It is 85 degrees in here.
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It is 85 degrees in here.
You sure it is 85 degree angle?
I think it's more like 75...
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Ah, well, half-truths averted. Impus Minor wants to be able to go to campus if he feels like it and hang out with his friends, so he'll take the 2 unexcused absences. The school'll call me. And I'll give them my new favorite answer: "He's over 18. It's not my business any more. Shouldn't you be calling him?"
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Drejk doing groceries, part 1, awkwardly funny.
I went to get some food (Express Oriental, Asian-style food sold by weight, you can mix and match from multiple dishes available, yummy) and some groceries.
On my went for groceries I was passed by a random woman whose combination of weight, figure, and hair color turned my thoughts to an acquaintance who lives somewhere near-ish the mall I went to and made me wonder if I'd actually recognize her if I run into her.
And a few dozen minutes later I saw her talking on her phone and getting her groceries in the shopping mall...
I waved to her, she saw me, waved back, and then we greeted each other somehow awkwardly and exchanged default pleasantries You know, a typical of two introverts (at least I guess from her behavior that she is introvert as well) unprepared for meeting someone they know and related social interaction.
On my side the awkwardness was enhanced by the fact the last time we interacted was two years ago when she was organizing the funeral of her suddenly deceased partner (I think I mentioned that here, he chocked during an epileptic seizure when being alone).
It is 85 degrees in here.
Some pretty serious Freemasons you have there, in that case.
Some pretty serious Freemasons you have there, in that case.It is 85 degrees in here.
Wait, masonry? It looked definitely organic to me...
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Drejk doing groceries, part 2, old(ish) man yells at clouds.
When I really-really old (maybe when I reach Freehold's NobodsyHome age), I will probably start filling complains at shops for misleading labeling as my old-man's-hobby.
For the context: in Poland shops are legally obliged to use easily read and clear labels next to the offered products to the point when when faced with wrongly labeled product you can demand for it to be sold for the presented price. A customer protection office can also fine them for notorious use of gravely misleading labels, both when it comes to their content and placement.
I saw a bunch of varied milk shakes with a single price present - but I noticed that some of them are from completely different category—protein shakes—that normally is more expensive than the rest. I took them to the price checking scanner and learned that I was right being suspicious, because they were sold at a different price.
For now I have not yet reached the point of being willing to file formal complaint over that. Yet.
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Drejk doing groceries, part 2, old(ish) man yells at clouds.
When I really-really old (maybe when I reach
Freehold'sNobodsyHome age), I will probably start filling complains at shops for misleading labeling as my old-man's-hobby.For the context: in Poland shops are legally obliged to use easily read and clear labels next to the offered products to the point when when faced with wrongly labeled product you can demand for it to be sold for the presented price. A customer protection office can also fine them for notorious use of gravely misleading labels, both when it comes to their content and placement.
I saw a bunch of varied milk shakes with a single price present - but I noticed that some of them are from completely different category—protein shakes—that normally is more expensive than the rest. I took them to the price checking scanner and learned that I was right being suspicious, because they were sold at a different price.
For now I have not yet reached the point of being willing to file formal complaint over that. Yet.
Interesting.
In the U.S. they avoid this by putting price stickers on every single item in the store. Incredibly wasteful, but it avoids any, "But I didn't know the price!" arguments.
But yeah, if it looked intentional that they'd put higher-priced protein shakes in with the lower-priced shakes, you're right. I'd've taken a picture and turned 'em in. 'Cause I'm old and crotchety.
Drejk doing groceries, part 2, old(ish) man yells at clouds.
When I really-really old (maybe when I reach
Freehold'sNobodsyHome age), I will probably start filling complains at shops for misleading labeling as my old-man's-hobby.For the context: in Poland shops are legally obliged to use easily read and clear labels next to the offered products to the point when when faced with wrongly labeled product you can demand for it to be sold for the presented price. A customer protection office can also fine them for notorious use of gravely misleading labels, both when it comes to their content and placement.
I saw a bunch of varied milk shakes with a single price present - but I noticed that some of them are from completely different category—protein shakes—that normally is more expensive than the rest. I took them to the price checking scanner and learned that I was right being suspicious, because they were sold at a different price.
For now I have not yet reached the point of being willing to file formal complaint over that. Yet.
Interesting.
In the U.S. they avoid this by putting price stickers on every single item in the store. Incredibly wasteful, but it avoids any, "But I didn't know the price!" arguments.
