Topic Author's Original Post - May 25, 2012 - 11:57pm PT
This thread is for us to vent regarding the stupid things that bother us. Things that would make people in 3rd world countries want to cuss us out.
I will start:
Had window seat on the flight from LV to SF today, specifically to look at Eastern Sierra from the air.. Refused to go on an earlier flight because no window sit was available. It ended up being cloudy!!!!!! :`(
how come you have to be some sort of rocket scientist mind meld nerd to operate TV/DVR satellite remotes?
And how come websites have to change their layout every 6 months or so, so you can't find anything?
and how come cars are so damn complicated?
And how come when an automaker designs an engine that works really well, they have to change it 2 years later so that parts don't match and the new engine doesn't work as well as the old one.. substitute engine with every other auto part.
Decided to go to the local pizza shop to get a dough ball today because I was too lazy to make my own in my sweet kitchenaid mixer I got as a wedding gift. Paid $5 for the damn thing, and then waited 25 minutes for some dude in the back to bring it out while the person who readily took my money sat on a bench stool doing nothing all be cause my order was put in as #225 and the orders being brought out were cooked slices.
Went to grocery store and they didn't sell half the ingredients I wanted.
Annoying Gym Climbers?
Short-roping on Eeverest?
We got 5.14 is all?
Bolt-chopping at Fingerloaf?
Alfred E. Neuman is sixty?
The Pope's still Catholic?
The First World is about to be demoted?
My team at work when I ask my manager for the rest of the day off.
JR-"Let me check with LW, can Mike take the rest of the day off?"
LW-"I was actually wondering if I could go home too, it's hot outside"
JR-"Yeah me too, I'd check with MS (his boss) but he already texted me this morning he wasn't gonna make it today"
LW-"Yeah, I have errands to run before rush hour"
Now I just have to wait til tomorrow to go to Lover's Leap. Ugh.
Went to the bathroom at work. On the way back to my office had the desire to get some tea. Because I thought there was tea in my office I passed the kitchen without getting it. Got to my office and couldn’t find any tea there, so had to walk half a rope length back to kitchen to pick some up. Terrible day. It could of been worse though, if we did not have any cookies around here neither.
it's a dry year, and i determined neither to water nor mow my lawn. the lawn includes things like common mallow, peppergrass, dandelion and wood sorrel, all quite edible, so i've let them live their annual cycles and harvested when appropriate. however, the lawn looks a horror. my valley neighbors tend to mind their own business about it. one even got curious about the mallow harvest. but i soon had a steady barrage of caballeros del cespéd come a-knocking, telling me in not very good english that they would be oh so happy to fertilize my lawn for me.
fertilize? with all that good stuff growing in it i need to fertilize?
never mind, my spanish isn't good enough to express the complex issues involved. then a memory came to me. you had to live through the 60s:
¡cuba si! ¡yanqui no!
i dove for the spanish dictionary.
¡pradera si! ¡cespéd no!
i posted this on a small, discreet postage stamp-sized piece of paper next to the front doorknob. i haven't had a knock since.
(look it up, first worlders, you need to get into this.)
They called me [not bad maybe 10 minutes], went to the window to the right of the information booth, the first attendant says and points: turn right, then another right past the elevators. I get to the first window and the attendant is washing down the counter between us with anti-bacteria wash and says” Don’t get near me, I am sick”. I thinking great and you are working here today. Anyway she directs me to the next window, and a second attendant directs me to the phone inside her area and then they make arrangements for tomorrow.Hang up the phone, walk out the door and a different nurse follows behind me, I see one of those wash your hands bottle and put a good amount on my hands then the nurse says “I need that as well”. Jokingly, I say to her about the magazine, she laughed and assume they will take the magazine away.
Will see tomorrow if it is still there.
Fine and dandy, just one of checkups Uncle Sam wants to make sure you are still alive. Thanks for asking.
First World Problem: I have a cool climbing plan for the weekend and supposed to be in Yos to see Alex and Hans break the record on Sunday. My problem is that I do not have any problems to post in this thread at the moment!!! WHAAAAAA!
my mother just called to give me a guilt trip for not driving 8 hours to see my brother's new baby... not realizing i already don't have enough weekends to get in everything i want to do this summer, let alone visit a baby that won't even realize i am there.
Cremation can be $400 if you shop. There are wholesale places that actually do it with layers of middle men. Someone should start an MLM network! Hard to shop if someone close goes. Get a friend or relative to do it for you.
Edward Abbey died on March 14, 1989, at the age of 62, in his home in Tucson, Arizona. His death was due to complications from surgery; he suffered four days of esophageal hemorrhaging, due to esophageal varices, a recurrent problem with one group of veins.
Showing his sense of humor, he left a message for anyone who asked about his final words: "No comment." Abbey also left instructions on what to do with his remains: Abbey wanted his body transported in the bed of a pickup truck, and wished to be buried as soon as possible. He did not want to be embalmed or placed in a coffin. Instead, he preferred to be placed inside of an old sleeping bag, and requested that his friends disregard all state laws concerning burial. "I want my body to help fertilize the growth of a cactus or cliff rose or sagebrush or tree." said the message.
For his funeral, Abbey stated "No formal speeches desired, though the deceased will not interfere if someone feels the urge. But keep it all simple and brief." He requested gunfire and bagpipe music, a cheerful and raucous wake, "[a]nd a flood of beer and booze! Lots of singing, dancing, talking, hollering, laughing, and lovemaking."
