like that should lose their licenses
Thousands of cars, not enough cops. There are accidents sometimes, sure, but even asshole drivers don't actually want to get into an accident, so they push the limits but are generally more of an annoyance than anything else. I just laugh at them.
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About half of my 30-minute commute to/from work is on the freeway, four lanes each way. Chicago suburbs. I'm hanging in the far right lane because my exit is coming up, and in my rear-view mirror I see someone coming up behind me, fast. Big black SUV. If he wants to pass me, there are three lanes to my left, so no, I'm not moving and I'm not going to speed up just for him. He tailgates me all the way to the exit and onto the exit ramp. The ramp splits into two lanes, then eventually four (two turning left, two turning right, because it's a pretty main road) and once onto the exit ramp I stay to the left side because I'm turning left up ahead at the light.
Mr. Impatient passes me on the right on the exit ramp, then cuts back around in front of me. Whatever, dude. When the two lanes split into four, he goes far left, and I go near left (the wide turn) because once we get around this corner I'm turning right at the next light. For all his jockeying, we've arrived at the same red light at the same time. I chuckle.
The light changes, everyone starts moving, turning left or right. Mr. Impatient guns it and cuts across from the inside left to the lane I'm in, again cutting me off, except he's going so fast that there's really no danger of him hitting me. I'm just amused that he's putting so much effort into this. We arrive at the next red light at about the same time, again, though he's in front of me now.
You can turn right on a red light in my state, and he's off as soon as it's clear. I turn as well, and see him already like a quarter-mile down the road ahead of me. Later, dude. Down this road, around a few curves, is my workplace.
I pull into the parking lot, starting weaving up and down lanes looking for a spot. Somehow, Mr. Impatient is right ahead of me. Same black SUV, same stupid stickers in the rear window. Great. Well, I have plenty of idiot coworkers, he's just another. But why is he just sitting there? No idea. He eventually continues onward, and a few seconds later one of the parked cars about 30 feet ahead of me lights up. Brake lights followed by reverse lights. My guess is that Mr. Impatient saw someone get in and was waiting for that spot, but they were taking too long, so he went on. But the other car pulls out and I pull in. I grab my stuff and start heading toward the doors. As I'm walking to the building, Mr. Impatient passes me, still weaving, still looking for a spot. I laugh, out loud. After all that, him tailgating me and cutting me off twice, I've gotten a better parking spot and will get to work before him.
Mundane But True!
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I have been trying to sell my car for a few weeks on Marketplace, which has been a pain. Low ball offers, no shows, etc. A dealer reached out and way they could probably give me my asking price pending an inspection and test drive. I happened to be attending a conference a few miles from them, so I said I'd stop by. They of course offer less, and we haggle back and forth a bit and we settle a couple hundred bucks above the lowest price I was willing to sell it for. He had warned me that their accounting guy was going to be gone for the day, so they wouldn't be able to cut a check right then. I can either come back in the morning and do the exchange or they can mail it to me. I'm wary of scams, so I'm a little reluctant to leave my vehicle without payment in hand, but decide to do it. The place is normally way out of my way. The dealer is one of the largest in the area (this exchange was at their corporate office, not at an actual dealer), the guy has the shirt, nametag, and paperwork from the dealer, but I never leave the lobby of the building. His personal Facebook says he works for the dealer. There are cars in the parking lot labeled with the Dealer's name. I decide that if it is a scam, it's a very elaborate one, so I'm pretty confident everything is legit. So now I'm patiently awaiting the check to show up hopefully today, maybe tomorrow.
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Selling a car always scares the hell out of me. I tend to trade in my current car when I get a new one; it's a lot less hassle. Yeah, I know I'm not getting what it's worth, but at least I know I'm getting ripped off and am walking into it willingly. I tell myself that it's mostly worth it to avoid the hassle of selling it outright to someone and dealing with all that.
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Selling a car always scares the hell out of me. I tend to trade in my current car when I get a new one; it's a lot less hassle. Yeah, I know I'm not getting what it's worth, but at least I know I'm getting ripped off and am walking into it willingly. I tell myself that it's mostly worth it to avoid the hassle of selling it outright to someone and dealing with all that.
something to be said about being in control of your own destiny to be ripped off :rollin
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Selling a car always scares the hell out of me.
I hate everything about buying and selling cars. If cars lasted forever, I'd still be driving a 1991 Isuzu Rodeo.
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Selling a car always scares the hell out of me.
I hate everything about buying and selling cars. If cars lasted forever, I'd still be driving a 1991 Isuzu Rodeo.
Same. I always feel ripped off in both buys a car and selling mine. Just a pain all around.
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Selling a car always scares the hell out of me.
I bought my car just a little over 2 years ago (Summer of 2021), and since the fall of 2021, at least every other month the dealership have been sending me promo to sell them my car back. Just yesterday I received their latest attempt, an email print out of supposedly the dealership general manager (it was his real name, I just question how real the email was) emailing one of the sales rep expressing how buying my car (specifically my car, since my name, and car model/year were included in the email) was top priority and to make sure the sales rep informed me that they will pay top dollar for my car. The best part was that there was a hand written post-it note telling me to call them.
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For one of my cars, a few cars ago I guess, the dealership did that same thing. I'd bought the car from them, and they kept wanting to buy it back from me. Why? What the fuck would be the reason why the car I bought is suddenly such a priority for them to have back? I was tempted to try and work out a deal where I end up with more than I'd paid in the first place, to make it worth my time, but (a) I figured the odds were pretty low that that would happen and (b) I'd still have to buy a new car after that, and have to go through it all again. So I just ignored them.
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So today I'm in the middle of a super important video conference call with my boss and a very (very) important client. We're talking serious business stuff, and I'm trying to look all professional on camera.
Well, as luck would have it, my cat decides it's the perfect time to make his grand entrance. He jumps up onto my desk, sniffs the camera, and gives everyone a close-up of his curious cat nose followed by his rear end. My boss looked mortified and the client starts laughing. I think everyone knows stuff like this happens so it was no big deal but it definitely raised my heart rate for a minute there. Meeting went fine otherwise and I gave the cat some snacks afterwards because why not.
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So today I'm in the middle of a super important video conference call with my boss and a very (very) important client. We're talking serious business stuff, and I'm trying to look all professional on camera.
Well, as luck would have it, my cat decides it's the perfect time to make his grand entrance. He jumps up onto my desk, sniffs the camera, and gives everyone a close-up of his curious cat nose followed by his rear end. My boss looked mortified and the client starts laughing. I think everyone knows stuff like this happens so it was no big deal but it definitely raised my heart rate for a minute there. Meeting went fine otherwise and I gave the cat some snacks afterwards because why not.
Good thing you don't work for me.
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Tim's first question in an interview looking for a new staff member:
Tim: Okay let's get started. First question, do you have a cat as a pet?
Candidate:.......Umm.....huh......yeah I have 2.
Tim: Thanks for coming in, we will let you know.
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Well, I mean, if they brought the cat to an interview, that'd be it. ;D
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True though, PMSummer is very lucky the client saw the bright side of that one.could have been a massive blunder. Probably should have put the cat outside or locked in another room.
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So today I'm in the middle of a super important video conference call with my boss and a very (very) important client. We're talking serious business stuff, and I'm trying to look all professional on camera.
Well, as luck would have it, my cat decides it's the perfect time to make his grand entrance. He jumps up onto my desk, sniffs the camera, and gives everyone a close-up of his curious cat nose followed by his rear end. My boss looked mortified and the client starts laughing. I think everyone knows stuff like this happens so it was no big deal but it definitely raised my heart rate for a minute there. Meeting went fine otherwise and I gave the cat some snacks afterwards because why not.
Good thing you don't work for me.
I gather you've never worked from home. This is really just part of the territory.
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So today I'm in the middle of a super important video conference call with my boss and a very (very) important client. We're talking serious business stuff, and I'm trying to look all professional on camera.
Well, as luck would have it, my cat decides it's the perfect time to make his grand entrance. He jumps up onto my desk, sniffs the camera, and gives everyone a close-up of his curious cat nose followed by his rear end. My boss looked mortified and the client starts laughing. I think everyone knows stuff like this happens so it was no big deal but it definitely raised my heart rate for a minute there. Meeting went fine otherwise and I gave the cat some snacks afterwards because why not.
Good thing you don't work for me.
I gather you've never worked from home. This is really just part of the territory.
This isn't against PMS, just more of a general comment, but I would still expect a certain amount of professionalism. A business meeting is a business meeting.
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For those that think it's an issue, have you worked from home since/because of COVID? This sort of stuff happens.
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This isn't against PMS, just more of a general comment, but I would still expect a certain amount of professionalism. A business meeting is a business meeting.
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This isn't against PMS, just more of a general comment, but I would still expect a certain amount of professionalism. A business meeting is a business meeting.
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How?
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after dinner last, i did some chores - laundry and cleaning up the kitchen. then, i relaxed on the couch and watched an episode of a crime drama series on tv. it was a pretty average day, nothing too exciting, but sometimes that's just how it goes....
...or so i thought. when i stood up from the couch i realized i had been sitting on a furball my cat lovingly coughed up on the couch and i didn't see :tdwn
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This isn't against PMS, just more of a general comment, but I would still expect a certain amount of professionalism. A business meeting is a business meeting.
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How?
All of us who work from home realize this is the kind of thing that can happen. It comes with the territory. I mean, it isn't EXPECTED, but if that kind of thing occurs, it is normally no big deal.
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honestly stray pets or kids in frame is like the least obstructive thing that happens during a call in a WFH situation. for me the biggest nuisance is the person who isn't muted on the 20+ person call and the entire meeting you just hear background noise, sniffs/coughs etc
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All of us who work from home realize this is the kind of thing that can happen. It comes with the territory. I mean, it isn't EXPECTED, but if that kind of thing occurs, it is normally no big deal.
Yeah, perhaps. I mean, it'd be one thing if two team members are having an informal collaboration on zoom. To me, there should be a certain degree of professionalism and respect to certain meetings.
Working from home, to me, is a privilege. And anyone acting unprofessional, including having their cat shaking their ass at a camera would find themselves in a cubicle the next day.
And maybe I'm just venting on how work standards have dropped across the board. It's like fuck everything.
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All of us who work from home realize this is the kind of thing that can happen. It comes with the territory. I mean, it isn't EXPECTED, but if that kind of thing occurs, it is normally no big deal.
Yeah, perhaps. I mean, it'd be one thing if two team members are having an informal collaboration on zoom. To me, there should be a certain degree of professionalism and respect to certain meetings.
Working from home, to me, is a privilege. And anyone acting unprofessional, including having their cat shaking their ass at a camera would find themselves in a cubicle the next day.
And maybe I'm just venting on how work standards have dropped across the board. It's like fuck everything.
This is what I was going to post. I just feel saying that cats and kids running around in the background is just part of territory feels it's a drop in standards and let's that casual line of thinking in more. The drop in standards certainly across the board is real.
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To me, there should be a certain degree of professionalism and respect to certain meetings.
Working from home, to me, is a privilege. And anyone acting unprofessional, including having their cat shaking their ass at a camera would find themselves in a cubicle the next day.
And maybe I'm just venting on how work standards have dropped across the board. It's like fuck everything.
I just feel saying that cats and kids running around in the background is just part of territory feels it's a drop in standards and let's that casual line of thinking in more. The drop in standards certainly across the board is real.
Do either of you complaining about this actually work from home?
Do you work in offices?
There hasn't been any drop in professionalism that I've seen. But working from home is different than working in an office. It's less of a controlled environment. That's all anyone is saying. None of this stuff happens regularly, or often, or even 5% of the time. But it CAN happen.
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Do either of you complaining about this actually work from home?
Do you work in offices?
There hasn't been any drop in professionalism that I've seen. But working from home is different than working in an office. It's less of a controlled environment. That's all anyone is saying. None of this stuff happens regularly, or often, or even 5% of the time. But it CAN happen.
Neither. I work in a retail environment.
And I'll take your word on everything else.
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All of us who work from home realize this is the kind of thing that can happen. It comes with the territory. I mean, it isn't EXPECTED, but if that kind of thing occurs, it is normally no big deal.
Yeah, perhaps. I mean, it'd be one thing if two team members are having an informal collaboration on zoom. To me, there should be a certain degree of professionalism and respect to certain meetings.
Working from home, to me, is a privilege. And anyone acting unprofessional, including having their cat shaking their ass at a camera would find themselves in a cubicle the next day.
And maybe I'm just venting on how work standards have dropped across the board. It's like fuck everything.
A cat being on camera has 0 correlation with how well I do my job. It's clear you are in a completely different environment or of a more traditional mindset but if my boss acted like you are saying you would - I would've switched jobs way before he could fire me for some nonsense.
