Even if you're wearing gloves WASH your Damn hands between chopping peppers for chili and going to the restroom!!!
That is all.
Even if you're wearing gloves WASH your Damn hands between chopping peppers for chili and going to the restroom!!!
That is all.
so tomorrow I work till 11pm.. at 8pm they are going to tear up my street for sewerage pipe replacement. I still have not figured out how I am getting home, how much sleep I am going to get, or even if I will be allowed to park anywhere near my house.
What genius decided that the best place for underground utilities was under the dang street? I mean put them under the sidewalk, or in a dedicated underground tunnel. How many times will they finally pave a pothole-riddled street only to tear it up again a few weeks later when some pipe breaks? Gahhh!
Who let the shiny happy person who feels that he can bash the owners of a certain car just because he doesn't like the car in here? This forum needs an ignore feature.
To the drug addicts next door that was outed early this week with a police raid. MOVE!!!! I am sick and tired of worrying for my family's safety. My little kids do not need any exposure to any your bullE36 M3 activities. I don't need any more of my stuff stolen from you either to support your drug habits. Either your Dad who is never home is in on this crap or doesn't give a damn what you guys do because he is never there but he berkeleying bails your sorry asses out of jail every time for the last 15 years. Please MOVE.
BTW, I can't believe how weak the laws are to protect families in neighborhoods from this crap.
In reply to oldopelguy:
Streetwiseguy wrote:Strike_Zero wrote: If my position was eliminated and you chose the layoff option, why are you still sending people to me with issues? Me thinks it is time to bill you for my time.So, you no longer work for the company? In any capacity? I'd be getting some invoices in there pretty darn quick.
Correct.
After the second phone call, I sent a letter to my former mgr, his mgr, and HR regarding my bill rate. The phone calls stopped.
Strike_Zero wrote:Streetwiseguy wrote:Correct. After the second phone call, I sent a letter to my former mgr, his mgr, and HR regarding my bill rate. The phone calls stopped.Strike_Zero wrote: If my position was eliminated and you chose the layoff option, why are you still sending people to me with issues? Me thinks it is time to bill you for my time.So, you no longer work for the company? In any capacity? I'd be getting some invoices in there pretty darn quick.
That must have been deeply satisfying.
In reply to Streetwiseguy:
It was AWESOME!
oldopelguy wrote: Who let the shiny happy person who feels that he can bash the owners of a certain car just because he doesn't like the car in here? This forum needs an ignore feature.
Sorry, dad.
This morning I got a phone call from an ancient lady. At 4:22 AM she says: "you wanted to wake up early so here you go!" WTF, I don't know this woman 
So this morning at 9 AM I call her back to clear this up before it happens again. I tell her what happened, figuring she would recognize her mistake and see that my phone # and her sons are different. Nope. I read it to her and she says "yep, that's my sons number." No ma'am, that's not how phone numbers work. "Well, his is his work phone." Doesn't matter ma'am. Please get a hold of his correct number so you don't call me again at 4 something AM, alright. Sigh.
Phone is going on vibrate from now on.
In reply to KyAllroad:
I'm off today. Would you like me to speak with her?
In reply to KyAllroad:
In our first apartment we had the same problem with a school and the apparently-neglectful parents of a young student. They would call us at least once a week saying the poor kid needed some vital piece of clothing or equipment. It took us more than a year to convince them that no matter what was written down in their file, the kid's parents just weren't at this number.
When we first moved into our house we kept getting calls from a dry cleaner looking for someone with the same name as my husband. They were very persistent, it must have been a hell of a dry cleaning bill. This all ended when we got rid of our home phone 
Last night , I was hanging out down in Wrigleyville, watching the Cubs (loose) at a bar. My buddy steps out for a smoke. The bar is packed, so I say to this dude that he can slide in and order a drink. He does and and short time later, he clucks like a chicken. I hear it but pay no attention. I hear it again, and now I'm thinking, WTF? Bwaaak. A little louder still for a third time. I'm beginning to not like this dude. About 5 minutes later and, BWAAAAAAAKKK right in my ear.