A 2003 Outside article described how his friends honored his request:
"The last time Ed smiled was when I told him where he was going to be buried," says Doug Peacock, an environmental crusader in Edward Abbey's inner circle. On March 14, 1989, the day Abbey died from esophageal bleeding at 62, Peacock, along with his friend Jack Loeffler, his father-in-law Tom Cartwright, and his brother-in-law Steve Prescott, wrapped Abbey's body in his blue sleeping bag, packed it with dry ice, and loaded Cactus Ed into Loeffler's Chevy pickup. After stopping at a liquor store in Tucson for five cases of beer, and some whiskey to pour on the grave, they drove off into the desert. The men searched for the right spot the entire next day and finally turned down a long rutted road, drove to the end, and began digging. That night they buried Ed and toasted the life of America's prickliest and most outspoken environmentalist.
Abbey's body was buried in the Cabeza Prieta Desert in Pima County, Arizona, where "you'll never find it." The friends carved a marker on a nearby stone, reading:
In late March, about 200 friends of Abbey's gathered near the Saguaro National Monument near Tucson and held the wake he requested. A second, much larger wake was held in May, just outside his beloved Arches National Park, with such notables as Terry Tempest Williams and Wendell Berry speaking.
First World Problem of the day: Was setting up Fast Track. Went down to my car to write down my license plate. By the time I came up I realized it is also written on my registration. My trip down was unnecessary :` (
Neighbor hates my dog because Loki wants to eat her cat. Talks shiest to me in the morning as her dumb fat cat approaches my dog just beyond her leash just to tease Loki. I swear the cat is asking for it. I am seriously tempted to go for a walk without the leash. It can be fun.
I had 2 Siberians (a black and a red) who were both tied up outside my house. A local roaming cat came to tease the black as she had the day before. Unfortunately, she didn't know that the tease radius for the black fell within the munch radius of the red. I ended up taking that cat to the emergency vet at about 9:00pm, and then ended up paying for it to be euthanized and then a fee to take care of the body. I put up notes around the neighborhood but no one claimed it. It did have a collar but no tags, and it wasn't like a dirty feral kitty. My Siberian was just being the wolf that she was, it was too bad all the way around.
I'm having a tough time posting trip reports of my wannabe weekend warrior adventures because I can't get pictures from my memory cards to my home storage server. I can't do that because I'd have to plug in an Ethernet cable directly to the storage server to change it's IP address, and the darn thing is on the bottom shelf and I'd probably have to crawl on my knees.
I'm pretty anxious about not getting to post up real content.
I'm also not as satisfied as I'd like to be with my google homepage layout.
And damn if they didn't shrink the size of those Odwalla bottles but keep the price almost the same.
And when I go to the climbing gym, they have a $5 minimum credit card fee. So when I buy a Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip organic local cookie, and a Mo Beta Odwalla for the anti-oxidant boost, it only costs $4.75! So now I either have to buy another cookie which is a little more than I want, or another damn Odwalla bottle (which I sorta need since the bottles shrank, but really two is too much) or I have to buy more tape but I already bought some last week and tape is Rob Halford aid. So I've got no damn alternative but to donate 25 cents to the Access Fund to get my total up to $5.
Whenever I go home to visit my parents, it always overlaps with the cleaning people and I have to deal with those two awkward hours of having people clean around me while I try not to act like a spoiled brat.
People who are just sitting in thier cars of store parking lots (WTF are they doing?). People who don't know how or when to use thier parking lights instead of thier headlights. People who get out of thier cars while in the drive-thru.
People who are just sitting in thier cars of store parking lots (WTF are they doing?).
here's one factual answer:
a friend of mine, from calif, has too many kids in her house to have a peaceful converstaion--when she is on the phone they 'swamp' her for:
"will you drive me to town..."
"can you wash this, i need it now..."
she CALLS me from the grocery parking lot, where she has peace to talk for up to two hours...
odd but true... :O
nowwwwwwww you have a one less 'wonder' in the world, as to this...
oh, say, all--
as to 'first world problems'... if i ever get tempted over such,
i quickly remember--focus on GENERAL troubles, common to all, carry on with each day's, thankful for what they are, and all else will fall into place as 'non troubles' in the full
scheme of things...
why the H#LL does walmart have like thirty friggin check out lanes and only THREE open! BAZTURDS!
i have a master's degree that is useless to me
when the internets go down in the middle streaming some good porn
spending the last few months doing nothing but trail running/hiking, mountain biking, surfing and going to the gym - all day everyday - but not being able to afford to take a trip up the mountains to climb
Way too many options on cable- takes forever to scroll thru.
the government won't give me anymore money for doing nothing
having to get a job
i have to pay for health care
forums like this one
watching videos online of people ice climbing ice bergs and not being able to do it
my arms being too tired to paddle out when the waves are peeling cuz i was lifting weights the day before
Is it just me or do they take all the pulp they've removed from the no-pulp juice and dump it in the yes-pulp juice? (I'm ignoring the lots-of-pulp freak juice. I'm pretty sure it's just unpeeled oranges that have gotten the once-over with a hammer.)
Hmm, what else? Oh yeah, I got to watch some lightning last night (rare in these parts) but no thunder! WTF? I want both!
When I did my last cardio workout I forgot to bring my mp3 player. Had to deal with gym music...FML.