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All of us who work from home realize this is the kind of thing that can happen. It comes with the territory. I mean, it isn't EXPECTED, but if that kind of thing occurs, it is normally no big deal.
Yeah, perhaps. I mean, it'd be one thing if two team members are having an informal collaboration on zoom. To me, there should be a certain degree of professionalism and respect to certain meetings.
Working from home, to me, is a privilege. And anyone acting unprofessional, including having their cat shaking their ass at a camera would find themselves in a cubicle the next day.
And maybe I'm just venting on how work standards have dropped across the board. It's like fuck everything.
A cat being on camera has 0 correlation with how well I do my job. It's clear you are in a completely different environment or of a more traditional mindset but if my boss acted like you are saying you would - I would've switched jobs way before he could fire me for some nonsense.
No offence but this kinda backs up mine and Tim's point.
We're not trying to have a go at you and yes it has zero correlation on how well you perform your job and we are probably being a little over board but it's just those little things I guess.
I mean you said yourself though that your boss look mortified.
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To me, there should be a certain degree of professionalism and respect to certain meetings.
Working from home, to me, is a privilege. And anyone acting unprofessional, including having their cat shaking their ass at a camera would find themselves in a cubicle the next day.
And maybe I'm just venting on how work standards have dropped across the board. It's like fuck everything.
I just feel saying that cats and kids running around in the background is just part of territory feels it's a drop in standards and let's that casual line of thinking in more. The drop in standards certainly across the board is real.
Do either of you complaining about this actually work from home?
Do you work in offices?
There hasn't been any drop in professionalism that I've seen. But working from home is different than working in an office. It's less of a controlled environment. That's all anyone is saying. None of this stuff happens regularly, or often, or even 5% of the time. But it CAN happen.
I'm kinda on the ground but also in an office type situations at times. I've done a couple of meetings from home. Not that I have animals but I lock myself in my room regardless.
As Tim said, I'll take your word too and fair enough.
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I've got a coworker who just can't seem to keep her 2 year old daughter out of meetings when she's remote.
It was cute/funny for awhile, but it's gotten really old. It's like she purposefully wants her daughters interferences to make her thr center of attention, and I dont think she realizes what a bad look it is.
I'd find the occasional cat appearance funny as well, though!
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A cat being on camera has 0 correlation with how well I do my job.
Who said it did?
A guy showing up at work with his ass hanging our of his pants doesn't mean he can't be the greatest whatever the hell he does either. But there's professional and then there's not.
I'm fine with Hef saying it's no big deal. No problem.
It's clear you are in a completely different environment or of a more traditional mindset but if my boss acted like you are saying you would - I would've switched jobs way before he could fire me for some nonsense.
Most people don't get fired for nonsense. And nobody said it was a fireable offence. But if I was a manager, and a worker's cat came and shook its ass in a client's face, you can damn well expect it to be addressed.
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100% Tim.
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OK lol
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no wonder no one wants to work anymore :lol
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no wonder no one wants to work anymore :lol
Because of Tim?.......yeah, fair enough I guess.
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Serious question. You guys that work from home and have meetings via zoom or teams or whatever. Do you dress similar to going into the office, or is it a decent shirt and boxers and socks under the table?
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Serious question. You guys that work from home and have meetings via zoom or teams or whatever. Do you dress similar to going into the office, or is it a decent shirt and boxers and socks under the table?
It depends on the day. What kind of meetings I have scheduled, who they are with, etc.
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Serious question. You guys that work from home and have meetings via zoom or teams or whatever. Do you dress similar to going into the office, or is it a decent shirt and boxers and socks under the table?
It depends on the day. What kind of meetings I have scheduled, who they are with, etc.
Yeah, this. If I'm meeting with someone for the first time, I'll put on a collared shirt. If I'm with people I know well enough, I'll just grab any shirt out of my closet - usually band shirts.
For those that work in non-traditional offices (ie, Tim/Kade in this discussion), I'll just make 2 comments (and no disrespect intended here) - classifying WFH as a "privilege" is a bit of a signal that you don't understand it - and that's ok... you're professions don't avail you the opportunity to WFH much (if at all). For 'information' workers, WFH has immense benefits to both employee, and employer. And second, WFH and working in an office *is* different. There is a level of understanding that shit happens with people working from home - doorbells, kids, pets, whatever - that doesn't happen in an office setting. That doesn't mean that it represents a level of unprofessionalism. Now, Skeever's post about a person who almost always has a toddler making interruptions is a bit much - and NOT the norm.
And it isn't just something that's happened since COVID/pandemic - I've been working from home since 2011, and some of these issues existed since then. The pervasiveness of video calling since the technology became more commonplace over the past 3-4 years amplifies these things a bit, but by-and-large, it's not a reflection of a lack of professionalism.
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@Tim
When I put up the yoda gif, I was implying that the notion of "if it's not the way it's always been, it's wrong", is a failing philosophy in today's (or probably any other day's) business environment. Every industry has its norms, and most have been evolving rapidly even prior to Covid's arrival. Chad's post above explains why blanket statements about "professionalism" aren't universal, and in some industries destructive to your success.
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Not that I was against legalization, but I've noticed a huge drop in the quality of professionalism at retailers since that move was made. I went to a GameStop the other day, and the guy behind the counter was in outer space. He was really nice and friendly too, by the way, so I'm not complaining. But it's just something I noticed more and more. In this case, the guy could not find a game I wanted because he was looking in the totally wrong cabinet. I told him which cabinet the game would be in despite the fact that I don't even work there and have never been in those cabinets. I guess it's much easier to go to work high and not be noticed then it ever was with drinking.
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To me, there should be a certain degree of professionalism and respect to certain meetings.
Working from home, to me, is a privilege. And anyone acting unprofessional, including having their cat shaking their ass at a camera would find themselves in a cubicle the next day.
And maybe I'm just venting on how work standards have dropped across the board. It's like fuck everything.
I just feel saying that cats and kids running around in the background is just part of territory feels it's a drop in standards and let's that casual line of thinking in more. The drop in standards certainly across the board is real.
Do either of you complaining about this actually work from home?
Do you work in offices?
There hasn't been any drop in professionalism that I've seen. But working from home is different than working in an office. It's less of a controlled environment. That's all anyone is saying. None of this stuff happens regularly, or often, or even 5% of the time. But it CAN happen.
I work from home, and have since WELL before COVID. Certainly since 2012 or so. It's like anything else: context matters. If I'm on with my boss, or her boss, whatever, I have a collared shirt on, the door is closed and the animals/grandkids are in another room, supervised. You take the chance that someone else isn't going to judge you. I'm not willing to. Like someone said, working from home is a PRIVILEGE - and it is, as long as there's a possibility the company can say "you're expected to be at a company facility" - and I'm not going to take that chance. It's the same as being in a conference room; you going to walk in with board shorts on and egg on your shirt? Or bring your dog with you into that meeting?
PMSummer - rightfully - said that a cat has no bearing on how he does his job. But, we all know that "how you do your job" often isn't the only criteria. I work with people who DON'T work from home and the last thing I want is someone complaining because "I have to come into work and Stadler's dog is taking a dump behind the camera". We were on a Zoom mediation back a couple years ago, and one of my team went to the bathroom and forgot his mike was on, and you could hear him urinating. There are people in the company that STILL reference that. I'm just not willing to be the guy known for pissing on an open mike during a mediation session.
You do you. ALWAYS, you do you. Never going to tell anyone to do otherwise. It's your call, it's your consequences. But when it comes down to two people, of equal capabilities, and they have to decide on "one", you never do know what the criteria will ultimately be. No, maybe none of this ultimately matters; but I'm not willing at this stage of my career to find out.
(And there's another thing: it's not just "archaic standards of professionalism"; it's also respect for others too. Their time is valuable, or at least I treat it that way. I will shoot the shit if it's appropriate, or to form a relationship (I'm in a small industry; I consider that I have friends in other companies at this point).)
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Serious question. You guys that work from home and have meetings via zoom or teams or whatever. Do you dress similar to going into the office, or is it a decent shirt and boxers and socks under the table?
Collared shirt and whatever down below. Never just underwear (or, worse, naked), in case I have to stand up quick, but almost always shorts or sweats. I keep two shirts on hand in my office in case I need a collar. Boss, boss's boss, anyone more senior than me, and customers ALWAYS get a collar. ALWAYS. The collar may be under a pullover if it's cold.
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@Tim
When I put up the yoda gif, I was implying that the notion of "if it's not the way it's always been, it's wrong", is a failing philosophy in today's (or probably any other day's) business environment. Every industry has its norms, and most have been evolving rapidly even prior to Covid's arrival. Chad's post above explains why blanket statements about "professionalism" aren't universal, and in some industries destructive to your success.
I don't have an issue with WFH people. I mean, I do have a rant on it ;D, but it's not really about actually working from home. I'm also not looking at it as "it's always been a certain way" and if you ask me, industry norms are devolving rapidly.
I'm not in any way insinuating that WFH folks are unprofessional in general either. My stepson and brother both work from home, and I know they're professional. I was just talking about the cat shaking its ass at a client as unprofessional, and I stand by it. Vehemently. I know shit happens, and I get that, but if I'm the boss, it better be a one-off.
For those that work in non-traditional offices (ie, Tim/Kade in this discussion), I'll just make 2 comments (and no disrespect intended here) - classifying WFH as a "privilege" is a bit of a signal that you don't understand it - and that's ok... you're professions don't avail you the opportunity to WFH much (if at all). For 'information' workers, WFH has immense benefits to both employee, and employer. And second, WFH and working in an office *is* different. There is a level of understanding that shit happens with people working from home - doorbells, kids, pets, whatever - that doesn't happen in an office setting. That doesn't mean that it represents a level of unprofessionalism. Now, Skeever's post about a person who almost always has a toddler making interruptions is a bit much - and NOT the norm.
How is working from home NOT a privilege? You can save on child care, your spouse can work, no traffic, no travel time, no wear and tear on your car. I mean, I don't see it as anything but. And I'm not mad or jealous, but jeez.
And what are the immense benefits for the employer? Saving money on office space..but what else? What am I missing?
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I think Bill articulated things pretty well above.
Again, agree with Tim in we are not judging the WFH or saying it has any correlation to how you do your job. Chad saying it's not a privilege, I can't agree with. I dont know about over there, but the other benefit of a WFH situation here is that you can claim the use of your PC, internet and electricity from your income tax.
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Serious question. You guys that work from home and have meetings via zoom or teams or whatever. Do you dress similar to going into the office, or is it a decent shirt and boxers and socks under the table?
Collared shirt and whatever down below. Never just underwear (or, worse, naked), in case I have to stand up quick, but almost always shorts or sweats. I keep two shirts on hand in my office in case I need a collar. Boss, boss's boss, anyone more senior than me, and customers ALWAYS get a collar. ALWAYS. The collar may be under a pullover if it's cold.
Yep, figured and makes sense.
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Not going to quote that whole post but want to call out 'you can save on child care and your spouse can work' because unless you're an absent parent there's no way you can work a full time job and take care of a kid regardless of where your job is located. One of the two will suffer, probably both.
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@Tim
When I put up the yoda gif, I was implying that the notion of "if it's not the way it's always been, it's wrong", is a failing philosophy in today's (or probably any other day's) business environment. Every industry has its norms, and most have been evolving rapidly even prior to Covid's arrival. Chad's post above explains why blanket statements about "professionalism" aren't universal, and in some industries destructive to your success.
I don't have an issue with WFH people. I mean, I do have a rant on it ;D, but it's not really about actually working from home. I'm also not looking at it as "it's always been a certain way" and if you ask me, industry norms are devolving rapidly.
I'm not in any way insinuating that WFH folks are unprofessional in general either. My stepson and brother both work from home, and I know they're professional. I was just talking about the cat shaking its ass at a client as unprofessional, and I stand by it. Vehemently. I know shit happens, and I get that, but if I'm the boss, it better be a one-off.
For those that work in non-traditional offices (ie, Tim/Kade in this discussion), I'll just make 2 comments (and no disrespect intended here) - classifying WFH as a "privilege" is a bit of a signal that you don't understand it - and that's ok... you're professions don't avail you the opportunity to WFH much (if at all). For 'information' workers, WFH has immense benefits to both employee, and employer. And second, WFH and working in an office *is* different. There is a level of understanding that shit happens with people working from home - doorbells, kids, pets, whatever - that doesn't happen in an office setting. That doesn't mean that it represents a level of unprofessionalism. Now, Skeever's post about a person who almost always has a toddler making interruptions is a bit much - and NOT the norm.
How is working from home NOT a privilege? You can save on child care, your spouse can work, no traffic, no travel time, no wear and tear on your car. I mean, I don't see it as anything but. And I'm not mad or jealous, but jeez.