It really varies between shops and even products. In this case it was "hypermarket" (a legal category, supermarkets are 400 to 2499 square meters, hypermarkets are 2500+ square meters) with tons of merchandise lying around, and in some cases tons of the exactly the same product, so putting a price tag on every package would be a terrible waste of workhours. The shop tags are only by the shop staff on products that are packaged in the shop (like most meats and cheese). The products that are in the manufacturer's packaging have their original bar code that can be checked at price scanners and otherwise rely on being placed on (usually) correctly marked shelves.
But yeah, if it looked intentional that they'd put higher-priced protein shakes in with the lower-priced shakes, you're right. I'd've taken a picture and turned 'em in. 'Cause I'm old and crotchety.
I suspect that was merely a blunder by the person that put it there. They were made by the same producer and look very much alike. The promotional price of regular shakes was 3.0 (they might have costed something like 3.19, 3.29 or maybe 3.59 normally), the "protein" shakes (really just a milk shake with some extra proteins) go for 3.89.
Wait, masonry? It looked definitely organic to me...Some pretty serious Freemasons you have there, in that case.It is 85 degrees in here.
Speaking of masonry, I'll get to teach myself how to do that at some point in the next few weeks.
Drejk doing groceries, part 1, awkwardly funny.
I went to get some food (Express Oriental, Asian-style food sold by weight, you can mix and match from multiple dishes available, yummy) and some groceries.
On my went for groceries I was passed by a random woman whose combination of weight, figure, and hair color turned my thoughts to an acquaintance who lives somewhere near-ish the mall I went to and made me wonder if I'd actually recognize her if I run into her.
And a few dozen minutes later I saw her talking on her phone and getting her groceries in the shopping mall...
I waved to her, she saw me, waved back, and then we greeted each other somehow awkwardly and exchanged default pleasantries You know, a typical of two introverts (at least I guess from her behavior that she is introvert as well) unprepared for meeting someone they know and related social interaction.
On my side the awkwardness was enhanced by the fact the last time we interacted was two years ago when she was organizing the funeral of her suddenly deceased partner (I think I mentioned that here, he chocked during an epileptic seizure when being alone).
Go drejk!
Wait, masonry? It looked definitely organic to me...Some pretty serious Freemasons you have there, in that case.It is 85 degrees in here.
Hey. What have you heard?
85 Degrees is a good bakery.
98 degrees is a boy band.
That explains a lot.
it was 100 degrees today!
Are you sleeping, are you sleeping,
Brother John, Brother John?
Ring the Matins bell! Ring the Matins bell!
Ding ding dong, ding ding dong.
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Had another guy ask me where I'm from. Again, just out of the blue. Checked him in, he says "Where you from?" I didn't say "captain yesterday's mom", but just gave my usual vague "Oh, we moved around a lot. Don't really have a hometown." But he kept pushing, "You gotta be from somewhere." The more I tried to brush off the question, the more he kept pushing. Finally I just looked him in the eyes and said "I don't want to talk about it.", and he got walked away in a huff. So I guess him prying into a stranger's life is fine, but that stranger refusing to talk about it is rude.
What a prick.
Under circumstances like that (usually when he was behind the bar), Frank would just look the customer dead in the eye and say, "That's classified."
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Had another guy ask me where I'm from. Again, just out of the blue. Checked him in, he says "Where you from?" I didn't say "captain yesterday's mom", but just gave my usual vague "Oh, we moved around a lot. Don't really have a hometown." But he kept pushing, "You gotta be from somewhere." The more I tried to brush off the question, the more he kept pushing. Finally I just looked him in the eyes and said "I don't want to talk about it.", and he got walked away in a huff. So I guess him prying into a stranger's life is fine, but that stranger refusing to talk about it is rude.
What a prick.
Next time just say "America! Where are you from?" Suspiciously.
Had another guy ask me where I'm from. Again, just out of the blue. Checked him in, he says "Where you from?" I didn't say "captain yesterday's mom", but just gave my usual vague "Oh, we moved around a lot. Don't really have a hometown." But he kept pushing, "You gotta be from somewhere." The more I tried to brush off the question, the more he kept pushing. Finally I just looked him in the eyes and said "I don't want to talk about it.", and he got walked away in a huff. So I guess him prying into a stranger's life is fine, but that stranger refusing to talk about it is rude.
What a prick.
its such a weird thing that that is considered a part of polite conversation.
