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Let the mocking begin. I just talked with the mechanic. He told me what was wrong with my car. The transmission fluid was almost empty and the oil filter was so loose that it was spraying oil everywhere. Other than that, the car is fine.
With most automatic transmissions, you generally aren't supposed to mess with the fluid; it's a closed system. I don't know how anyone would know that fluid is low.
As for the oil filter - did someone put it in wrong the last time your oil was changed? That one is puzzling to me.

The Thing from Beyond the Edge |

See, our systems are a lot more forgiving. As it is, there are a bunch of websites I actually have to use as part of my job, so web access is a necessity. But they don't like walking by and seeing a website that is clearly not job-related.
My supervisor is surprisingly leniant (sp?). We get to use the internet for play quite a bit but we are (somewhat) limited by the filters.
One guy in our shop has made a habit of knowing when another supervisor down the hall is out for the day and when she is out he will print out (non-nude) photos of models and actresses on her color printer using the local intra-net. Then he will place them under a glass sheet that covers his desk. This does not bother our supervisor who is female and it also does not bother the only other female in the shop. (More on this to come...)
We have to use our access cards, which have a photo of our faces, in order to use a computer. This coworker of mine who has a habit of printing out these pictures also has a habit of leaving his card unattended.
One day me and the supervisor were working second shift (although our shop normally only works one shift) whenn we discovered the coworker left his access card when he went home. Then my brain started working. I pulled out from under the glass sheet on his desk a picture of a hot model wearing a bikini and crawling on her hands and knees. I ran off a copy and then carefully cut out the face, even leaving strands of hair covering part of the face. Then, I placed the card with the photo of his face underneath the copied photo and ran off a new copy.
It was a masterpiece. The face was added so well that it looked like a real guy in the middle of a sex change with a masculine face, long hair, hips and boobs. I placed his card and pic in the drawer of his desk and placed the doctored photo under the glass for him to find in the morning. My supervisor...she loved it. I also made extra copies. :)
We all had a great laugh and the other girl (besides the supervisor0 now keeps a copy of the doctored photo under the glass on her desk.

Sharoth |

David Fryer wrote:Let the mocking begin. I just talked with the mechanic. He told me what was wrong with my car. The transmission fluid was almost empty and the oil filter was so loose that it was spraying oil everywhere. Other than that, the car is fine.With most automatic transmissions, you generally aren't supposed to mess with the fluid; it's a closed system. I don't know how anyone would know that fluid is low.
To check the transmition fluid on an automatic transmition, you have to find the "dip stick" to tha transmition fluid, then turn on the car and have it running. Pull it out, clean it off, put it back in and then remove it. That is how you cna check the Automatic Transmition fluid level.
Note - Please double check with your owner's manual before doing this.

Dick Cheney |

Dick Cheney wrote:Do I know you?taig wrote:But the kool-aid is purple flavored...I made it myself.
You should. You passed me over for any appointments. I had to wait out your administration in the House of Representatives. You could have at least made me Undersecretary of something-or-other.
Jerk.

Ronald Reagan |

Ronald Reagan wrote:Dick Cheney wrote:Do I know you?taig wrote:But the kool-aid is purple flavored...I made it myself.You should. You passed me over for any appointments. I had to wait out your administration in the House of Representatives. You could have at least made me Undersecretary of something-or-other.
Jerk.
Oh yeah, you're the twitchy kid with a bad heart.