And what are the immense benefits for the employer? Saving money on office space..but what else? What am I missing?
People who are working from home with young kids are compromising somewhere. There is nothing you could tell me to convince me that that is not true.
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Depends on the job. In general, I agree that you can't devote your attention to your job properly if you also have one or more kids in the house that you're responsible for. At least part of your brain has to be with the kid(s). But if it's a salaried job, who cares? I don't get paid by the hour, and no one checks to see when I log in or out. As long as my work gets done, it doesn't matter if I'm at home, in the office, or at the beach with my kids. And if I end up working over, I do, but my job gets done, so who cares if I'm in charge of the kids today?
All things change. When I was growing up, my dad always wore a suit and tie to the office, every day. When I started my first programming job, it was "business casual" which in the 90's meant "no jeans and a button-down shirt". But my mentor showed me a photo from maybe five years prior; they were all wearing ties and collared shirts, so it wasn't that long ago. In the 2000's, "business casual" finally gave way to allowing jeans in the workplace, as long as they're clean, no rips or holes, etc. It seems that someone finally figured out that people who are comfortable are often more productive, not less.
Today, I work two days out of five from home, and I usually don't change out of my sweats and T-shirt (basically what I sleep in). If I have a meeting, it's remote and without camera. Video takes a lot more bandwidth than audio, so the norm at my company is audio only. Profile pics for most people, and many don't even have that, just their initials.
What I'm saying is: Who gives a fuck if you have a cat jump up on the desk during a call?
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I think that's our point though. Times do change but things over time get more and more casual and standards at times are affected. So where does it end?
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All things change. When I was growing up, my dad always wore a suit and tie to the office, every day. When I started my first programming job, it was "business casual" which in the 90's meant "no jeans and a button-down shirt". But my mentor showed me a photo from maybe five years prior; they were all wearing ties and collared shirts, so it wasn't that long ago. In the 2000's, "business casual" finally gave way to allowing jeans in the workplace, as long as they're clean, no rips or holes, etc. It seems that someone finally figured out that people who are comfortable are often more productive, not less.
That last part is an assumption. If you're more productive because you're wearing sweatpants, then there's something wrong with you.
But your history of the work attire just drives home my point in that we're basically getting to the fuck everything times. Let's just let everything go. People show up to work with air buds in while they're dealing with customers. Asses hanging out of their pants. Dress code?? What dress code?
The WFH people are fucking defensive for God's sake. Christ, they're as bad as the whiney pot crowd.
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i'm definitely more productive in sweats because i HATE khakis/jeans... i wish i could just wear a skirt but the boomers are holding us back
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All things change. When I was growing up, my dad always wore a suit and tie to the office, every day. When I started my first programming job, it was "business casual" which in the 90's meant "no jeans and a button-down shirt". But my mentor showed me a photo from maybe five years prior; they were all wearing ties and collared shirts, so it wasn't that long ago. In the 2000's, "business casual" finally gave way to allowing jeans in the workplace, as long as they're clean, no rips or holes, etc. It seems that someone finally figured out that people who are comfortable are often more productive, not less.
That last part is an assumption. If you're more productive because you're wearing sweatpants, then there's something wrong with you.
But your history of the work attire just drives home my point in that we're basically getting to the fuck everything times. Let's just let everything go. People show up to work with air buds in while they're dealing with customers. Asses hanging out of their pants. Dress code?? What dress code?
The WFH people are fucking defensive for God's sake. Christ, they're as bad as the whiney pot crowd.
I honestly have no idea where you're coming from. Why would I be a better programmer because I'm wearing a tie, or slacks, versus jeans or sweats? What in the hell does what I'm wearing have to do with my ability to get the job done?
Because I prefer to be comfortable while I work as opposed to uncomfortable, there's something wrong with me? What the fuck?
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I think that's our point though. Times do change but things over time get more and more casual and TAC and Wolfking's standards for other people at times are affected. So where does it end?
Fixed it for you
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All things change. When I was growing up, my dad always wore a suit and tie to the office, every day. When I started my first programming job, it was "business casual" which in the 90's meant "no jeans and a button-down shirt". But my mentor showed me a photo from maybe five years prior; they were all wearing ties and collared shirts, so it wasn't that long ago. In the 2000's, "business casual" finally gave way to allowing jeans in the workplace, as long as they're clean, no rips or holes, etc. It seems that someone finally figured out that people who are comfortable are often more productive, not less.
That last part is an assumption. If you're more productive because you're wearing sweatpants, then there's something wrong with you.
But your history of the work attire just drives home my point in that we're basically getting to the fuck everything times. Let's just let everything go. People show up to work with air buds in while they're dealing with customers. Asses hanging out of their pants. Dress code?? What dress code?
The WFH people are fucking defensive for God's sake. Christ, they're as bad as the whiney pot crowd.
I honestly have no idea where you're coming from. Why would I be a better programmer because I'm wearing a tie, or slacks, versus jeans or sweats? What in the hell does what I'm wearing have to do with my ability to get the job done?
Because I prefer to be comfortable as opposed to uncomfortable, there's something wrong with me? What the fuck?
Geez, I never said you would be better and what you're wearing has nothing to do with it. You're the one that made the declaration regarding comfort and productivity, not me. Whatever.
I stated ONE thing (the cat shaking its ass) was unprofessional and the WFH crowd gets all up in arms.
I never not once called the WFH crowd unprofessional or unproductive. Yet everyone is all defensive.
I have, however, extrapolated that business settings in general have degraded their standards, but again, that's not an attack on WFH. I don't give a fuck what you or anyone else wears while working from home. I am saying that in certain instances, like the ones Stadler outlined, call for a certain professionalism, but again, I never called out the WFH crowd on that anyway, so I don't know what everyone is getting so defensive over.
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I think that's our point though. Times do change but things over time get more and more casual and TAC and Wolfking's standards for other people at times are affected. So where does it end?
Fixed it for you
If you're cool, then I'm cool. Whatever. Me, I see the standards of decency and professionalism crumbling all over.
There's an intersection near my house that I drive through everyday, and the red light running is OUT OF CONTROL. But I guess it's cool. What's the big deal? Nothing to see here.
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I think that's our point though. Times do change but things over time get more and more casual and TAC and Wolfking's standards for other people at times are affected. So where does it end?
Fixed it for you
If you're cool, then I'm cool. Whatever. Me, I see the standards of decency and professionalism crumbling all over.
There's an intersection near my house that I drive through everyday, and the red light running is OUT OF CONTROL. But I guess it's cool. What's the big deal? Nothing to see here.
Not being able to keep negative thoughts to yourself, telling people who didn't ask that they would have a big problem working for you (as if they want to) as a response to sharing a lighthearted in a mundane thread, sure sounds like "decency" to me. The only decent thing to do here is apologize to PMSummer for being such a dorkus about his story.
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I think that's our point though. Times do change but things over time get more and more casual and TAC and Wolfking's standards for other people at times are affected. So where does it end?
Fixed it for you
Fucking seriously dude?!
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I think that's our point though. Times do change but things over time get more and more casual and TAC and Wolfking's standards for other people at times are affected. So where does it end?
Fixed it for you
If you're cool, then I'm cool. Whatever. Me, I see the standards of decency and professionalism crumbling all over.
There's an intersection near my house that I drive through everyday, and the red light running is OUT OF CONTROL. But I guess it's cool. What's the big deal? Nothing to see here.
Not being able to keep negative thoughts to yourself, telling people who didn't ask that they would have a big problem working for you (as if they want to) as a response to sharing a lighthearted in a mundane thread, sure sounds like "decency" to me. The only decent thing to do here is apologize to PMSummer for being such a dorkus about his story.
:lol There was nothing untoward in what either of us said.
Apologise to him for what?! Sharing our opinion??
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Not being able to keep negative thoughts to yourself, telling people who didn't ask that they would have a big problem working for you (as if they want to) as a response to sharing a lighthearted in a mundane thread, sure sounds like "decency" to me. The only decent thing to do here is apologize to PMSummer for being such a dorkus about his story.
It started out as a light hearted comment on my part too, but as you can see, people got quite defensive.
And you must've missed this then..
I'm fine with Hef saying it's no big deal. No problem.
I said that pretty early on.
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"Untoward" is actually a great way to describe the kind of commentary going on here, and if you don't see that I severely question your ability to read social situations.
It's meant to be a lighthearted thread and you all know nothing about PMSummer or anyone else's situations enough to justify springboarding into your thoughts and philosophies about the decline of western civilization. How would you like it if you made a post here, and instead of getting support and camaraderie from the group, you got a bunch of people talking in a meta sense about how people suck these days?
Good grief.
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no wonder no one wants to work anymore :lol
Because of Tim?.......yeah, fair enough I guess.
This was kind of me trying to put it to bed with some light hearted humor.
But,
Serious question. You guys that work from home and have meetings via zoom or teams or whatever. Do you dress similar to going into the office, or is it a decent shirt and boxers and socks under the table?
If this caused it to go on, I apologise, I was actually being genuinely curious and was not looking to judge or bait anyone into more of a shit fight.
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"Untoward" is actually a great way to describe the kind of commentary going on here, and if you don't see that I severely question your ability to read social situations.
It's meant to be a lighthearted thread and you all know nothing about PMSummer or anyone else's situations enough to justify springboarding into your thoughts and philosophies about the decline of western civilization. How would you like it if you made a post here, and instead of getting support and camaraderie from the group, you got a bunch of people talking in a meta sense about how people suck these days?
Good grief.
A bunch of people? Don't you mean Kade and Tim? :lol
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"Untoward" is actually a great way to describe the kind of commentary going on here, and if you don't see that I severely question your ability to read social situations.
It's meant to be a lighthearted thread and you all know nothing about PMSummer or anyone else's situations enough to justify springboarding into your thoughts and philosophies about the decline of western civilization. How would you like it if you made a post here, and instead of getting support and camaraderie from the group, you got a bunch of people talking in a meta sense about how people suck these days?
Good grief.
Happens all the time, but I'm a big boy and I can laugh it off. We're all just shooting the shit here.
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
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I’m not sure I saw the comments from the “wfh crowd” defensive, just offering explanations and perspectives that perhaps the people who don’t have the ability to work from home (because of the nature of their jobs) might not have.
But, I also skimmed thru a bunch of posts, so maybe I missed something.
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I’m not sure I saw the comments from the “wfh crowd” defensive, just offering explanations and perspectives that perhaps the people who don’t have the ability to work from home (because of the nature of their jobs) might not have.
But, I also skimmed thru a bunch of posts, so maybe I missed something.
Not every "WFH-er" disagreed with Tim and Kade.
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I think the last page or so of this thread is a good example of one of the few drawbacks to a forum like this...ten of us sitting at a table, this convo never goes this way.
But, without the aid of tone and other visual cues, it quickly went awry.
Anyway, I got one for you.
Called a garage-door repair place this morning to schedule a tune-up–i.e., lube chain, new wheels, re-calibrate sensors, etc.
They had advertised a good deal, and with the fall coming, I noticed the door has been extra creaky lately.
While on the phone, the lady asked if we were interested in a new opener...she mentions that they have a 'deal' where they will install a new opener for $575. The opener in question sells for $300 everywhere, so the price hardly seems like a deal, but no worries, our opener works just fine.
I politely decline, hang up, and check my phone...
Text from my wife: I think the garage door opener just broke :/
I can't make this stuff up! :rollin
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The WFH people are fucking defensive for God's sake.
working from home has been a game-changer for me. i've been doing it for a while now, and i can't imagine going back to the traditional office grind. there are so many benefits to remote work that have improved my quality of life in ways i never expected. first and foremost, the flexibility is unbeatable. i no longer have to commute, which saves me hours each week. that means more time for myself and my family. i can also set my own hours to some extent, allowing me to work when i'm most productive and take breaks when i need them. this has made a huge difference in my work-life balance. another major perk is the ability to create a personalized work environment. i've set up my home office just the way i like it, with all the tools and comforts i need to be productive. no more uncomfortable office chairs or noisy coworkers to deal with. it's a peaceful and focused space, and it's improved my concentration and overall job satisfaction.
working from home has also saved me a lot of money. i no longer have to spend on gas, public transportation, or work attire. i cook my own meals, so i've cut down on eating out expenses. all these savings add up, and it's been a nice boost to my financial well-being. i've also noticed that i'm healthier since i started working from home. i have more time to exercise regularly, and i'm not exposed to as many germs as i would be in a crowded office. i've even been able to schedule midday walks to clear my mind, which has helped reduce stress. the ability to work from anywhere is another huge plus. i've taken advantage of this by traveling and working remotely. i've been able to visit family and friends without taking time off, and it's opened up new opportunities for exploration.
remote work has improved my overall job satisfaction. i feel trusted by my employer to get the job done, and that trust has motivated me to perform at my best. i have more control over my work, and i've been able to take on projects that align better with my skills and interests. all in all, working from home has been a game-changer for me. the flexibility, savings, improved work environment, and overall well-being make it an option i wouldn't trade for anything. i feel lucky to have found a remote job that fits my lifestyle and goals.