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I was aghast when the government sent me 8 COVID tests and Impus Minor's school sent home another 8, so in the "waning moments" of COVID I was sitting around with 16 take-home tests, figuring they'd all expire long before I needed them.
Turns out I was premature.
For Impus Major's stress test, he needed a photo of a negative COVID test. Check.
For Impus Minor's prom, he needed a negative COVID test. Check.
Impus Major brought home a significant illness from Santa Cruz (he hit 102.6°F yesterday), so just in case we gave him a COVID test. Negative, so we didn't have to self-isolate. Check.
Turns out these things are pretty darned handy.
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I was aghast when the government sent me 8 COVID tests and Impus Minor's school sent home another 8, so in the "waning moments" of COVID I was sitting around with 16 take-home tests, figuring they'd all expire long before I needed them.
Turns out I was premature.
For Impus Major's stress test, he needed a photo of a negative COVID test. Check.
For Impus Minor's prom, he needed a negative COVID test. Check.
Impus Major brought home a significant illness from Santa Cruz (he hit 102.6°F yesterday), so just in case we gave him a COVID test. Negative, so we didn't have to self-isolate. Check.
Turns out these things are pretty darned handy.
Yeah, Dallas is going through yet another resurgence, so we've burned through a bunch due to close contacts and work/school requirements.
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Oh, my.
If you were planning on visiting the Bay Area, you might want to hold off.
I was taking over a cat rearrangement operation for Impus Major because he's sick, but his friend just texted that she's even sicker than Impus Major.
So something nasty's going around that's not COVID.
Whee?
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Jesus christ that's a high temperature.
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Oh, my.
If you were planning on visiting the Bay Area, you might want to hold off.
I was taking over a cat rearrangement operation for Impus Major because he's sick, but his friend just texted that she's even sicker than Impus Major.
So something nasty's going around that's not COVID.
Whee?
Yeah, now that Mom and Eve are on the East Coast, a Bay Area trip is much less likely. Our only plans this summer are to visit WW's sister, bro-in-law and their five boys in Burlington on the way to Maine.
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Oh, my.
If you were planning on visiting the Bay Area, you might want to hold off.
I was taking over a cat rearrangement operation for Impus Major because he's sick, but his friend just texted that she's even sicker than Impus Major.
So something nasty's going around that's not COVID.
Whee?
Impus pox?
Jesus christ that's a high temperature.
You are clearly from a very different family.
Hitting 102°F is a "once every couple of years" experience.
Hitting 103°F is about a "once every 5-10 years" experience (admittedly the only time I've gotten that high since my 20s was my two bouts with the flu a few years ago).
It's not until you talk about 104°F+ that I start thinking back and saying, "Yeah, there was that ONE time..." (Santa Cruz in the 1990s... hit 104.5°F and the group was on, "His temp comes down in an hour or we take him to the hospital" mode.)
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Also, I am delighted to be able to listen to 'All The Things We Said' by 'TAtu' again.
Delighted!
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Oh, my.
If you were planning on visiting the Bay Area, you might want to hold off.
I was taking over a cat rearrangement operation for Impus Major because he's sick, but his friend just texted that she's even sicker than Impus Major.
So something nasty's going around that's not COVID.
Whee?
Hope l'Impus is on the mend, but... cat rearrangement operation?
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Also, I am delighted to be able to listen to 'All The Things We Said' by 'TAtu' again.
Delighted!
When The Adult Kid was about 15 she loved TAtu. She turns 30 later this week. Maybe I should remind her of her former musical tastes...
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...I was taking over a cat rearrangement operation for Impus Major because he's sick...Hope l'Impus is on the mend, but... cat rearrangement operation?
As far as I know, Impus Major's friend lives in Oakland, but rents a place in Concord (about 30 miles away) for the school semester and brings her cat with her. So said cat needs to be moved between the two houses. Public transportation is absolutely, positively not an option for this, and she doesn't own a car, so she needs someone to drive her and her cat from one house to the other twice a year.
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Alternatively:
Plat
ti
jübes, jübes, jübes,
Push Prince Andrew, shake a Queen, etc.
♫ Nod brave hour spacious bream ♫
♫ Prawns sieve the global spleen ♫
♫ Cods lathe sour cream ♫
♫ Mend lures, kick boars for us ♫
♫ Nappys sure smell, worn thus ♫
♫ Strong brews rain from thy truss ♫
♫ Sod making Queen ♫
Did I do it right? Gotta practice for my show in Dublin. I know they love the royal family there.