Still have a mp3 player, no Ipod, so not cool.. :`(
yeah, i had an ipod until i got dropped down the elevator shaft for 6 stories....got it back and it still worked but was banged up.....then some bimbo dropped it on the road.....started cutting in and out and now it doesn't work at all. i gotta use my freakin' bulky phone to listen to mp3's off of at the gym and while running. so inconvenient.
"it pizzes me off - i HAVE to wear a seat belt..."
No you don't Ron.
Last time I drove my truck it ran just fine without my seat belt on. Is your vehicle different? On the other hand, I'm not going down any road without my seat belt on. Too many other drivers and cars go too fast. Mine included!
You just have to be prepared for the consequences if you don't. Tickets, liability, higher medical bills, senseless deaths, and disabilities.....
Human bodies are not designed for the stresses. vector = force in direction
Maybe they should install some of those diamond interchanges at key locations in Yosemite Valley. Maybe on at the main intersection in front of each village. Imagine how educational it would be for everyone!
i have some interviews next week for full time positions in my field. i *just* started putting out resumes. if i'm so fortunate as to be offered a position i'm not sure if i should take one now or keep looking for a little while. i'm hearing horror stories of long job searches tho, if i'm offered a position i think i should just take it. a job in my field with health benefits and a living wage sounds pretty good right now and i need the experience these offer so i can get to where i want to go next... i'm just not sure if i should look a little farther away first... but i don't think a huge move while i am still grieving is a good idea. i want to be close to familiar things right now.
Take the best job that's offered. While you're earning a living & gaining experience, you can look for another job.
I was told by a recruiter that the folks who currently have jobs are the most valuable candidates, they are valued enough by their current employers to still be working there.
The pool sprung a leak while we were vacationing at June Lake. Lost half the pool water. Had to get a friend to go by the house and stop the leak. Now the refilled pool temperature is only 75 degrees. Damn!!!! Have to put the solar blanket on - it has grass clippings stuck to it. How ever will we be able to entertain properly this weekend? We can't have guests in water cooler than 80 degrees!!
I climbed my first big wall to the top (Lost Arrow Spire Direct) and day-hiked SE Face Direct (IV 5.9+) of Clyde Minaret, but I can't write trip reports about it because I am going for a 2 week vacation north. : (
My stupid smart phone isn't posting pictures, so turned on my iPad and can't get it to work either. Luckily my MacBook came through, cause I was about to have a fit and the tears were starting to build.
When the sloper holds in the gym get greasy 5.11a is often harder. More like a b or god forbid c, and I fall. It makes me feel inferior when the blonde I like is close so I climb all the sloper routes right after the are put up. : )
i am so damn bored, stuck at home forever injured and read soo many damn books and watched soo many damn movies and cant really play video games... or leave my house and do anyhting... where was I, i am SOOO damn bored i am posting on this stupid thread.
Dave Kos, yeah that annoys me too. Why can't they figure out not to put the grey routes next to the dark blue routes. Sometimes when I go to the gym my theme is to only climb yellow and orange routes.
My FWP is that a piece of my tooth came off right at the spot where your tongue sits against the back of your front teeth, and it's annoying as hell and the dentist can't see me until next Wednesday. And of course I don't have dental insurance.
My stupid smart phone isn't posting pictures, so turned on my iPad and can't get it to work either. Luckily my MacBook came through, cause I was about to have a fit and the tears were starting to build.
I'm out of vacation. Used it all up on a ski trip to Whistler, climbing in the Meadow and the Hulk, and taking the family to the Grand Canyon. Now I have to wait a couple of months to take a long weekend with pay....
...walking in the crosswalk, almost got hit by the guy driving his convertible texting through a Red light. I stopped to keep from being hit, and two pedestrians bumped into me from behind because...they were texting!
They seemed pissed because I stopped in front of them. Really?
I got a new car that only has one of those electronic fob things. You keep it in your pocket and the car locks and starts as long as it is near. That really annoyed me. I'm used to trad keys.
But it gets WORSE!
After driving the new car for a few weeks I got so used to the new keyless fob thing that now I'm bummed that I have to use a real key on my truck! It' such a pain in the ass to have to reach up and pull the key out of the ignition and put it in my pocket.
THEN I walked to my front door and it was lock and I had to use a conventional key to unlock it. I feel like a third worlder now because my keyless fob doesn't work on all my locks.
This is a real (underlined) First World Problem.
My tv is on "the box," the one I had to get to keep getting broadcast reception.
I am on the computer, watching the 49er game on the stupid tv.
Aside from the piss-poor, constantly interrupted reception, which is a hallmark of this "improved" method of airing programs, there is a big, big problem.
Every so often, when the interruptions peak, the box switches the program to a Spanish language channel.
What I found is that by turning off the box, I can recover the signal from the NBC affiliate.
BUT I'M MISSING TOUCHDOWNS, not to mention beer and truck commercials.
It's enough to frost my whine glass filled with Merlot, a wine best drunk at ambient temp, maybe slightly chilled.
At least the Niners are looking like they're winning!
Cry me a river on the TV issue brah. Hah, you think you have it bad? Sh#t, I pressed the wrong button on the powerwand and now can't get the damned thing on. AND THE wife is in Hawaii ! Which means that until she gets home to figure it out I have to go upstairs and the TV up there is only 32", doesn't have HD and only gets about 100 cable channels instead of the 900 plus the big one gets.