Christ, they're as bad as the whiney pot crowd.
first off, i gotta say that marijuana has a lot of potential medical benefits. there's a growing body of research that suggests it can help with pain management, especially for folks dealing with chronic pain conditions. it's also been shown to help with nausea and vomiting, which can be a real relief for people going through chemotherapy or dealing with other medical issues. another thing i've noticed is that marijuana can really help with anxiety and stress. life can be super hectic these days, and a lot of us are carrying around a ton of stress. i've found that a little bit of marijuana can really help me unwind and relax after a long day. it's also worth mentioning that marijuana can be a safer alternative to alcohol. i've had my fair share of nights where i've had a few too many drinks and regretted it the next day. with marijuana, i don't have to worry about hangovers or making poor decisions when i'm under the influence. on top of all that, there's the social aspect. i've made some great friends through the marijuana community, and it's been a way for me to connect with people who have similar interests. it's not just about getting high; it's about building relationships and enjoying the company of others.
now, i do want to acknowledge that marijuana isn't for everyone, and it's important to use it responsibly. it's not a miracle drug, and like anything else, it can be abused. moderation is key, and it's important to be aware of the legal regulations in your area. i think marijuana has a lot of potential benefits, both medically and socially. it's not a one-size-fits-all solution, but for many people, including myself, it can be a helpful and enjoyable part of life.
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I noticed the door has been extra creaky lately.
While on the phone, the lady asked if we were interested in a new opener...she mentions that they have a 'deal' where they will install a new opener for $575. The opener in question sells for $300 everywhere, so the price hardly seems like a deal, but no worries, our opener works just fine.
I politely decline, hang up, and check my phone...
Text from my wife: I think the garage door opener just broke :/
That extra creakiness was your warning. You ignored it, and must now pay the price!! :xbones
Seriously though, if it sells for $300 and you can get it installed and everything for $575, that's not bad. Usually with hardware of pretty much any kind, the labor and installation costs more than the hardware itself, at least in my experience. I mean, it's at least a two-person job involving measuring, drilling, ladders, someone holding one end while the other end gets secured... and probably a few things I'm not even thinking of.
For me, it's totally worth it to pay someone to install it, plus the work is usually warranted for a year or something.
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I noticed the door has been extra creaky lately.
While on the phone, the lady asked if we were interested in a new opener...she mentions that they have a 'deal' where they will install a new opener for $575. The opener in question sells for $300 everywhere, so the price hardly seems like a deal, but no worries, our opener works just fine.
I politely decline, hang up, and check my phone...
Text from my wife: I think the garage door opener just broke :/
That extra creakiness was your warning. You ignored it, and must now pay the price!! :xbones
Seriously though, if it sells for $300 and you can get it installed and everything for $575, that's not bad. Usually with hardware of pretty much any kind, the labor and installation costs more than the hardware itself, at least in my experience. I mean, it's at least a two-person job involving measuring, drilling, ladders, someone holding one end while the other end gets secured... and probably a few things I'm not even thinking of.
For me, it's totally worth it to pay someone to install it, plus the work is usually warranted for a year or something.
Yeah, you are absolutely correct there.
After chatting with my wife and doing some mental math, I totally called back and said, "uh, on second thought..."
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
You've been at the forum for 6 weeks. On what basis are you forming this opinion?
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
You've been at the forum for 6 weeks. On what basis are you forming this opinion?
my six weeks on the forum. is there something else i should base it on?
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
You've been at the forum for 6 weeks. On what basis are you forming this opinion?
my six weeks on the forum. is there something else i should base it on?
I guess not. For a community that's been in existence for 20+ years in one way or another, 6 weeks is a pretty small sample size IMO.
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
You've been at the forum for 6 weeks. On what basis are you forming this opinion?
my six weeks on the forum. is there something else i should base it on?
I guess not. For a community that's been in existence for 20+ years in one way or another, 6 weeks is a pretty small sample size IMO.
fair enough. it's definitely been a rocky journey so far! i would say the majority of the threads have been very positive but the few bad apples are threatening to spoil the bunch
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
Ok, now this is something I can't let slide. Listen pal, Tim and I have been members of this community for 14-16 years each.........we are two of the nicest guys and have many friends on here and we are two people that have been cogs in making this community what it is and I'm sure others would back that up. You've been here six weeks. If you feel other threads aren't being as inclusive and welcoming, perhaps don't always just point your finger and blame other people.
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so, i'm driving along, sipping on my coffee, when i notice this car in front of me. it was an old, beat-up sedan, you know, the kind that's been through a lot. anyway, i'm not thinking much of it, just minding my own business, when suddenly, the car's brake lights start flashing like crazy. i quickly hit the brakes, almost spilling my coffee, and come to a stop just in time to avoid rear-ending this car. i'm sitting there, a little shaken up, trying to figure out what's going on. the driver of the sedan steps out, and i can see it's an older guy, maybe in his 60s. he comes over to my window, and i roll it down, and he says, "hey, sorry about that, but i just wanted to let you know that your gas cap is open." i'm like, "what?" and he points to the back of my car, and sure enough, the gas cap is flapping in the wind. i thank him for letting me know and start to get out of my car to close it, but he insists on doing it for me. he walks over, takes the cap, screws it back on, and says, "there you go, all set." i thank him again, and he just smiles, gets back in his beat-up sedan, and drives off like nothing happened.
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
Ok, now this is something I can't let slide. Listen pal, Tim and I have been members of this community for 14-16 years each.........we are two of the nicest guys and have many friends on here and we are two people that have been cogs in making this community what it is and I'm sure others would back that up. You've been here six weeks. If you feel other threads aren't being as inclusive and welcoming, perhaps don't always just point your finger and blame other people.
*backs this up*
You're also two of the crotchety-est fuckers here too. :lol. I can say that cuz we're besties.
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i wasn't gonna respond but i would like to mention that i wasn't referring (only) to the two people mentioned in that post. i'm not gonna list out names but there were several accounts on the other side of the argument whos posts i didn't enjoy either. i do find it interesting that people take a statement and make it all about them though, anyway, i posted my mundane story, let's get back on topic folks!!
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
Ok, now this is something I can't let slide. Listen pal, Tim and I have been members of this community for 14-16 years each.........we are two of the nicest guys and have many friends on here and we are two people that have been cogs in making this community what it is and I'm sure others would back that up. You've been here six weeks. If you feel other threads aren't being as inclusive and welcoming, perhaps don't always just point your finger and blame other people.
*backs this up*
You're also two of the crotchety-est fuckers here too. :lol. I can say that cuz we're besties.
Yes you can! And that's the thing, we can disagree so hard on some things yet then hug it out and carry on as brothers like nothing. So many people this place has brought together and you and Tim are the two people I feel closer with than most in my day to day life.
For 15 years this community has been a life saver, literally. I personally see no signs of the mood changing the last little bit. Always been a wonderful sanctuary.
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i wasn't gonna respond but i would like to mention that i wasn't referring (only) to the two people mentioned in that post. i'm not gonna list out names but there were several accounts on the other side of the argument whos posts i didn't enjoy either. i do find it interesting that people take a statement and make it all about them though, anyway, i posted my mundane story, let's get back on topic folks!!
I find it more alarming that you have a list of people and have had several encounters already after only six weeks. That says something.
The bolded part is indeed interesting too....
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???? what does it say, wolfie?
also what are you on about "you have a list" lol. i said i wasn't going to start naming names (unlike you). please read my posts before just continuing to attack me. that's two posts now you've come after me and i have not engaged you whatsoever (until this post)
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Yes you can! And that's the thing, we can disagree so hard on some things yet then hug it out and carry on as brothers like nothing. So many people this place has brought together and you and Tim are the two people I feel closer with than most in my day to day life.
(https://i.gifer.com/2SD.gif)
back atchya!
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Thinking about ya mate. Stay strong! :tup :heart
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The WFH people are fucking defensive for God's sake. Christ, they're as bad as the whiney pot crowd.
You know what's worse than both of those?
(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tJ-LivK4-78/hqdefault.jpg)
:biggrin:
although, to be fair...
Listen pal, Tim and I have been members of this community for 14-16 years each.........we are two of the nicest guys and have many friends on here and we are two people that have been cogs in making this community what it is and I'm sure others would back that up. You've been here six weeks. If you feel other threads aren't being as inclusive and welcoming, perhaps don't always just point your finger and blame other people.
This is true.
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Cheers Marc!
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Y'all are swell people
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The WFH people are fucking defensive for God's sake. Christ, they're as bad as the whiney pot crowd.
You know what's worse than both of those?
(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tJ-LivK4-78/hqdefault.jpg)
:biggrin:
:rollin :rollin
I swore off posting in this thread for a few days, but this cracked me up. it is true, I'm afraid. :lol
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???? what does it say, wolfie?
also what are you on about "you have a list" lol. i said i wasn't going to start naming names (unlike you). please read my posts before just continuing to attack me. that's two posts now you've come after me and i have not engaged you whatsoever (until this post)
It's all good mate. Not worth getting into it with you, I can see it will result in nothing positive. :tup
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
Ok, now this is something I can't let slide. Listen pal, Tim and I have been members of this community for 14-16 years each.........we are two of the nicest guys and have many friends on here and we are two people that have been cogs in making this community what it is and I'm sure others would back that up. You've been here six weeks. If you feel other threads aren't being as inclusive and welcoming, perhaps don't always just point your finger and blame other people.
*backs this up*
You're also two of the crotchety-est fuckers here too. :lol. I can say that cuz we're besties.
Yes you can! And that's the thing, we can disagree so hard on some things yet then hug it out and carry on as brothers like nothing. So many people this place has brought together and you and Tim are the two people I feel closer with than most in my day to day life.
For 15 years this community has been a life saver, literally. I personally see no signs of the mood changing the last little bit. Always been a wonderful sanctuary.
I'm in on this sentiment as well. We don't always see eye-to-eye, but it's done with love (strong like, maybe) and respect, and we all - I think - know if the shit hits the fan all that goes out the window. There's no "blocking", no finger pointing, whatever.
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There’s definitely a certain vibe to the forum these days, and it seems to be off-putting to a lot of folks
i can deff feel this a bit. in some threads the mood seems very positive and inclusive and welcoming and in others (like this one for about the last page) not so much. really disheartening to see
Ok, now this is something I can't let slide. Listen pal, Tim and I have been members of this community for 14-16 years each.........we are two of the nicest guys and have many friends on here and we are two people that have been cogs in making this community what it is and I'm sure others would back that up. You've been here six weeks. If you feel other threads aren't being as inclusive and welcoming, perhaps don't always just point your finger and blame other people.
*backs this up*
You're also two of the crotchety-est fuckers here too. :lol. I can say that cuz we're besties.
Yes you can! And that's the thing, we can disagree so hard on some things yet then hug it out and carry on as brothers like nothing. So many people this place has brought together and you and Tim are the two people I feel closer with than most in my day to day life.
For 15 years this community has been a life saver, literally. I personally see no signs of the mood changing the last little bit. Always been a wonderful sanctuary.
I'm in on this sentiment as well. We don't always see eye-to-eye, but it's done with love (strong like, maybe) and respect, and we all - I think - know if the shit hits the fan all that goes out the window. There's no "blocking", no finger pointing, whatever.
I concur. I can't tell you how many conversations I've been in that have started with the phrase "fucking Stadler!" :lol :lol :lol
And yet I still love (*not* strong like) ya Bill.
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I can't tell you how many conversations I've been in that have started with the phrase "fucking Stadler!" :lol :lol :lol
You too?!?
j/k Stads, old buddy, old pal. You know I thoroughly like and respect you.
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I'm just glad to be in there somewhere! :) :) :)
(Thank you both for the kind words; the feeling is very much mutual. Now, about politics... :) :))
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Now, about politics... :) :))
Oh, I've sworn that off.
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We had our end-of-year "offsite" meeting at a hotel near my workplace. For those of you not in the corporate world, we sit at desks all day and sometimes don't actually know most of our co-workers because we only interact with a small percent of them, and often this is only through email, instant messaging, or remote meetings. Offsite meetings are all-day events where they rent out one of the big conference rooms in a hotel or convention center, and they usually include a nice breakfast and lunch. The rest of the day is presentations, workshops, and team-building, somehow done in a reasonably entertaining way. I had some eggs benedict and some fruit salad. The fruit salad included raspberries, a fave, but I have to be careful not to get one of those tiny little seeds stuck in my molars.
