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Good! We need to be more kind, not to mention respectful, to the elderly and disabled. Americans in general have turned into selfish, spoiled brats. [/pissedoffoldladyrant]
Ouch.
Things that frustrate us all
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[pissedoffoldladyrant]
Good! We need to be more kind, not to mention respectful, to the elderly and disabled. Americans in general have turned into selfish, spoiled brats. [/pissedoffoldladyrant]
Ouch.
LOL yes, same here: you know you're getting old when the younger colleagues hold the door open for you
it's sunday already - weekends get shorter all the time!
re pancake tuesday - there's a website both informative and entertaining: https://www.historic-uk.com/CultureUK/Pancake-Day/
it's sunday already - weekends get shorter all the time!
re pancake tuesday - there's a website both informative and entertaining: https://www.historic-uk.com/CultureUK/Pancake-Day/
You are horrible, Weather Network!! Fall hasn't even officially started yet!!
It actually feels a little better here tonight. It's still 78 at 11 pm but the humidity is a little lower.
what I totally loathe is busybodies who shoot 10 miley beyond the goal. Today after work I got a call from an unknown cell number. Normally I don't reply to such calls but since tomorrow is an important meeting I thought it might be one of my colleagues. Turned out it was one of my GP's secretaries. She called me from her home from where she had access to my data (!) and wanted to talk me into canceling tomorrow's appointment since I already had one in July. It took me more than 15 minutes to make it clear to her that July was an illness and tomorrow is my regular 3-months diabetes checkup as demanded by the insurance.
I'll have a seriuous word with my GP tomorrow. Not only is it a breach of privacy if she can access my medical data from home but it's also outrageous that she meddles with my appointments which are no business of hers at all.
I'll have a seriuous word with my GP tomorrow. Not only is it a breach of privacy if she can access my medical data from home but it's also outrageous that she meddles with my appointments which are no business of hers at all.
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AKA Shrove Tuesday. I believe it is actually a religious day, but for those of us who are non-religious, it’s mainly an excuse to eat pancakes for supper!
Is it not a thing in the US?
Mardi Gras is a huge thing in Louisiana and some of the coastal areas of Texas, Mississippi, and Alabama, but the celebrations start about two weeks before the lead up to the finale on Fat Tuesday. (Shrove Tuesday.) Over here it's King Cakes instead of pancakes.
I knew of Mardi Gras in New Orleans. (It's often featured in your movies and TV shows, and most of our entertainment comes from you, so how could I not?
) From our mandatory French classes in public school, I even knew it translated to "Fat Tuesday". But I don't think I ever made the connection between it and Shrove Tuesday before Gary mentioned it upthread.Wasn't familiar with these, so I looked them up online. Sounds tasty! I wouldn't mind trying one sometime. (Well, except for the whole "the person who gets the piece with the trinket has to host the next party" thing. If it ended up being in my piece, I'd probably just attempt to swallow it whole and just not let on to anyone...
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I knew of Mardi Gras in New Orleans. (It's often featured in your movies and TV shows, and most of our entertainment comes from you, so how could I not?
Wasn't familiar with these, so I looked them up online. Sounds tasty! I wouldn't mind trying one sometime. (Well, except for the whole "the person who gets the piece with the trinket has to host the next party" thing. If it ended up being in my piece, I'd probably just attempt to swallow it whole and just not let on to anyone...
Yeah, New Orleans Mardi Gras is the biggest by far, but there are parades and fetes all over the state and region. I actually prefer the smaller ones. Less likely to get stepped on/peed on/pick something people do when they are in huge numbers and stinking drunk. Heh.
There are all sorts of ways to make them, too. The most traditional ones are a lot like cinnamon rolls and a bit dryer than the more confectionary ones. You could easily get away with swallowing a bean. Good luck with those plastic babies.
Online multiplayer. Specifically people who advertise the wish to make new friends and then display the opposite behaviour.
I've literally gone through three idiots since Saturday. The crew that I recently joined no longer exists. Which isn't so bad because it was poorly organised. There were a lot of connection issues as well. I honestly had anxiety over logging into the ps4 because the frequent crew chat notifications were driving me nuts.
Then I had to deal with a young guy who turned out to be that breed of player who wonders why my character is female, doesn't really talk/listen in coversation/make a real effort/gives vague orders and instructions, who then wonders why I'm not talking much and then harrases me.
Today, I dealt with another guy who decided to 'play' Red Dead Online and be on the phone at the same time. He told me to wait a few minutes after he'd already idled for long periods at least two or three times.
On the plus side, there were times when I did get stuff done. But I don't like to play for hours on end and neglect eating or having toilet breaks. It shouldn't be that hard to play, let alone connect, with another human being.
I've literally gone through three idiots since Saturday. The crew that I recently joined no longer exists. Which isn't so bad because it was poorly organised. There were a lot of connection issues as well. I honestly had anxiety over logging into the ps4 because the frequent crew chat notifications were driving me nuts.
Then I had to deal with a young guy who turned out to be that breed of player who wonders why my character is female, doesn't really talk/listen in coversation/make a real effort/gives vague orders and instructions, who then wonders why I'm not talking much and then harrases me.