I want to lodge a protest. Why did the ALDS ballgames stop recording? I did not see the end of 2 ballgames in the playoffs!!! For a woman who shares the same birthday as Derek Jeter, this is a catastrope. Must I stay at home to watch them in real time? SHall I take time off from my job to race home to see the game? Must I stop climbing so that I see the game in real time?
Oh - maybe I need to extend the recording option on the DVR to stop later........Stop Rant. Start New Rant.
Still protesting because I can't record The Voice, Dancing with the Stars and the Playoffs simultaeously. How can one choose between baseball, watching the frenchman exude charisma in motion, and see hopefulls singing their hearts out?
I really hate all the time and trouble it takes to re-balance my portfolio.
I hate having to weigh the advantages and disadvantages of taxable versus non-taxable bond funds.
I hate having to keep a four-figure balance in my checking account in order to collect interest.
I hate waiting for my woman to decide which Caribbean island we are going to this year.
I hate having young women throw themselves at me for my money.
I have a complete collection of Climbing and Rock & Ice that I'm selling.
I really hate not having SLR's problems. And his Climbing Magazines.
Several grocery store owners claim Norway’s dairy conglomerate Tine, which regulates and controls the national market, still isn’t managing to produce enough butter to meet demand. Meanwhile, Tine’s role as market regulator remains under fire, food prices have been confirmed as the highest in Europe, and now the dairy has even landed in trouble over a controversial promotion.
Newspaper Aftenposten reported Wednesday that supplies of butter on grocery store shelves, especially in Oslo, aren’t lasting until the next delivery. Both the NorgesGruppen chain, which owns Kiwi, Spar, Meny, Joker and Ultra stores among others, report they’ve run empty for butter during the run-up to the Christmas holidays.
There was a HUGE freaking line at REI today. And I waited and was 5 minutes late to the dinner owners of the company I work for organized. On the way to the dinner I was nervous because I knew I will be a few minutes late. But when I got there I was one of the first people to arrive and felt stupid. :((
Canadian Strategic Maple Syrup Reserve Theft: Police Close In On Culprits
MONTREAL - There has been a break in the case of a massive maple syrup heist, with police announcing that a months-long multi-jurisdictional search has yielded three arrests and the seizure of millions' worth of stolen sticky stuff.
Three people were nabbed Tuesday in connection with the theft of a large quantity of the national condiment from a warehouse in Quebec.
About 2.7 million kilos of maple syrup, worth up to $18 million, was reported missing after a routine inventory check last summer.
Or, if your preferred unit of measurement is pancakes, the stolen amount would have been enough to dump a one-tablespoon topping on a whopping 183 million flapjacks.
life sucks ---- too wet for bouldering --- should I go surfing tomorrow, or do work around the house that I should do --- Angeles forest is so nice after a good storm.
I might be forced to go to a movie ( that depends on what "she that must be obeyed" says ).
F*#kin' just got the email about our end of the year company lunch, you know, when the boss foots the bill and thanks us for another great year off hard work...
yeah, this year we have to pay for ourselves.
I just completed a 35 million dollar project WTF
For any of Tom Cosgriff's old buddies, I keep in contact with him, and he works for Statoil as an offshore drilling supervisor. Meaning he runs the whole rig. He has a masters in petroleum engineering.
He has been living in Norway for almost 20 years and says it is wonderful. Yeah, things are expensive, but pay is also high and work is easy to find.
He's thinking of moving back to Boulder. He has a 2 week on 2 week off schedule. He can live anywhere in the world, but misses the desert climbs.
I ran out of eggs, need to go to the store on Christmas eve. I wouldn't have to suffer so much if I had a wifi-connected smart fridge that detects the absence of eggs and places an order for delivery on Christmas morning. But the delivery person would probably just come too early and wake me up, or too late and interrupt the kids opening presents. It's so hard to get good service these days.
Had a grip of my gear stolen, truck wrecked, and then got roughed up pretty bad by a bunch of pissed off villagers while on an extended vacation in Peru AND then proceeded to get relentlessly hammered by a whole-freaking slew of internet armchair 3rd world travel experts who know exactly what happened even though they weren't there. It's been a tough week. Where's my Nano Puff? I think I left my Iphone in it and I need to call my Mom.
Thank you for telling us about your night t*r. That's really cute. lol
My evening is not much different. Since I went away for New Year's I promised my mom/grandma to spent some time with them. Highlight of the evening was showing them a video of some TV show host climbing Lost Arrow Spire. Since I climbed it, they wanted to see more details, and this video does an ok job explaining. My mom didn't quite understand what was the point of climbing a wall to the spire, if I had an easy hike to the actual high point of the 'mountain' (Yosemite point). Didn't know how to explain...
I'm really bummed because I don't know if I can do the Red River Gorge in March, the south of France in June and Spain in July and still have time to boulder in the Colorado high country in August. How can life be so cruel?
Okay, I don't really like Sirius radio 'cuz all the stations are lame. But my kids got it for me for Christmas, so I have it again in my Chevy truck. BUT, now it's set to the Pearl Jam station, which is really cool but I am sick of listening to Pearl Jam 'cuz all their songs are the same. But it's too much work to reach up and change the station to something else AND I might not like it as much as Pearl Jam even though I'm now walking around like a zombie humming, "...I've seen the whorled... through the rocking horse of time...."