Curses! Despite being as careful as I could, I got one of those tiny little seeds stuck in my molars. I knew that whatever else happened the rest of the day, my tongue would be mercilessly working on getting that damned seed unstuck, unsuccessfully. This is tragic. It's not like I carry dental floss or a toothbrush with me all the...
Ah-ha! I'm in a hotel! With a few minutes before the first presentation starts, I go to the front desk and ask the girl there for a toothbrush. She reaches down and pulls out a toothbrush, individually wrapped for freshness. She also has a small tube of toothpaste and asks if I would like some toothpaste as well. I decline, then head to the men's room to brush the seed out. Success!! I am now free to enjoy the rest of the day without distraction.
Mundane But True!
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We had our end-of-year "offsite" meeting at a hotel near my workplace.
We had ours a little more than a month ago. It was supposed to be a thing where we showed up Tuesday evening, got dinner at a local country club (where one of our execs is a member), meeting Wednesday morning, an "activity" (either bike riding on the beach or Top Golf), another dinner, more meeting on Thursday morning, and then get cut loose. It was at a beach hotel in Los Angeles County, so that part was nice, and, unlike last year, I didn't have to present. Otherwise, it's such a waste of time - especially with then doing the two morning format (last year, it was a full day of meetings followed by a half day).
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Not a great year for my company so all that shit was cancelled. Not even holiday parties this year. Can't say I'm too broken up about it, honestly, though there are always a handful of people I like to catch up with at the bar after the main ceremonies (that's where all the real tea is discussed).
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Not a great year for my company so all that shit was cancelled. Not even holiday parties this year. Can't say I'm too broken up about it, honestly, though there are always a handful of people I like to catch up with at the bar after the main ceremonies (that's where all the real tea is discussed).
I'm in the same boat as you–my only concern with these sorts of things is whether or not it's a 'sign' of things to come.
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Not a great year for my company so all that shit was cancelled. Not even holiday parties this year. Can't say I'm too broken up about it, honestly, though there are always a handful of people I like to catch up with at the bar after the main ceremonies (that's where all the real tea is discussed).
I'm in the same boat as you–my only concern with these sorts of things is whether or not it's a 'sign' of things to come.
Me too; I'm getting rumblings that "big moves" are afoot. "Big moves" is a broad category, though, and covers a LOT of ground, some good some not so good. ;). Just what I need; more stress!!! :)
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I guess I'm fortunate in that my company did alright this year. Well, they didn't cancel any of the end-of-year stuff anyway.
I kinda like the offsite stuff because I actually get to see and meet my coworkers. My entire job could be done remotely (and was for nearly two years before the bigwigs decided to bring us all back in, post-Covid) and still consists entirely of me sitting at a desk doing stuff on computers. My immediate team is all male and honestly pretty boring, so I don't really care if I see them or not. But the department at large has actual females, many of whom are not unattractive, and for whatever reason, some of them seem to like me. Lots of pretty smiles and "Bob! I haven't seen you in so long!" and stuff like that. I'm not the most sociable guy, but sometimes it's nice to hang around other people in a somewhat controlled setting. It's not a party, no one's trying to pick anyone up or even impress anyone really, just making polite conversation in a business yet looser-than-normal environment.
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there are always a handful of people I like to catch up with at the bar after the main ceremonies (that's where all the real tea is discussed).
Eh??
Our holiday party is tomorrow. Our "home office" is in Los Angeles, so it'll be at a restaurant up there, but I and a lot of people from my group are in the Orange County office, so we'll be making our semi-annual trip on the Amtrak, which always has the potential to become the drunk train on the way back.
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Our holiday party was last night, I did not attend as I don't think I know anyone who actually went :lol and I'm certainly not social enough to just start talking to people I don't know and don't work with directly in any way. But that's a "me" thing since I kind of work on my own for the most part.
as for the actual mundane story, that shit happens way too often :lol The battle with my tongue to get shit out of my teeth is never ending, but I usually will win without needing a toothbrush or tooth pick. But yeah, a seed in the molar can be incredibly difficult if it got stuck in there just perfectly.
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there are always a handful of people I like to catch up with at the bar after the main ceremonies (that's where all the real tea is discussed).
Eh??
Tea - gossip
"Spill the tea" = "Please reveal the tasty gossip post haste"
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there are always a handful of people I like to catch up with at the bar after the main ceremonies (that's where all the real tea is discussed).
Eh??
Tea - gossip
"Spill the tea" = "Please reveal the tasty gossip post haste"
The mods know all.
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there are always a handful of people I like to catch up with at the bar after the main ceremonies (that's where all the real tea is discussed).
Eh??
Tea - gossip
"Spill the tea" = "Please reveal the tasty gossip post haste"
The mods know all.
I have some oceanfront property in Boone NC in which you may be interested. Let's talk.
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there are always a handful of people I like to catch up with at the bar after the main ceremonies (that's where all the real tea is discussed).
Eh??
Tea - gossip
"Spill the tea" = "Please reveal the tasty gossip post haste"
The mods know all.
I have some oceanfront property in Boone NC in which you may be interested. Let's talk.
HAHA. I've been to Boone. It's beautiful.
I'm interested. ;)
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:lol
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A long time ago, my wife and I went out to dinner to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. We had only moved to Illinois a few months earlier and were still learning all the places to shop and eat, but there was this one really nice-looking restaurant we'd passed a few times, and we decided to go there. It was in fact very nice inside, very fancy. Soon we were seated in a nice comfy booth.
As I'm perusing the menu, I see some movement in my peripheral vision: a cockroach is crawling on the window sill. Mrs. Orbert and I both worked in restaurants as short-order cooks, so yeah it's kinda gross but nothing that either of us hadn't seen before. I made my final choices and slid over (the booths were really big) and whacked the thing with my menu. It stuck to the menu pretty cleanly; just a tiny spot on the window sill. Oh yeah... earlier, we'd both smoked a fair amount of what is now legal in Illinois but was not legal back then. So really, we were both chill about it. Bugs happen. It's a restaurant.
The server returned to take our orders, and as I handed the menus back to her, I made sure mine was on top so it didn't make a mess and I pointed it out to her so she could take it in back and wipe it off. She was stunned, but recovered pretty well, apologizing profusely. She asked if we wanted to talk to the manager or anything, and we declined. We were hungry and just felt like enjoying a nice dinner without further interruption.
No smart phones back then, so we sat and chatted while we waited for our food, reflecting on five years of wedded bliss, blah blah blah. The food was great. Our server was very attentive and checked often to make sure everything was okay. We had both completely forgotten about the six-legged trespasser by this point, it was such a non-event. She asked us if we wanted dessert; it's on the house. Wow! Pretty cool. They must've heard us saying that it's our anniversary. I don't remember but I probably had a piece of pie; I like pie.
After we'd finished and she cleared the table, she seemed to disappear. We waited and waited for her to come by with the check, and finally I went up to the front to ask the hostess what the deal was, and she said that dinner was on the house. Okay, this place is definitely very cool. We're definitely coming back.
On the way home, still pretty buzzed but now with a happy tummy, I mentally reviewed the entire experience and remembered the cockroach I'd slain when we first got there. I wondered if that's why they were so nice and gave us free dessert and everything, not because they'd overheard us saying that it's our anniversary. Yeah, that would actually make more sense, wouldn't it?
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I love your response, Orbert. I mean, baked or no, that's really the right response, no? And certainly the right response by the restaurant.
Now? I can just imagine the content of the facebook post and/or Yelp! review roughly equating that roach invasion with the invasion of Normandy.
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I'm not one to raise hell over minor things. Okay, I realize that a cockroach in a restaurant is not a minor thing; you sure don't want your customers to see one and they definitely shouldn't have to kill it themselves, but I'm also one who takes care of the issue and moves on. I really had forgotten all about it once the food came. I have to assume that she'd told the manager, so I didn't need to talk to them, and it never occurred to me that I could parley it into a free meal. It still wouldn't occur to me to do that. Not my style.
Now, if I'd gone there more than once and there were roaches every time, we have a problem. But going on Yelp! and raging about it still seems like more trouble than it's worth. I don't get any satisfaction from roasting someone, and as far as warning others, not my problem. I'm selfish that way.
And come to think of it, we never did go back to that place, which is kinda funny. Nothing to do with them, though. The apartment we were in, which we had to find rather quickly when we moved there for my job, was kinda shitty and we ended up moving again the following year to somewhere about ten miles closer to work, so we never went back.
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Now, if I'd gone there more than once and there were roaches every time, we have a problem. But going on Yelp! and raging about it still seems like more trouble than it's worth. I don't get any satisfaction from roasting someone, and as far as warning others, not my problem.
So..no tiktok video?
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Umm... no.
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TBH, I'm not likely so calm about a cockroach that close to my seat. Flies? yeah, but a cockroach would eek me a bit. I'm not saying I'd go Karen, but I might actually not want to eat there. Kind of depends on the situation details really, but the point that you had never gone there before would be the sticking point for me possibly just leaving and never returning.
The part about being stoned though is hilarious because I can see how the event happened, you were over it clearly, yet the restaurant was still thinking about it. Good stuff.
Related, my mom apparently ate a burger at a place she goes a lot with my dad and there was a cockroach in it. My mom wasn't even offered anything other than a new burger and my mom accepted that and still goes there, but when she told that story to all of the rest of the family, we were all like appalled, like how did you not demand a refund? I'm sorry, but I don't think I could go back to such a place if the cockroach was in my mouth.
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eeek
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TBH, I'm not likely so calm about a cockroach that close to my seat. Flies? yeah, but a cockroach would eek me a bit. I'm not saying I'd go Karen, but I might actually not want to eat there. Kind of depends on the situation details really, but the point that you had never gone there before would be the sticking point for me possibly just leaving and never returning.
The part about being stoned though is hilarious because I can see how the event happened, you were over it clearly, yet the restaurant was still thinking about it. Good stuff.
Related, my mom apparently ate a burger at a place she goes a lot with my dad and there was a cockroach in it. My mom wasn't even offered anything other than a new burger and my mom accepted that and still goes there, but when she told that story to all of the rest of the family, we were all like appalled, like how did you not demand a refund? I'm sorry, but I don't think I could go back to such a place if the cockroach was in my mouth.
I feel that's different; I lived in Philly for five years and in the City it's to be expected. I was in a pub in NY with one of my coworkers and she said "look over there on the floor" and there was a rat looking back at us. I get it. But IN THE FOOD? That to me requires someone's diligence to fail or falter and that's not "to be expected".
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Anything in the food other than what's supposed to be there represents a complete failure. We drove through a Wendy's one time, and after taking a bite of my cheeseburger, something didn't taste right. A weird, bitter taste. I spit the mouthful out into my hand, and there was a fly in there with it. Disgusting. Also, I was a bit surprised at how pungent it tasted, but I'd never tasted a fly before (that I know of) so maybe that's what they taste like.
Anyway, we turned around and went back. I went inside with the remains of the cheeseburger, including the fly, showed it to the guy at the counter, and asked for another. He didn't seem to believe me. "A fly in your food? That's impossible." I remember he said "impossible" because it was a completely stupid thing to say. It was the middle of summer, and there were flies everywhere. I could see them flying around behind him in the food prep area; it was easy to imagine that one got into something as they were throwing it together on the food assembly line. As though to emphasize my point, a fly buzzed right in his face and he swatted it away.
"Impossible?" I asked him. He took the remains and tossed them, refunded me the cost of the cheeseburger, and turned around and ordered a new one pronto.
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We use liquid hand soap in our house, and usually buy the big bottles to refill the squirt bottles next to the sink when they run out or are just getting low. One day, my wife came home from shopping with a big bottle of liquid hand soap and it's clear, as opposed to the orange stuff we usually get. As I'm putting it under the sink (where such things go) I see there's a partial bottle of orange stuff still there. I don't really care -- soap is soap -- but I asked her about it. She likes the clear stuff better because the squirt bottle in the upstairs bathroom is clear with flowers on it, so the clear soap looks better. In fact, she'd rather I just used up the orange stuff in "my" bathroom (the downstairs one which I usually use). Cool, whatever.
I take the orange refill bottle downstairs, and the squirt bottle in the downstairs bathroom has clear soap in it. This is because my wife had actually bought two of them and replaced both squirt bottles, since they were both getting kinda gross. It's maybe half full of clear stuff, but I figure I can fit the last of the orange refill stuff into the bottle. Also, it will be kinda cool to watch.