Today, I dealt with another guy who decided to 'play' Red Dead Online and be on the phone at the same time. He told me to wait a few minutes after he'd already idled for long periods at least two or three times.
On the plus side, there were times when I did get stuff done. But I don't like to play for hours on end and neglect eating or having toilet breaks. It shouldn't be that hard to play, let alone connect, with another human being.
When my cellular service goes down and affects not only my phone, but my home security system as well (I don't have a landline, so my security system uses the same cellular provider that my phone does).
And so when I CALL my cellular provider (fortunately, my phone supports WiFi calling, so I can make calls as long as I have internet access) and try to report the problem, at first I have to talk to a fucking computer, then to somebody in a backwater call center whose grasp of the English language is not what I would call "existing". 
And so when I CALL my cellular provider (fortunately, my phone supports WiFi calling, so I can make calls as long as I have internet access) and try to report the problem, at first I have to talk to a fucking computer, then to somebody in a backwater call center whose grasp of the English language is not what I would call "existing".
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If streaming services don't stop showing me ads about cartoon bears singing about how well they wiped, I swear I'm gong to lose it.
I swear, if I ever went to the Bad Place, the only entertainment available to me would be a compilation of Charmin commercials.
I swear, if I ever went to the Bad Place, the only entertainment available to me would be a compilation of Charmin commercials.
Coworkers who have been at the job for years longer than I've been there trying to get me to do their work because they are either too stupid or too lazy to learn how a simple scanner works. I noped right off the desk and went to visit a different department. My supervisor has already told me not to do any of their work, so guess who I listen to.
Gotta do what the boss says.
argh! I've been trying to mount a new HDD on my spare computer for the last 6 hours. It stubbornly refuses to be recognized.
I really hate Linux - it's so uncomfortable to use. On the other hand, I use the spare machine only as storage space for my photos, audiobooks and movies: a slim OS like Linux means all the more space for my stuff.
*sigh* ok, once more: reformat drive to erase data from previous attempts, go to root folder, switch to admin profile (from previous bad experiences the password for that one is a curse), check if new drive shows up in list of connected media, partition drive, check again if the computer finds the new partition, define file system, save settings in special folder (that's where previous attempts failed - apparently there was a wrongly formated sector)and order system to mount the new drive.
[fail and start from step 1...]
I really hate Linux - it's so uncomfortable to use. On the other hand, I use the spare machine only as storage space for my photos, audiobooks and movies: a slim OS like Linux means all the more space for my stuff.
*sigh* ok, once more: reformat drive to erase data from previous attempts, go to root folder, switch to admin profile (from previous bad experiences the password for that one is a curse), check if new drive shows up in list of connected media, partition drive, check again if the computer finds the new partition, define file system, save settings in special folder (that's where previous attempts failed - apparently there was a wrongly formated sector)and order system to mount the new drive.
[fail and start from step 1...]
Good luck.
I'm afraid it didn't work, but thanks all the same 
The new drive stubbornly refuses to be partitioned. I'll take it to my office on Tuesday, wipe it completely clean and set up a partition there, using the professional equipment of our sysAdmins.
The new drive stubbornly refuses to be partitioned. I'll take it to my office on Tuesday, wipe it completely clean and set up a partition there, using the professional equipment of our sysAdmins.
annoying thing today: people who try to cheat their insurance.
It's a stormy day and when I opened the door of my job car the storm forced the door out of my hand and banged it against a colleague's car door. I checked and there was a bump. when I checked again, opening the door carefully and marking the spot where it touched the other car it turnet out that the contact point was more than 1 inch behind the bump. Yet, the colleague claims the bump wasn't there before (I am fairly certain it was. I think I recall having seen it weeks ago). Now it's his word against mine.
Financially it's no problem: in my case the state pays. But the state is the sum of all tax payers and it annoys me that my colleague now propably gets a new door at the cost of everyone.
I do hope the insurance will order an expertise to be made. That will very likely show that it's an old damage.
It's a stormy day and when I opened the door of my job car the storm forced the door out of my hand and banged it against a colleague's car door. I checked and there was a bump. when I checked again, opening the door carefully and marking the spot where it touched the other car it turnet out that the contact point was more than 1 inch behind the bump. Yet, the colleague claims the bump wasn't there before (I am fairly certain it was. I think I recall having seen it weeks ago). Now it's his word against mine.
Financially it's no problem: in my case the state pays. But the state is the sum of all tax payers and it annoys me that my colleague now propably gets a new door at the cost of everyone.
I do hope the insurance will order an expertise to be made. That will very likely show that it's an old damage.
People who don't respect your personal bubble. I hate when I'm at the store, or at Subway trying to order food and someone (who usually smells foul) stands within mere millimeters of me, breathing loudly and heavily. Back the hell up! Jeez!
Fucking HELL, I hate that. My batshit-crazy sister-in-law always walks towards me when she prattles on, and I keep walking backwards--sometimes, I've even pulled a chair out from the table to keep in between us. Not only do I NOT want to hear her bat-shit crazy, ignorant ranting, to top it off, she smells like mold and sweat. That's because she doesn't get naked to shower--she must wear the "magic underwear" her church sells--because it's sinful to be naked. And because she's fucking cheap, she won't buy enough pairs of magic undies, so --well...you can imagine.
And, did I mention she's batshit-crazy?