I was hitchhiking back from Yosemite once (couldn't afford the gas let alone the car), and this Israeli guy gives me a ride (he negotiated for a place to stay). His family would be what we would consider upper class. During the long drive home I'm telling him about the problems I'd had with my moms used portable dishwasher and was asking for his help. (he was in university at the Technion and was also clearly smarter than me). He was unable conceive of the issue or the repair and told me that NO ONE had dishwashers back home. NO ONE. Too expensive. I'm like, "but my mom is poor and has a portable dishwasher....uhhh. " It made me consider the US standard of living.
I'm a telecommuter, and had to suffer through a few minutes of boredom, waiting for a file from another telecommuting co-worker, because her Internet connection drops when she uses her microwave. Upgrade your home wireless router already. Sheesh.
I just moved to LA, and the best climbing gym near my house is small, poorly ventilated, and chalk-dust fills the air. I have to wait for weekends or rearrange my weekday schedule to climb outside in beautiful sunshine and clean air.
Saw a TV ad for a pancake pan, looks like an oversized "camping pie" iron...the pitch includes shots of the DISASTERS that can occur while trying to use a spatula to flip pancakes....this gizmo, you flip THE WHOLE PAN....
Another FWP.....the cat doesn't like dry food so has to be fed canned....
Had to wait an HOUR in a HOT waiting room to see my doctor
That is for sure a first world problem. Two weeks ago, I had to walk three blocks in the searing heat to the ER in David, Panama. Cool, comfortable AC inside, and I only had to wait ten minutes to see the doctor. Total time spent, one hour. Total cost, thirty dollars.
Getting my heart rate monitor on my running watch to work correctly. Arrrgh...without it working correctly it doesn't calculate expended calories correctly. Am I going to have to wear my GPS watch with HRM (which isn't working correctly) with my Polar Heart Rate Monitor only watch???????? Maybe if I just shut my pie hole more I wouldn't have to worry about expended calories.
:) I want my iPhone to work. Plus the new grass I planted isn't coming in. I also deeply wish my neighbor's kids would stop trampling my garden. The big one is... I really hope my kid would sleep in tomorrow.
Yes, I am also happy. These are more entertaining than "real issues."
Wanting a third chain ring for my road bike that was custom made in Italy, and has specially fitted for-my-hands Campi components and finding out that it may need to be fussed with somewhat to get the extra chain ring on. Oy Vey...and looks like it might cost close to a grand! All this so I don't have to huff and puff so much going up steeper grades. Age is a b***it....ch.
But she's my baby so ... it will probably be done...
Isn't picking, washing, sorting, and boxing processing enough? I guess not. Now, that label needs a sticker on it, too.
Chiquita Banana stickers were fun. And you didn't have to peel the sticker off if you didn't feel like it because nobody ever eats the banana peel.
Now, I suspect because the cashier can no longer be bothered to know the difference between a Poblano Chile and a potato, a grocer who sells produce without stickers stuck to it stands a good chance of going broke.
A car holding up traffic going into the parking garage because they are waiting for a car to back out that is closer to the gym entry ....and it's not a handicapped spot. ARRRGH. I guess burning a calorie only counts inside the gym.
Susan (who found a buncha spots on the next level)
I'm thirsty and the cup of water is at least 12 inches farther than I can reach from my seat. I might be hungry too and can't decide between M&Ms or a frozen pizza. I ran out of my home delivery organic produce except for the lemons.
Now, I suspect because the cashier can no longer be bothered to know the difference between a Poblano Chile and a potato, a grocer who sells produce without stickers stuck to it stands a good chance of going broke.
Correct. A mainline grocery store stocks between 200-500 produce items. They aren't marked and heretofore there was no universal numbering system. So retailer invented their own numbering scheme, bananas but be code #1, plums code #2.
Memorizing that sh#t was part of the job.
But who can remember the code for a japanese cuycumber??? HUH???
So we added things to the computer systems to help them remember. And then, hiring a journeyperson cashier from Vons for example, meant you STILL have to retrain him to learn the new codes.
So the grocery industry invented a numbering scheme all could use... bananas are code 4011, for eample.
Then we invented a tiny bar code symboloty that allowed us to affix small labels to the produce items, then we began requiring the packers and shippers to affix those labels - viola, we can now scan produce.
So what did we do with the extra time? I mean, if each transaction goes faster and we have to train less, what do we do with the time saved?
Answer: install self check out lanes too and then fire half of the cashier staff.
I work for a different nurse today and have to sit next to a refrigerator. There are a lot of goodies in there, including chocolate tiramisu, two kinds of cheese, and much more. Trying to lose a few extra pounds, and this stuff is not helping.
the "basic package" is just now encrypted, but the box they sent doesn't work... blows the local repeater out of the water and takes down the internet...
calling Comcast is a joke, waited 2.5 hours and didn't get through... last time this happened they said "nothing was wrong" while I watched the power levels to the modem slowly creep up, didn't expect anything different this time...
so I went out and got an antenna, pointed it at the Sutro Tower, and now I can receive more than the basic package without paying for it...
the joy is going to the Comcast store and canceling the basic TV, keeping the internet service...
Completing a 26 mile mountain bike trek with a 9 mile road descent through Arches National Park with speeds around 25 MPH.
Returning to the car and finding out my front wheel was never completely locked in.
That must count for 8 lives.