As predicted, it was kinda cool to watch the orange stuff mix down into the clear stuff, doing the lava lamp thing where two liquids of different viscosities interact but don't really mix. Then something unexpected happened. At some point, it's like the orange and clear stuff did interact, and the results were weird. The orange stuff plummeted to the bottom as though the clear stuff had suddenly lost all viscosity, and as it (the orange stuff) "splashed" slowly upward, it continued to mix with the clear stuff and turned green! What the fuck?! I picked it up, and kinda swirled it around, and it all started mixing together into this ugly greenish color, and it was also very thin, like water. Apparently the two brands of liquid soap were not the same and actually reacted with each other. I put the cap with the little squirt mechanism back on and did a "test squirt" and it shot out and hit me in the crotch, making it look like I'd wet my pants, which was annoying. It was really thin, like water, and I hadn't realized how much would come blasting out of the bottle, nor how far it would shoot.
Very strange. Even if I'd designed such an experiment, I would not have predicted these results. Two very viscous liquids, one orange and one clear, had mixed to form a very thin, ugly green mixture. It's still soap, but I had to remember to be careful when hitting the squirt-top mechanism, but sometimes I'd forget and blast myself with the ugly green mixture and have to wash my pants again. After I'd done that a few times, I just poured it all out and refilled the dispenser with clear stuff. And made a mental note to never mix brands and/or colors.
Mundane But True!
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Great story telling leading to that climax of your wet spot on your crotch :lol
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Orbert, your story reminds me of an all too frequent interaction between me and Mrs. P. We'll be at some warehouse store or another with our cart and a list when we pass a shelf full of a product we frequently buy. She'll look at me and say, "Do you recall if we're low on [insert staple of our existence] at home?" I'll shrug, and say, "I think I put the last one from the pantry in the fridge the other day." So she'll grab the oversized quantity and toss it into the basket.
Of course when we get home, and open the pantry to put it away, there's already a two-pack of the stuff precariously leaning on the edge of the overstuffed shelves. We once had eight 1-liter plastic bottles of tonic water in there, for fuck's sake!
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Hey, it's always good to have extra stock, right? ;)
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And that is the reason why I have a life time supply of gallon freezer bags :lol
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Yeah, that kinda stuff is dangerous. The top shelf in our downstairs closet holds a dozen rolls of paper towel, but no more. So we have to buy more when we're down to the last roll, but no sooner because then we won't be able to fit them all on the shelf. I know, we could buy them in six or eight, but that's not as good of a deal. And they come in like 24-packs, but that's insane. Who TF has room to store 24 rolls of paper towel?
Similarly, we always buy Kleenex in the three-box pack, but that can be dangerous if you don't keep track because six boxes on the middle shelf is a significant amount of shelf space.
Meanwhile we have a least an extra box of gallon freezer bags and quart freezer bags, and for some reason we'd accumulated at least three boxes of the stupid little "snack size" bags. The kids are both grown and out of the house, and I don't think we ever really used them for anything anyway. So one day when Mrs. O wasn't around, I just threw the extra supplies away. Buried them in the outside garbage can. I hate wasting product, especially product paid for with my hard-earned money, but it was only a couple of bucks, and I have fewer boxes to dig through whenever I need a Ziploc for something. That's a trade-off I was willing to live with.
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Same here, and it's all because of this.
(https://images.costco-static.com/ImageDelivery/imageService?profileId=12026540&itemId=868821-847&recipeName=680)
Out of the 347 bags you get in this container, 120 of them are worthless snack bags. Gallon bags are occasionally useful, but 52 of them is overkill for us empty nesters. Still, at $19.00 bucks it's cheaper than buying a box of sandwich and quart bags each at the regular supermarket. Thus, waste is made more affordable.
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Same here, and it's all because of this.
(https://images.costco-static.com/ImageDelivery/imageService?profileId=12026540&itemId=868821-847&recipeName=680)
Out of the 347 bags you get in this container, 120 of them are worthless snack bags. Gallon bags are occasionally useful, but 52 of them is overkill for us empty nesters. Still, at $19.00 bucks it's cheaper than buying a box of sandwich and quart bags each at the regular supermarket. Thus, waste is made more affordable.
We go through tons of gallon baggies - primarily for storing open packages of meat (bacon, ground beef, etc.) and homemade bread.
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They know damned well that most households won't use the baggies in the proportions provided, or even close, therefore the Variety Pack is not for your convenience; it's for them to sell more product.
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They know damned well that most households won't use the baggies in the proportions provided, or even close, therefore the Variety Pack is not for your convenience; it's for them to sell more product.
totally. it's the same reason hot dogs and their buns don't come in equal quantities
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Those snack size bags are ridiculous, but my wife insists we will always find a use for them. Which means she will find a use for them because I won't. We use plenty of the gallon size for freezer storage.
totally. it's the same reason hot dogs and their buns don't come in equal quantities
At my store I found a package of not only 8 hot dogs, but bun length dogs as well, so you aren't stuck with a bun-only bite at each end.
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Working on cars and things like that, those small snack bags come in handy for holding screws, nuts and washers. I end up using them a lot.
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Working on cars and things like that, those small snack bags come in handy for holding screws, nuts and washers. I end up using them a lot.
Absolutely. Likewise for guitar picks, jack heads, and small Allen keys you need to carry around.
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Working on cars and things like that, those small snack bags come in handy for holding screws, nuts and washers. I end up using them a lot.
Don't work on cars, but we have many of those bags filled with spare parts, screws, all that shit.
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Yeah, but do you go through 120 of them every time you use 52 freezer bags?
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In keeping with the thread's theme, here's a short story.
Several years ago, I was at work, walking around the office to look busy and avoid actually having to do my job at the same time, which necessitated walking past the central area where the administrative people are located. A woman walks past me and says 'Hey, Konrad,' to me. That's my name, by the way, otherwise this story would have been super weird, although maybe a bit funnier. I say hey back, because that's what you do, and continue on my way, slightly befuddled.
See, as far as I'm aware, I have never even seen this person before, much less spoken to her, much less been introduced. Normally when new employees start they do the rounds on our floor, getting introduced to everyone and getting asked the same few questions over and over again by people they'll never talk to again, but I had no recollection of her doing so. So how does she know who I am? It's not like I'm that famous. Sure, I've got a plaque with my name on it, but even though I told my parents it's because I'm special, everyone actually has one of those. We're not in the same division so we'd never been in the same meetings or really have any reason to ever interact at all unless one of us happened to be wandering by the other's section of the building and had nothing better to do.
So this is strange. But now it presents a new dilemma; she says 'Hey Konrad' to me everyone we pass now, and I don't know her name! It's been weeks at this point and I've been saying hey and making small talk like we're friends, I can't ask her now, 'Oh hey, by the way, who the hell are you?' So I have to find another way to uncover the information. I ask the guy who works beside me; he doesn't know. Not surprising, we're good friends because neither of us like other people. No help there. But wait, I can just go check one of the emails that goes out to the whole floor every few days, saying 'please get your rotten food out of the fridge before we have to call the health department again,' or 'the building's bathrooms will be closed for the next three weeks, please jog across the complex when you need to relieve yourself,' and look through the names they're addressed to. When I find the one I don't know, bingo! It helps that I work with a lot of dudes, so there's not too many women's names to sort through.
Another dilemma. My antisocial behavior has come back to bite me despite every reason I had to believe that it never would. There are still several women's names on there I don't know. Work on this issue progresses. By neglecting my own work, lurking around corners, eavesdropping on conversations, I am able to slowly acquire more information, cross names off the list of unknowns. Eventually I think someone just calls her by her name while I'm around, so this whole campaign of subterfuge was totally pointless.
Her name was Angel, by the way, which was part of the problem. I thought it was a strong possibility, but if you call someone Angel who isn't actually named Angel, then you're just a total weirdo.
Anyway, she doesn't work there anymore. I can't remember if I ever actually called her by her name.
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Did she ever work there at all?
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Like, maybe she was just a hallucination?
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I laughed out loud at the denouement of your story. What a crushing disappointment it ended there. But also quite the delight it ended there, too :lol
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I thought I'd mentioned it here, but it must have been in another thread. I've been with the same company since 2005, but we're spread out over several different buildings across the county and I was never at the headquarters building; I was always in one of the satellite buildings where they hide the programmers. And I prefer it that way, since most of my clients are in HQ. Data requests come in via email and delivered either via email or shared NAS drive if the files are too big. So I rarely see any of my clients face-to-face. Maybe once a year at a meeting or something, if that. Other than that, the only time I "see" my clients and coworkers is on the tiny profile picture on their email.
But I was moved to HQ last year when they decided to cut costs (of course!) and not renew the leases on several of the satellite buildings. My very first day there, I'm sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch and this young woman comes over and looks at me. "Bob?" Uh, yeah, it's me. "I'm Erin! It's so nice to finally meet you!" She's apparently recognized me from my tiny little picture on my emails. The picture is from when I started back in '05 so I didn't think it looked much like me anymore, but there aren't a lot of Asians with Fu Manchu facial hair, so I guess you could say I have a rather distinctive look. Anyway, she's one of dozens of clients and countless co-workers, so I finally placed her face with her name about 30 seconds after we concluded our rather awkward introductions and she left me to finish my lunch. I watched her walk away, of course.
Two days later, I got on the elevator and there was a young woman already in it. Brief nod and smile of acknowledgement. She says "Hi, Bob." She sees that I looked just a bit confused, or at least caught off-guard, so she continues "I'm Melissa." Once again, brief awkward conversation, then the elevator dings and stops on her floor and as I watch her step out and walk away, it occurs to me that there are actually plusses to working at HQ.
And now the story that Shadow's "Angel" story reminded me of. Yesterday I was sitting at a workstation that happens to be at the end of the room facing some conference rooms. Some people are coming out, and the first one out is this cute Asian girl who turns to wait for the others to come out. As she turns, she sees me gawking at her (busted!) and smiles and says "Hi, Bob!" and I smile back and say Hi. Then her colleagues come out and they all leave together. I have no idea who she was, but obviously she knew me. I don't know whether to be flattered or paranoid or what. I have a rather unique look, and yeah, it's intentional so I guess I've brought it upon myself. People recognize me but I'm personally pretty bad with names and faces. I just check out all my pretty co-workers and consider it the trade-off for working in a dungeon.
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Like, maybe she was just a hallucination?
That was my guess.
:)
I'm kidding, of course.
For both of you, I don't think "paranoid" is necessarily justified. I think a "Hi, Bob" or "Hi, Konrad" is just what it is in the moment. The most likely answer isn't that she thinks you guys are creepsters, or that she wants to sleep with you (no offense), but rather it's a work environment and that's someone making the most of it. "Create relationships before you need them" sort of thing.
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I figure it's something like that, too. It's just kinda weird walking around and all these people know who I am, know my name, but I honestly don't even recognize most of them. But as I said, it's mostly my own fault, and there are certainly worse things than having pretty girls smile and say Hi to you all the time.
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I figure it's something like that, too. It's just kinda weird walking around and all these people know who I am, know my name, but I honestly don't even recognize most of them. But as I said, it's mostly my own fault, and there are certainly worse things than having pretty girls smile and say Hi to you all the time.
Tell me about it! :) :) :) :)
:)
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I passed a guy in the hall today who looked at me and said "Hey, how's it going? It's been a while." He seemed pretty excited to see me. I said "Pretty good, you?" and he said he was doing good. We were going in opposite directions and that was the extent of our conversation. I have no idea who it was.
So anyway, it's not just the girls. I almost feel like I should just start saying "Hi" to everybody I see, in case they recognize me and wonder why I always just walk right past them. At least I'd be known as the weird guy who says "Hi" to everybody and not some stuck-up dude who blows everyone off like he doesn't even see them.
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Like, maybe she was just a hallucination?
That was my guess.
:)
I'm kidding, of course.
For both of you, I don't think "paranoid" is necessarily justified. I think a "Hi, Bob" or "Hi, Konrad" is just what it is in the moment. The most likely answer isn't that she thinks you guys are creepsters, or that she wants to sleep with you (no offense), but rather it's a work environment and that's someone making the most of it. "Create relationships before you need them" sort of thing.
To be clear I wasn't wondering about her motivations or thinking she was trying to bang. :lol I'm just not sure how she found out in the first place. It's just one of those social dilemmas that's utterly meaningless (would she have actually been offended if I'd asked hey what's your name? Almost definitely not) but feels weird to ignore at the same time. Plus, frankly, the roundabout way of trying to find out was way more fun than just asking.