I turn to him and say, without raising my voice or making any threatening gestures, "You need to stop that." The dude splits. I didn't know I could be intimidating.
Sounds like he was a bit of a chicken
No matter how nice a day starts it always turns into a berkeleying mess. I'm really getting tired of everything.
Today's job was a renovation at a hotel. Two new automatic doors, openings cut by a contractor out of Atlanta. Easy.
The contractor was going to cut the openings first thing in the morning, so we could install the doors and be done by the end of the day. First opening to be ready by 10am.
We show up at 9:30. The electrician is there, but no contractor. 
The owner makes a call and says they should be there soon.
About 10:15, a beat up old van rolls in the lot, and like the title to a tasteless joke, two Mexicans and a Albanian climb out. None of them are fluent in english, but the Albanian can communicate enough that we could convey what we need and they went back to the truck for tools. Their total tool list was a sawzall, one hammer, a utility knife with no blades, a beat up Dewalt screw gun with one battery, and a broken tape measure. The sum total of their materials was 4 studs. That's it, the only thing left in the van was a trash bag of clothes. This, to cut and rebuild a new opening in a exterior, load bearing wall on a three story hotel.
Seriously, if you are a contractor, how about bring some berkeleying tools to the job site and show up on time. At least pretend to be a professional. You might even try to show up on time.
The Albanian that was in charge disappeared after a couple of hours and the Mexicans spoke zero English. We finally left about 12:30. When I pointed at my watch, all we could get out of the lead guy was, "mañana."
To add icing on the cake, the front brakes on the work truck shed a pad on the way back to tow.
Total money made? $0.00
Today was a net loss.
I should have just stayed home this morning.
Dropped the in-laws off at the Airport.
Now life can go back to normal.
In a non-coincidence, a tornado touched down on the Oregon coast this weekend and it continued inside our house.
On the plus side, I was able to work in the garage for most of Sunday while the wife, grandmas, aunt and great-grandma went to the mall with our 4 month old daughter.
exactly who decided that working on the roads from 6pm till 6am through a residential area was a good thing? I understand doing it in a commercial zone, but when you have to get up early in the morning, listening to trucks going beep, jack hammers, scrapers, and heavy equipment 50m from your bedroom makes for a very grumpy me. I will not go into the high intensity lights they use to see.
Trying to sleep in the middle of a construction zone while feeling like the spaceship from Close Encounters is outside your bedroom doesn't work
JamesMcD wrote: Main Street is blocked off for a car show so I figured I'd park and take a look. I walked from one end to the other and back, taking in all the typical tri-fives, Chevelles, Crammits, and Mustangs. I got to hear Big Girls Don't Cry over the loud speaker...Twice.
Also mustang sally?
How in the world did one of my personal email addresses, one based on my real name that I don't use much at that, get to be on every US hyperconservative wackadoodle mailing list in existence? Good thing Gmail's spam filter catches nearly all of them.
Some of this stuff makes me worry that I'll end up on a watch list...well, another watch list
The Olympic sprinter Tyson Gay suffered a massive personal tragedy this weekend. His daughter, a local high school student, was shot and killed in Lexington KY. Three of the people involved have already been arrested and charged. Grief counselors have been assigned to her school to help out her classmates.
This is all very sad and tragic, my rant is that a 15 year old was "out and about" in the parking lot of a closed restaurant at 4 AM. Nothing good happens after midnight, that's time to go home. The roads are full of drunks and the predators are looking for targets of opportunity.
RIP Trinity
Wife pulled too far into a parking spot yesterday and put the bumper on the parking block. Backs out, pulls the bumper up, cracks the plastic hole that holds it to the car. Wonderful. Now I need to find a new bumper/bumper cover.
I wonder if I can get any money out of Walgreens for that... but that would be stupid, wife is clearly at fault.
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