I need an infrared usb device (blaster not receiver) that controls my dish network box from Windows media center in windows 7. Very annoying trying to find such a simple device. I have the rest of the stuff to load the signal into Windows.
This way I can watch dish network from my smartphone anywhere I get a signal.. since my smartphone can control my computer.
First World Problems - that popped into my brain during a very stressful day when:
1) New floaters in left eye - emergency eye appointment wrecked my achedule at work. Verdict - normal aging
2) Took 2 hours to go 8 miles across town to private dance lesson. THe water main was broken, and I was stuck in that traffic.
3) My husband was alone at the dance lesson with the "blonde", young dance instructor.
4) The man in the 4 day old truck fell asleep while in the traffic jam. His truck rear-ended my car - and I was pushed into the car ahead of me. All 3 cars were fine. All people fine - except the major inconvenience of not moving for nearly 2 hours.
5) While driving home from dinner after the private dance lesson (which I missed leaving my 56 year old husband alone with the 30 year old blonde), I discovered that I left my $500 reading glasses with the photosensitive, anti-scratch surface at the restaurant. Had to return to the resaurant to collect the forgotten glasses.
So you just want to design and remodel your own house which you own.
So the building department won’t let you build it unless you pay them $4,000 and also hire an engineer for $4,000 because they discovered a small inactive earthquake fault a quarter-mile from your house.
The building department won’t sign off your building permit unless you have half-a-dozen smoke alarms which the insurance lobbyists write into the building code.
After your job is completed, spiders make their invisible webs in the new ceilings. One spider crawls inside each smoke alarm and makes a nest.
At 5.15 am this morning, a spider farts inside a smoke alarm, setting all of the alarms off.
You have to get up and shut the breaker off, but the alarms are still going off because the insurance code fixed it so all the alarms have battery back up.
As usual, the alarms continue to beep even without power and batteries. As usual, you have to totally disconnect several alarms to make it quiet again for your wife and two sleeping kids.
You are thinking: I sure am glad they put radioactive Americium 241 in these devices for my protection, how thoughtful of them.
Now your oatmeal and coffee are all stone cold and you will be late for work as a bonus.
I second Gene's nomination of rrider's worthy polemic.
I can't believe I went to the building dept yesterday and didn't feel my
blood pressure go up more than 30 or 40 points. Good thing I was only
after a permit for a new panel which has already been done for a year (shhhh).
Of course the reason I need the permit is so Edison will come out and run
new wires to replace the ones THE FUKKING SQUIRRELS HAVE BEEN CHEWING ON!!!
^^^^^^^^OMGthe pink crap has reached Southern California? Oh no. In Bishop a few weeks ago....and there was the pink .... Oy vey. It's taken over the Bay Area.
I wrote a letter to the district manager and got a polite response with a card for a free drink. Not exactly what I inquired about.
The place I bought in Playa del Carmen, Well...My ocean view is partially obstructed by a giant palm tree. The real problem is finding a trustworthy person to housesit my place in Montana in the winter and someone to watch over my place in Mexico in the summer...
I live in the U.S. so I wouldn't know about the first world. Isn't that like Sweden or someplace?
I am just trying to keep from losing my crib, having to live under a bridge and not get shot (by a policeman).
I just pulled my last box of Kodak Tmax 100 Readyload out of the freezer. They stopped making a while back. After this, I will have load the film backs myself. That means more dust. That means more spotting. Dust appears in the sky proportionate to how good the image is. Better image, more dust.
I hate you Kodak!!!!! (even if it was actually Polaroids fault)
PS Edwal stopped making my film developer. Now I am having to test developers for the first time in 20 years. AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Got a 30 dollar refund check from State Farm, How bogus...Do they really think I'm going to drive 2 miles to the bank? Just to cash a lousy 30 dollar check...Oh the humanity....They will be hearing from me...mark my words..
I've been wearing my old ski socks lately the ones that come up to the knee. I don't ski anymore and I only wear my logging boots when I go to The City so they don't get used much and I figure they stimulate my leg nerves (in an unpleasant way, but sub-pain sensation is good!) and I can walk around in my bathrobe dude abiding till its time for my noon day nap!
They have software that sticks it to you like that, automatically. Its like raising the price of bottled water in advance of a big storm... gotchya. Take a 10-day'weather-feed', run a series demand simulation algorithms (pioneered from game theory by, you guessed it, the airlines), toss out the highs and lows, average the rest and figure out how many cases of water you can move at any given price point / profit margin and voila, your investors are assured you are charging as much as you can without hurt over all sales.
These demand patterns apply to the 2nd and 3rd world too. They also get used in science, for things like climate predictions ;)
Speaking of which, my work gives me a stupid HP Elitebook 8570w, which I personally upgraded to 32GB ram and 128GB solid state hard disk. I'm using Ubuntu as the host with various virtualbox virtual machines (WinXP, Win7, CentOS), but still...
Why can't my work just give me a MacBook Air? If that's not a problem, I don't know what is.
Rather than go crazy waiting on another gross, unhelpful, government automatic phone-answering-menu-program, I decided to visit the office in person. By some miracle, the nearest Social Security office was only 15 miles away in Eureka.