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You guys are silly with the "trying to bang" stuff. I'm 62, old and grey, though I assume Shadow is somewhat younger. But I'm long past the point where I'd even mistake a female co-worker simply being polite with actual flirting, let alone any attempt to bang. I'm just saying that it's kinda nice walking through an office building and these lovely young ladies smile and say Hi to me. I probably average at least a couple times a week, every couple of days, something like that. The other day, I passed two ladies walking through the lobby, and I recognized one of them as the VP of our division, a very nice woman named Jackie. As they're walking, the other lady is talking Jackie's ear off, but Jackie sees me and smiles and says "Hi Bob!" and I say Hi back and she says "How are you?" and I answered something meaningless, and by then we're past each other. But what was funny was that the other person continued talking to Jackie the entire time, and Jackie just tuned her out in favor of a brief convo with me as we passed.
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The problem is - and I'm not really kidding here - is that though I'm 57, and old, and grey, I'm not ready to start THINKING like that yet. I still think I'm, if not 27 then certainly 37. Not saying that I think every woman - or even any woman - wants to bang me, but I'm not really ready to slide into that level of "it's beyond reason".
Plus, Tony Randall.
Does that make sense?
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The problem is - and I'm not really kidding here - is that though I'm 57, and old, and grey, I'm not ready to start THINKING like that yet. I still think I'm, if not 27 then certainly 37. Not saying that I think every woman - or even any woman - wants to bang me, but I'm not really ready to slide into that level of "it's beyond reason".
Plus, Tony Randall.
Does that make sense?
It was always beyond reason. Your age was irrelevant. :heart
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The problem is - and I'm not really kidding here - is that though I'm 57, and old, and grey, I'm not ready to start THINKING like that yet. I still think I'm, if not 27 then certainly 37. Not saying that I think every woman - or even any woman - wants to bang me, but I'm not really ready to slide into that level of "it's beyond reason".
Plus, Tony Randall.
Does that make sense?
It was always beyond reason. Your age was irrelevant. :heart
Hurtful.
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The problem is - and I'm not really kidding here - is that though I'm 57, and old, and grey, I'm not ready to start THINKING like that yet. I still think I'm, if not 27 then certainly 37. Not saying that I think every woman - or even any woman - wants to bang me, but I'm not really ready to slide into that level of "it's beyond reason".
Plus, Tony Randall.
Does that make sense?
It was always beyond reason. Your age was irrelevant. :heart
Hurtful.
Just trying to clear out the competition. Ain't got no time to deal with them other ho's.
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There is, I suppose, a very remote possibility. But it's far easier to just enjoy the pretty smiles and not worry about any potential behind it. Anyway, the mundane silly shit I came here to share.
Many, many years ago, my girlfriend (now wife) told me that I'm too serious all the time; I should let loose and just be silly sometimes. Challenge accepted! Ever since then, I've made a deliberate attempt to be silly, with varying degrees of success, of course. So I'll just whip out complete nonsense sometimes, stuff that seems vaguely logical or reasonable but which would never survive even cursory scrutiny. I can't help that I'm a logical thinking person, so I guess even my silliness has to have some logic to it.
Recently our daughter was visiting and we were going to go out somewhere, probably for dinner or something. First, I had to go change out of my sweats. I went upstairs and of course the first thing I do is turn on some tunes. Just radio, but with 10 presets I can usually find something. Commercials, blah. Next station... commercials. Next, next, next... commercials on all of them. WTF? I look and it's right near the top of the hour, and all radio stations have to do station identification within five minutes of the hour. My wife yells from downstairs, asking what's taking so long, I just need to put some jeans on. I told her that I have to find some tunes first. Why? "Because what if I make a mistake?" I hate that particular sentence structure, by the way; I don't think it's even correct English. "Because" followed by a question. "Because how will we know?" or "Because who can say?" But my wife uses that structure all the time, so I threw it back at her. Obviously I can't change my pants without putting some music on first "because what if I make a mistake?"
Eventually I find some tunes and change my pants and come down. I've already forgotten about our inane conversation and am ready to go. "Why do you have to put music on to change your pants?" she asks. Ah, a new challenge! Explain this in a way that actually makes sense (but would never survive even cursory scrutiny).
"Okay, look," I say. "Would you agree that if you're not in a good state of mind, you're more likely to make mistakes?" She agrees.
"And listening to music can help put you in a better state of mind, right? Put you in a better mood, all that?" She agrees, reluctantly this time because she can see where I'm going.
"Therefore, if I put some tunes on, I'm less likely to make a mistake." Right, but what kind of mistake could I make, just changing my pants? "I don't know! But are you willing to risk that? When we're going out in public?!"
She tells me I'm silly. "Thank you" I say.
Mundane But True!
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You know, that IS pretty silly.
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Orbert, your story reminds me of an all too frequent interaction between me and Mrs. P. We'll be at some warehouse store or another with our cart and a list when we pass a shelf full of a product we frequently buy. She'll look at me and say, "Do you recall if we're low on [insert staple of our existence] at home?" I'll shrug, and say, "I think I put the last one from the pantry in the fridge the other day." So she'll grab the oversized quantity and toss it into the basket.
Of course when we get home, and open the pantry to put it away, there's already a two-pack of the stuff precariously leaning on the edge of the overstuffed shelves. We once had eight 1-liter plastic bottles of tonic water in there, for fuck's sake!
At least once a month, I come home with something from Costco that we already have plenty of - paper towels, eggs, ketchup, vinegar. It's especially dangerous when things are on sale. My cheap ass mind always thinks "I'm saving $3, and it doesn't go bad". Next thing you know, I've got 19 boxes of baking soda.
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Orbert, your story reminds me of an all too frequent interaction between me and Mrs. P. We'll be at some warehouse store or another with our cart and a list when we pass a shelf full of a product we frequently buy. She'll look at me and say, "Do you recall if we're low on [insert staple of our existence] at home?" I'll shrug, and say, "I think I put the last one from the pantry in the fridge the other day." So she'll grab the oversized quantity and toss it into the basket.
Of course when we get home, and open the pantry to put it away, there's already a two-pack of the stuff precariously leaning on the edge of the overstuffed shelves. We once had eight 1-liter plastic bottles of tonic water in there, for fuck's sake!
At least once a month, I come home with something from Costco that we already have plenty of - paper towels, eggs, ketchup, vinegar. It's especially dangerous when things are on sale. My cheap ass mind always thinks "I'm saving $3, and it doesn't go bad". Next thing you know, I've got 19 boxes of baking soda.
You and my wife. She always throws in the "but I saved $3!" not realizing that YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SPEND THE $19 TO BEGIN WITH! I have enough staples to put together Asia and North America.
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
Yeah, it's not a fun experience, but worth the torture
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You guys are silly with the "trying to bang" stuff. I'm 62, old and grey, though I assume Shadow is somewhat younger. But I'm long past the point where I'd even mistake a female co-worker simply being polite with actual flirting, let alone any attempt to bang.
There are a couple women who work in the same building as me (but not with my company) who are both attractive and friendly. Every time, I have to remind myself that I'm 56, not 30. Sigh....
I have enough staples to put together Asia and North America.
I bought a stapler back in the early '90s and also bought a big box of staple refills. I'm pretty sure I have replaced the stapler, but I still have the same box of staples, and it's probably still half full!
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
Yeah, it's not a fun experience, but worth the torture
No, it isn't. Not even close. I told my wife I'm never going there again.
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
Yeah, it's not a fun experience, but worth the torture
No, it isn't. Not even close. I told my wife I'm never going there again.
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It is for me for how cheap some things are. Specifically the Kirkland booze. For example, the Kirkland vodka is $14 compared to Titos at around $30. Grabbing a few of those to stock up instantly pays for the membership. Everything else is gravy and I like a lot of the products. Definitely worth it. I go every 3 months, so 4 times a year. I do dread it, but money and product quality wise, totally worth it.
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You guys are silly with the "trying to bang" stuff. I'm 62, old and grey, though I assume Shadow is somewhat younger. But I'm long past the point where I'd even mistake a female co-worker simply being polite with actual flirting, let alone any attempt to bang.
There are a couple women who work in the same building as me (but not with my company) who are both attractive and friendly. Every time, I have to remind myself that I'm 56, not 30. Sigh....
At my previous job, we had a new batch of college grads come into the department, six young ladies in a department of about 120 overall. This would've been around 2000, so I was 38 and still considered myself pretty young. Then I overheard some of them talking one time. "...and then I saw the guy she was talking about, and he was old! I mean, he was like 30!" I just silently, sadly, accepted my place in the order of things.
Most of my current co-workers are in their 30's or 40's, but that's still 20-30 years younger than me. They're nice to me because they're nice people in a professional environment. There's nothing else going on there. And I have to believe that because I'm a happily married man, and also because I'm not an idiot.
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
Yeah, it's not a fun experience, but worth the torture
I always go first thing on Sunday morning - it eliminates the church going customers. I'm up by 6:30/7 everday anyway (dogs need to do their business and get fed), so it's no skin off my back. Last week, I walked right up to a cashier and checked out in less than 2 minutes. The morning after the time change was just as empty. I put my earbuds in, and enjoy the virtual solitude with some good music.
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
Yeah, it's not a fun experience, but worth the torture
I always go first thing on Sunday morning - it eliminates the church going customers. I'm up by 6:30/7 everday anyway (dogs need to do their business and get fed), so it's no skin off my back. Last week, I walked right up to a cashier and checked out in less than 2 minutes. The morning after the time change was just as empty. I put my earbuds in, and enjoy the virtual solitude with some good music.
Don’t get me started on earbuds in stores.
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I was in a teams meeting today with my boss that was running really late. We had started at 10:00 a.m., and it was still going at around 12:30. At that point, my boss asked Alexa to tell her wife to heat her up a pot of soup. It was really interesting to watch but also, I have no idea how people can sit that long. It's very hard for me to spend an entire hour sitting, without standing up and walking around a little bit. My boss was sitting for 3 hours when all was said and done and only then seemed to be getting slightly weary.
Also I had never seen anybody actually use Alexa to tell something to someone else in their house.
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
Yeah, it's not a fun experience, but worth the torture
I always go first thing on Sunday morning - it eliminates the church going customers. I'm up by 6:30/7 everday anyway (dogs need to do their business and get fed), so it's no skin off my back. Last week, I walked right up to a cashier and checked out in less than 2 minutes. The morning after the time change was just as empty. I put my earbuds in, and enjoy the virtual solitude with some good music.
Don’t get me started on earbuds in stores.
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TAC, what's this I hear about earbuds in stores?
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We go to Costco maybe once a month. It took us a while to get a system down, but it works now. We split up the list, and eat dinner in the food court afterward. I know what we need and have space for before we make our list. The onyl downside is my wife gets distracted by clothes so she has to stop by the clothing, in invariably buy something, while I get most of the stuff we actually need.
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Tim, I wear my earphones when shopping. I just make sure I pull aside everywhere and not block anyone.
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
There are, at a rough estimate, 17 gajillion things worse than going to Costco.
I like going. I like going with my wife/family.
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I find Costco to be one of the better family shopping places. The frequently changing items and samples make it more interesting than something like Target or Walmart. Though I do get annoyed that we always spend far more than I anticipate.
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I was in a teams meeting today with my boss that was running really late. We had started at 10:00 a.m., and it was still going at around 12:30. At that point, my boss asked Alexa to tell her wife to heat her up a pot of soup. It was really interesting to watch but also, I have no idea how people can sit that long. It's very hard for me to spend an entire hour sitting, without standing up and walking around a little bit. My boss was sitting for 3 hours when all was said and done and only then seemed to be getting slightly weary.
Also I had never seen anybody actually use Alexa to tell something to someone else in their house.
That meeting sounds like it went on forever! I get what you mean about needing to move around, sitting for hours straight can be a real challenge. Maybe it's time to suggest to your boss about getting a standing desk. It could help shake things up a bit and make those marathon meetings a tad more bearable.
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Don’t get me started on earbuds in stores.
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To me, it's just one of those things that signifies all that's wrong with the world. Everyone is in their own little world. There's no sense of community and I find it plain rude and selfish. I mean, it's not like I walk around a store going "hey, how you doing?" to every passerby. There's so little consideration to all those around you. It's really just another way that we are closing ourselves off from each other.
Personally, I don't like wearing them because I feel like it lessens my awareness to everything going on around me. Like, if there's a commotion, I want to know about it as soon as I can.
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I hear you, but honestly, when I'm at the grocery store, I'm not there to socialize or foster a sense of community. I'm on a mission to grab what I need and get out of there as quickly as possible. Wearing earphones helps me tune out the chaos of the store and makes the experience a little less dreadful. And as for needing to be aware of any commotion, I can't say I've ever encountered a situation in the supermarket that required immediate attention. So for me, it's more about making a chore bearable rather than shutting out the world.
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I hear you, but honestly, when I'm at the grocery store, I'm not there to socialize or foster a sense of community. I'm on a mission to grab what I need and get out of there as quickly as possible.