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Three weeks ago I started a project of building 6 walls by myself and helping Firefighter Curt install 9 steps the same day former coworker and his guy started a project of two tiered walls and theee small patios.
I wrapped up my job last Friday. They wrapped up their job yesterday.
So why did his take longer despite having an extra person and being significantly smaller?
Former Coworker used neither of those things and ended up building and rebuilding his project way more than once trying to get everything lined up precisely (and it still wasn't lined up precisely in the end).
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Meanwhile, I've begun finishing up my project I started last fall that will be in all the stonework catalogs and magazines this fall.
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You have to love it when major departments screw up their processes.
I don't know how many of you have to go through procurement, but it's basically, "Go to an internal company web site, order the stuff you need, your manager approves it, and it gets shipped to you."
There's no shopping for the best price, or making selections; if you search for a mouse, you can order the *one* company-approved mouse. And so forth.
So my manager approved a new laptop, I ordered it, and it got shipped to me.
This morning I got an email: "The supplier has over-billed for the product. Please resolve this."
Er... I'm not involved in the billing process at all. The email gives me links to review the invoice, the payment information, and so forth, but I can't see any of them because I don't have permission. Rank-and-file employees have nothing to do with the vendors. I should never have received the email.
I'll be interested in seeing how much trouble I get into because I can't possibly resolve this. (Yes, I responded as much, but I'm sure it's going to take weeks to figure out.)
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There's no shopping for the best price, or making selections; if you search for a mouse, you can order the *one* company-approved mouse. And so forth.
One company-approved mouse is idiotic because different people have very different needs from their mouse.
I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of the folks replaced the company mouse with their own when working from home anyway.
There's no shopping for the best price, or making selections; if you search for a mouse, you can order the *one* company-approved mouse. And so forth.One company-approved mouse is idiotic because different people have very different needs from their mouse.
I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of the folks replaced the company mouse with their own when working from home anyway.
Yep. And so the company saves money by not having to buy a lot of mice. I'm certainly not using the company-approved mouse, and I suspect most people don't.
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True, but it's also an out for the IT Dept. "Oh, you aren't using company equipment? Sorry, I'm not allowed to help you."
Granted, most of the time NH's 1st level IT Support at Global Megacorp isn't going to help anyway, but this at least gives them some policy cover.
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Oh, my.
If you were planning on visiting the Bay Area, you might want to hold off.
I was taking over a cat rearrangement operation for Impus Major because he's sick, but his friend just texted that she's even sicker than Impus Major.
So something nasty's going around that's not COVID.
Whee?
Yeah, now that Mom and Eve are on the East Coast, a Bay Area trip is much less likely. Our only plans this summer are to visit WW's sister, bro-in-law and their five boys in Burlington on the way to Maine.
COME HANG OUT WITH ME AND CH!!!!!!
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Meanwhile, I've begun finishing up my project I started last fall that will be in all the stonework catalogs and magazines this fall.Please tellme it's an animatronic sculpture of yourself using a skid loader to shave an angry bear, complete with chia pet style real growing "hair".
On the bear and you.
Damn it, who told you what I was designing for next year's garden show!
Damn it, who told you what I was designing for next year's garden show!Meanwhile, I've begun finishing up my project I started last fall that will be in all the stonework catalogs and magazines this fall.Please tellme it's an animatronic sculpture of yourself using a skid loader to shave an angry bear, complete with chia pet style real growing "hair".
On the bear and you.
I'm gonna call you chia chest from now on.
Jesus christ that's a high temperature.You are clearly from a very different family.
Hitting 102°F is a "once every couple of years" experience.
Hitting 103°F is about a "once every 5-10 years" experience (admittedly the only time I've gotten that high since my 20s was my two bouts with the flu a few years ago).It's not until you talk about 104°F+ that I start thinking back and saying, "Yeah, there was that ONE time..." (Santa Cruz in the 1990s... hit 104.5°F and the group was on, "His temp comes down in an hour or we take him to the hospital" mode.)
never hit 104.5. That might do some serious damage. Highest I ever had was 103.5 when I was horrifically ill as a kid. Vomiting was near constant. Mom was absolutely terrified.
There's no shopping for the best price, or making selections; if you search for a mouse, you can order the *one* company-approved mouse. And so forth.One company-approved mouse is idiotic because different people have very different needs from their mouse.
I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of the folks replaced the company mouse with their own when working from home anyway.
What needs could those be? Something beyond point and click?