Wow…Before I can get from the parking lot to the door handle, the door in the security mirror-glassed (-they can see out; cain’t nobody see in-) storefront wall opens and an armed (Social) Security guard comes out to greet me. This instantly makes me think to myself: ‘oh, you mean the AntiSocial, InSecurity Administration…’ And the first thing he says to me is: do you have any weapons on you. I hold out my tiny pocket knife which he instructs me to leave in my vehicle.
Entering the building I find myself in a classroom-sized area, and am standing in front of about 20 haggard people in fixed chairs, all staring at me like I was some unpopular teacher. I size up the crowd and utter an audible ‘whoah...’ , looking around awkwardly in the absence of any helpful signage, having no clue of what to do until I notice I am standing next to a kiosk with a large upright touch-screen that proclaims: ENTER YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER HERE. The government in its infinite wisdom has oriented all the chairs so that they face away from the office windows at the back of the room where people can talk to an agent. Every chair faces the exterior window-wall for a view of the parking lot. So I am forced to stand before this crowd and type-in my social security number on an OVERSIZED keyboard (ADA-Compliant...of course) that faces the crowd. This totally allows anyone in the crowd to be able to see my number, if that is what they are there for.
On the wall above is the only sign in the whole room. It is a large government banner which reads: Save Time…GO ONLINE www social security dot gov. (!) (!!) My Bullshit Meter is approaching redline now because… the other reason I need to talk to SS in-person is that possibly my SS# has already been hijacked, since I have stopped receiving their notification letters. I especially do not want to give it out online anymore, after recently getting computer viruses from clever counterfeit security-program-update pop-up windows, which duped me, even while I’m supposedly being protected by a brand new security program installed by a reputable local shop.
I have now been sitting here for 30 minutes, and am having to listen to some loud croaking jail skank in the next row motor-mouthing about everything from handcuffs to hand grenades. Time to cue the music: the Rooftop Singers’ Walk Right In Sit Right Down (http://youtu.be/8hpPuFnq85A);.
The entire wait area is tastefully color-schemed in at least 4 of the exact colors on the US paper dollar. If that is supposed to be subtle mood-enhancing interior design psychology, it sure fails with me. I begin scrutinizing the pattern of the tiled floor, but my carpenter eye absolutely cannot detect any design in the application of the 3 colors of large floor tiles. They have been laid down in a true random pattern, I’d guess by computer-design, or possibly by a true artist. It occurs to me that this storefront office space in this mini-mall might have originated as a bank.
It is Tuesday afternoon, and only 2 out of 5 clerk windows are being used. They must’ve known I was coming. I’ve been here 45 minutes now.
They just closed one window; now there is only one window left. A college student in my row who has been waiting almost 2 hours, is standing up, trying to decide whether it is better to just quit and leave, or whether she should hang in here and miss one more class, since it won’t be any different if she tries any other day.
I’ve been here 1 hour. The air conditioning system in the ceiling has been continuously whooshing loudly, and seems to offer a welcome hypnotic buffer to the oppressive atmosphere of dysfunction that afflicts us. I think to myself: this is where efficiency and good works come to die. The government is now so completely overwhelmed in the running of its tax-money-based programs (i.e. unemployment benefits and social security), that I refuse do business by phone, for fear of succumbing to old age or insanity. This is government passive manipulation, because I’m being insidiously forced to do just what it wants me to do, even though I do not believe in this system’s integrity. To save face, it pretends that you can still try to use the telephone, as in the past, but government is obviously desperate to get everyone to want to DO EVERYTHING ONLINE, where it is so much easier to mask dysfunction with mysterious unaccountability, yet all us shills can be tracked and traced.
Now it is at 1 hour 15 minutes. I gaze up at the ceiling surveillance camera and casually flip it off while rubbing my temple. I picture an imaginary sign on the wall: ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER. I notice they only announce your wait ticket once. The person next to me in a back brace can’t sit comfortably in their chair for more than 8 minutes, but has to wait in here or miss their turn. When I leave I will ask the guard if I can bring my sleeping bag on my next attempt here; there is adequate floor space and it is actually quite clean.
1 hour 30 minutes. This office closes in about an hour. I think my only chance is if some poor souls ahead of me become exasperated, run out of time, and drop out, giving the remaining pack a chance to be served before closing time. When the guard makes his next rounds, I inquire, and he assures me that all present will be seen even after the doors close at 3 o’clock. Well, that’s pretty fair. Several parents are here with their young future Bill-And-Tax-Payers, to help sign them up. One worn-looking mom receives a wonderful hair massage from a cool daughter.
Then suddenly the second window opens again, and the college student gets her interview. Within 5 minutes, I am finally granted my interview, thanks to 2 no-shows. I present my situation to the clerk: Am I still on their roles, and if so, will I really only qualify for $400 a month if I retire “early” at 62, like they last reported in 2010? He can’t really explain why they quit sending me statements, other than to shrug and say something like, ‘well, sorry, that’s just some stuff that’s getting all straightened out now…’ But he does give me a little printout called Benefit Matrix that shows I can expect to receive a more live-able amount of retirement than what I had feared, if I choose to retire at the earliest opportunity in August 2015.