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I hear you, but honestly, when I'm at the grocery store, I'm not there to socialize or foster a sense of community. I'm on a mission to grab what I need and get out of there as quickly as possible. Wearing earphones helps me tune out the chaos of the store and makes the experience a little less dreadful. And as for needing to be aware of any commotion, I can't say I've ever encountered a situation in the supermarket that required immediate attention. So for me, it's more about making a chore bearable rather than shutting out the world.
Preach, brother!
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I hear you, but honestly, when I'm at the grocery store, I'm not there to socialize or foster a sense of community. I'm on a mission to grab what I need and get out of there as quickly as possible. Wearing earphones helps me tune out the chaos of the store and makes the experience a little less dreadful. And as for needing to be aware of any commotion, I can't say I've ever encountered a situation in the supermarket that required immediate attention. So for me, it's more about making a chore bearable rather than shutting out the world.
Pretty much nailed it. In 5 years, I have bumped into precisely ZE-RO people I know at Costco. I'm considerate, I respect other people's space and path, say please and thanks and you're welcome, and smile courteously. I don't do anything extra or less that I would or wouldn't do for the times I've forgotten my earbuds.
À chacun son goût
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I hear you, but honestly, when I'm at the grocery store, I'm not there to socialize or foster a sense of community.
I'm not at all saying we should be going to the store to socialize.
Wearing earphones helps me tune out the chaos of the store and makes the experience a little less dreadful.
Going to the store is...dreadful? Really?
I'm just saying that everything in our world further isolates us, and to me this is one example. I see it everyday. People that have headphones in are completely oblivious to all around them. Maybe that's the point, but maybe that's my point.
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There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
Yeah, it's not a fun experience, but worth the torture
I always go first thing on Sunday morning - it eliminates the church going customers. I'm up by 6:30/7 everday anyway (dogs need to do their business and get fed), so it's no skin off my back. Last week, I walked right up to a cashier and checked out in less than 2 minutes. The morning after the time change was just as empty. I put my earbuds in, and enjoy the virtual solitude with some good music.
My gf and I found that if we go Friday night it's not that bad. I recently came home from work on a Friday, had a couple drinks (not knowing we were going to go) and my gf drove us there and it was a surprisingly pleasant experience :lol Although I'm sure your plan is better, I just am not up that early.
I hear you, but honestly, when I'm at the grocery store, I'm not there to socialize or foster a sense of community. I'm on a mission to grab what I need and get out of there as quickly as possible. Wearing earphones helps me tune out the chaos of the store and makes the experience a little less dreadful. And as for needing to be aware of any commotion, I can't say I've ever encountered a situation in the supermarket that required immediate attention. So for me, it's more about making a chore bearable rather than shutting out the world.
Pretty much nailed it. In 5 years, I have bumped into precisely ZE-RO people I know at Costco. I'm considerate, I respect other people's space and path, say please and thanks and you're welcome, and smile courteously. I don't do anything extra or less that I would or wouldn't do for the times I've forgotten my earbuds.
À chacun son goût
I honestly have never thought to wear ear buds while shopping. I guess I have nothing against it if the bolded is true. I can kind of see where TAC comes from working at a store where I'm sure he's seen plenty of people just "in their own world" and not abiding to the bolded. Also, if you are on the phone and speaking while shopping, it's quite annoying. I'd only do that if it was necessary.
Wearing earphones helps me tune out the chaos of the store and makes the experience a little less dreadful.
Going to the store is...dreadful? Really?
There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
I mean, I'd imagine if there's nothing worse than it could also be classified as dreadful.
I find grocery shopping and costco shopping to not be dreadful persay, but to be something I'm not interested in doing generally but a necessary thing to do.
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Wearing earphones helps me tune out the chaos of the store and makes the experience a little less dreadful.
Going to the store is...dreadful? Really?
There's nothing worse than going to Costco.
I mean, I'd imagine if there's nothing worse than it could also be classified as dreadful.
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Tim going full Crankshaft.
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I’m kind of with him though. I don’t mind Costco but when I do, it’s invariably because of someone that’s lost in their own little world and oblivious everything going on around them.
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I talk to nobody except the workers and when I need to talk to them, I take my headphones off.
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We have had a Costco/Price Club/Sam's Club membership maybe a half dozen times over the past 25-30 years. Typically, we have had the membership for a year and then let it expire. Most recently, we had a Sam's Club membership because I was buying things in bulk when my daughter was in marching band. I've yet to find the savings for buying in bulk to justify the total amount spent and the tendency to buy things that aren't really necessary. I can't see myself ever getting another membership.
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I take the family grocery shopping every Saturday morning. Yesterday was weird, these old people were being strange, inching closer to what they wanted where I was standing while I was still picking something out, and staring me down because my little boy was fussing a bit.
Another reason I am not going to the store for the community aspect. I hate going because of situations like that.
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Some of you sound like you need to take advantage of grocery delivery. The delivery fee is low enough that it's worth it, if you find the experience sub-optimal.
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We have a Sams Club membership. We went to the store once, with the kids. Which sucked. What makes it worth it is the FREE SHIPPING. We just order stuff online and it gets delivered in a couple of days. Definitely worth it to buy stuff like TP and paper towels in bulk and just have them show up on your doorstep.
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Some of you sound like you need to take advantage of grocery delivery. The delivery fee is low enough that it's worth it, if you find the experience sub-optimal.
You’re opening a whole nuther can of worms for me. :lol
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You’re opening a whole nuther can of worms for me. :lol
What the hell man
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What the hell man
I need a keyboard.
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I need a keyboard.
You really don't.
I'm talking grocery delivery. We all need groceries. If people hate the experience of going to get groceries, they should look at getting their groceries delivered. That's all.
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those of us with bad social anxiety use headphones to relax in public as well
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You really don't.
I'm talking grocery delivery. We all need groceries. If people hate the experience of going to get groceries, they should look at getting their groceries delivered. That's all.
There is something about getting them delivered that I just don't like the idea of. Picking stuff out myself, seeing good deals on stuff I may not have needed but could stock up, a few impulse purchases that are not crazy, it's worth it to go because of those reasons alone (to me, at least, no hate to people who want delivery).
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There is something about getting them delivered that I just don't like the idea of. Picking stuff out myself, seeing good deals on stuff I may not have needed but could stock up, a few impulse purchases that are not crazy, it's worth it to go because of those reasons alone (to me, at least, no hate to people who want delivery).
Yeah, I may not enjoy grocery shopping, but I don't hate it so much to want to pay someone else to do it for me. It just doesn't make sense for me, but it's nice that the option exists and I'm sure people have the need to use it.
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I need a keyboard.
You really don't.
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OK. I'll leave it alone.
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There is something about getting them delivered that I just don't like the idea of. Picking stuff out myself, seeing good deals on stuff I may not have needed but could stock up, a few impulse purchases that are not crazy, it's worth it to go because of those reasons alone (to me, at least, no hate to people who want delivery).
Then this is clearly not the option for you.
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Some of you sound like you need to take advantage of grocery delivery. The delivery fee is low enough that it's worth it, if you find the experience sub-optimal.
Yes, I love it. As much as I'd love to rely solely on grocery deliver though, it's become a bit too frequent that I forget to order in time or overlook something important on my list. It's like a constant battle between convenience and forgetfulness, and unfortunately, forgetfulness tends to win more often than not. So, while I still use grocery delivery whenever I can, I've come to accept that I'll probably always end up making those emergency runs to the store.
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I've done Target delivery a few times. That's kind of similar.
Never done straight up grocery delivery, but during the pandemic, I would sometimes have Whole Foods prepare everything for me so I can just pick it up. But I also like doing it myself whenever possible.
With ear buds in.
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Never done straight up grocery delivery, but during the pandemic, I would sometimes have Whole Foods prepare everything for me so I can just pick it up. But I also like doing it myself whenever possible.
Yeah, that's another option, but adds in driving to the store to pick it up. We've done it, but I prefer the deliver option.
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It was FANTASTIC to order necessities for my parents, when the thought of them driving out for a half gallon of milk and peanut M&Ms was "terrifying". For my situation - we have at any given time, 5, 7, or 8 people in the house - ordering for delivery is - or can be - a nightmare.
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It was FANTASTIC to order necessities for my parents, when the thought of them driving out for a half gallon of milk and peanut M&Ms was "terrifying". For my situation - we have at any given time, 5, 7, or 8 people in the house - ordering for delivery is - or can be - a nightmare.
I agree with this - we tend to forget to write stuff down or keep a normal grocery list. So we'll usually forget to buy things when we order groceries. That's annoying.
When my dad had knee surgery last November, he stocked up on some of his groceries, and I drove the 45 minutes south to take him to the store after a week. The next week, I didn't have time to go see him (and he wasn't cleared to drive for another few weeks after that) so I took his list and ordered the groceries he needed on our Walmart account. They dropped him off on his doorstep. It was super convenient.
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Picking stuff out myself, seeing good deals on stuff I may not have needed but could stock up, a few impulse purchases that are not crazy, it's worth it to go because of those reasons alone (to me, at least, no hate to people who want delivery).
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Also, I live rural enough that anything not named Amazon will have a delivery fee, or alternatively same/next day delivering is "not available in your area". Like Adami said, we did online+pickup during the height of the pandemic - but didn't like it because invariably, there were "substitutions" we didn't like, and they don't give a rats ass about the quality of the produce.
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Also, I live rural enough that anything not named Amazon will have a delivery fee, or alternatively same/next day delivering is "not available in your area". Like Adami said, we did online+pickup during the height of the pandemic - but didn't like it because invariably, there were "substitutions" we didn't like, and they don't give a rats ass about the quality of the produce.
That's because you're not likely to notice until you get home, at which point it isn't worth the trouble to go back and complain. It's like when I was a kid and worked at fast-food. If we had something that was askew in some way, it would go to a drive-thru customer for the same reason.
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I don't like grocery delivery because I'm the guy that always goes for the freshest looking producer or rifles through the containers until he finds the one with the furthest away expiration date.
Anyway, my own story:
At least 3 of the houses on my block have gotten brand new roofs within like 5 years of buying their homes, which had already had new roofs put on by flippers. I didn't realize what a shitty job some of these general contractors/flippers do. I get that the weather has been bad, but a new roof should last way longer than 5 years. Anyway...
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The general rule I was told long ago was that you put another roof on (on top of the existing one) after 10 years, then 10 years after that, strip it all off and re-roof. Repeat. A roof should last 10 years, and you can go two layers thick, but not more. Since a new roof is an expense I'd rather not face more often than every 10 years, I've stuck to that and it's worked out pretty well.
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What type of roof are you referencing? Asphalt shingles is what I am most accustomed to (what I have on my house, and what we install for clients) should be good for ~20 years I thought.
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I don't like grocery delivery because I'm the guy that always goes for the freshest looking producer or rifles through the containers until he finds the one with the furthest away expiration date.
We have that issue with Walmart grocery delivery - they'll give us the wrong kind of apple, or bad fruit/vegetables. Once, they dropped a bag on our doorstep and a bottle of spaghetti sauce was smashed. You can initiate a refund easily and get the money back, and either re-order the items or go and pick them up from whatever store you want. Sometimes, if you need to return a non-perishable, they'll tell you to keep it (if it's under some random dollar amount) and they'll send you a replacement.
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We used grocery delivery once during Covid. I will really impressed with the process. But my wife and I are a bit particular about our grocery shopping, and despite making a list beforehand she will invariably forget ~5 things that she wouldn't have gotten if she didn't happen to see them while at the store. So I don't foresee us using it again.
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What type of roof are you referencing? Asphalt shingles is what I am most accustomed to (what I have on my house, and what we install for clients) should be good for ~20 years I thought.
I'm not sure. Are there other types of shingles? I think ours is "regular" shingles.
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I'm not sure. Are there other types of shingles? I think ours is "regular" shingles.
There's also the disease adults get
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Ah, yes. But I got my vaccine last year. Two shots, both painful, but I understand that that's still nothing compared to actually getting shingles.
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I'm not sure. Are there other types of shingles? I think ours is "regular" shingles.
There are 3 Tab and Architectural singles. Architectural are much better, and in fact, when I had my own roof done 4 years ago, I could not even find a roofer who would entertain the idea of putting 3 Tab on the place. But General Contractors and flippers who love to cut costs at every corner still use them!
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Then this is clearly not the option for you.
That's what I said, dad. I swear, you never listen to anything I say.
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Just make sure the shingles aren't already inside you.
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Ah, yes. But I got my vaccine last year. Two shots, both painful, but I understand that that's still nothing compared to actually getting shingles.
I got mine last year. Weren't terribly painful, but both shots knocked me out of commission for days.