It seemed like a joke when I read about the extra dollars-a-month I am promised if I wait until age 66, and keep working and paying into the system until June 2019. And I actually laughed when he began talking about what I would get if I keep working until age 70. Ha, if I am still alive in 2023, I sure won’t be pulling down big wages from carpentry. But he tried to assure me that the rates on the Benefit Matrix wouldn’t go back down again. I gave him an honest look and said, ‘yeah…unless the government suffers some kind of new problem. Or something.’ His expression quietly acknowledged and understood my lack of trust. Congenial man with tact. Total final elapsed time 1 hour 45 minutes. I felt as good as I could, considering my status as a relatively privileged person living in what could be called a decadent society at best...
rrider, would you be willing to share what the difference between what you will get retiring early and what you will get if you waited until you were 65? I have a friend in the same situation and I am trying to help him figure out what to do. Thanks..
John ^ ^, I tried twice now sending you a SuperTopo personal message, and you haven’t responded (nor have 3 other supertopo folks in the last 2 weeks) so I will now have to assume that the SuperTopo private message feature is GONE, which is mostdef a First World Problem hah. Sorry to have to bump this for that reason. Anyway, to answer your question above, the difference is $326 (although I have to last till 66, not 65), which is nothing to sneeze at -it's just that I resent the aspect of gambling for my own money with my own longevity.
Aston Martin is recalling all 17,000 cars it has built since 2008 because a
Chinese company substituted some cheap chinese plastic in place of the
specified Dupont for an integral part of the accelerator pedal. And you
know that pedal is imnportant to Aston owners.
There are reports of widespread wailing and gnashing of teeth right across
Beverly Hills as owners realize that they will have to drive the Bentley for
a week, or more!
I have to work for a whole month before I leave for Mexico again, Locals are always confusing me for Antonio Banderas, For which I politely say "Yes...Yes I am". Wife needs to time her "Spray-on-tan" just right so she looks "Smoking Hot"...
the other guy.
my friends get new trucks.
my coworkers get new trucks.
my neighbor gets a new hotrod truck.
i get a shiny new toyota emblem plastered to my truck,s trailer hitch and a can o krylon to touch up the scratch.
Serving Temperature Guide
Craft Beer Introduction May 18, 2005
Written by RateBeer
Santa Rosa, CALIFORNIA -
With all the different styles found in the world of beer, the question of serving temperature comes up fairly often. There are, however, very few absolute truths when it comes to proper serving temperature. Individual drinkers will have individual preferences and these might vary quite a bit from the generally accepted norms. So mainly this guide will focus on the accepted norms, and you as the drinker can take them to heart to any degree you wish.
The first thing that should be addressed, however, are two very common myths. The first is that beer needs to be served very cold. The macrobrewers want you to believe this, and here’s why. The sensation of coldness inhibits the tongue’s taste receptors. Since macrobrews started positioning their products based on any feature they could imagine besides taste, the need to neutralize taste became important. An alcohol delivery system doesn’t need taste. In fact, taste usually gets in the way. A cold refresher could be anything, and in fact alternatives like soda, iced tea or water generally have a less offensive taste than macrobrew. So again, numbing those tastebuds is important. As for what beer marketers mean when they say a beer “has a cold taste”, your guess is as good as ours. So no, beer doesn’t not need to be near frozen. Good beer in fact should not be near frozen.
The other myth is that English beer is served at room temperature, or “warm”. It’s not. It is served at cellar temperature, which is between 12-14C. Room temperature is 21C. That’s a big difference.
Beer is best served in between “ice cold” and room temperature. There are a lot of generalization made about beers of different colours, most of which are false. However, when it comes to temperature, colour seems to make a big difference. Lighter-coloured beers are generally best served cold. At the warmest end are the big, dark beers like Quadrupels, Imperial Stouts and Barley Wines. At cellar temperature are English-style beers and in the middle is just about everything else.
Very cold (0-4C/32-39F): Any beer you don’t actually want to taste. Pale Lager, Malt Liquor, Canadian-style Golden Ale and Cream Ale, Low Alcohol, Canadian, American or Scandinavian-style Cider.
Cold (4-7C/39-45F): Hefeweizen, Kristalweizen, Kölsch, Premium Lager, Pilsner, Classic German Pilsner, Fruit Beer, brewpub-style Golden Ale, European Strong Lager, Berliner Weisse, Belgian White, American Dark Lager, sweetened Fruit Lambics and Gueuzes, Duvel-types
Cool (8-12C/45-54F): American Pale Ale, Amber Ale, California Common, Dunkelweizen, Sweet Stout, Stout, Dry Stout, Porter, English-style Golden Ale, unsweetened Fruit Lambics and Gueuzes, Faro, Belgian Ale, Bohemian Pilsner, Dunkel, Dortmunder/Helles, Vienna, Schwarzbier, Smoked, Altbier, Tripel, Irish Ale, French or Spanish-style Cider
Cellar (12-14C/54-57F): Bitter, Premium Bitter, Brown Ale, India Pale Ale, English Pale Ale, English Strong Ale, Old Ale, Saison, Unblended Lambic, Flemish Sour Ale, Bière de Garde, Baltic Porter, Abbey Dubbel, Belgian Strong Ale, Weizen Bock, Bock, Foreign Stout, Zwickel/Keller/Landbier, Scottish Ale, Scotch Ale, American Strong Ale, Mild, English-style Cider
per Anita; I was at the grocery. In one area there was "flat leaf parsley" but in another spot was "italian parsley". I couldn't figure out which was right and I left. The Carbonara was horrible that night.
The wife was complaining the other night that she was too hot, implying my 72 degree setting was not cool enough. I was the as#@&%e for reminding her that most folks around here don't even have AC and making her feel bad.