Yesterday, but the thing is that since most conscripts are kept on-base instead of working nine-to-five, any chance of being able to go home is a welcome one.
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
Well, it would behoove me to fly into LAX on my return trip from Japan and spend a few days visiting Mom, then fly out of Burbank back to Texas because trying to get back home ASAP from Japan would give me a 12 hour layover in Houston. No thanks
See, we are, supposed to anyway, get deliveries for each department on each day they are due. This usually means daily, but some departments are slow movers and only get new deliveries twice a week. One of the days some departments get deliveries is a Monday.
On top of normal deliveries today, we had those.
Then, on top of that, we finally recieved six days' worth of missing products that just plain hadn't been showing up.
Add all this together and we were dealing with 4.2x the amount of usual product coming in in one night. And yes, somebody did do the math on that.
Oh, but it gets better. Of the usually dozen or so people active at this time of the week, a total of six were not there. Three on vacation, one on jury duty, one called off sick, and one's car broke down.
Clock that all together, and you have less than half the department rushing to stock ("throw", as we call it) well over twice the amount of items we usually get in a day.
A bizarrely high amount of this was cat food. I never. Ever. Ever want to see catfood again. I have no idea why there are so many flavors of Fancy Feast--it's food for a fucking cat, they will eat flies if you let them--but I think I will genuinely puke if I have to look at another can of it any time soon.
And I get to go back tonight. Luckily the load tonight is quite light, unless something horrendous happens.
Well, we appreciate the effort you put into your job, Lazuli, even though we have no relations to your supermarket and honestly couldn't care less about the success of the chain.
The mere fact that you're willing to work in this economy impresses me.
See, I had a dream last night where someone gave me a really long rope. Dream-self had a brilliant logical insight, which is that ropes are kinda like long artificial snakes
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
I just found out that Richard Stallman was the one who created Emacs, which perfectly explains why it's such an obtuse, bloated, unusable piece of shit -- solid proof that programmers should never, ever be allowed to design a UI or even have their ideas and opinions heard on the subject. And Stallman wants the public at large to embrace his ideal for software. We can at least take comfort that scenario will never happen in a million years.
So apparently the way to change the avatar on your Google account now is to pretend you're signing up for Google+ and click "Change profile picture."
This is dumb.
(I refuse to sign up for Google+, at least for the time being, because it won't allow me to put my last name simply as "H." and I'm not giving them my full name.)
You know what's weird? My Google+ is just "Tre L." and yet I haven't gotten any problems.
Forsyth: And the program it was originally based on, TECO, was even worse; its commands make Perl look like a picture book.
Even now, official GNU software has that sort of "cathedral" feel to it, like they know something you don't and they're not telling. Linux is more of a BSD-ish "release early, release often" model, and while that means the tree breaks more often, it also means the end product is less of a pain to use. Eventually, anyway; the UNIX Wars and the XFree86 thing didn't help matters much. :P
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
On this episode of The Central Avenue Loves Anonus Show: Anonus and Central Avenue go to the movies! But will Centie be able to find her glasses in time so they don't miss the previews?
"This was fast turning out to be something she thought she would regret; spies wore catsuits and shot people, two things she had never tried and wasn't particularly itching to."
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
It's kind of embarassing that Hawthorne Heights and Rascal Flatts have been my home state's only real claim to mainstream music in the past decade or so
It's kind of embarassing that Hawthorne Heights and Rascal Flatts have been my home state's only real claim to mainstream music in the past decade or so
you're lucky, at least your state actually has people that are famous
"Machine Gun" is extreme jazz in the extreme. Here is an album to make not-for-the-weak precursors like Coltrane's "Meditations" or "Ascension," or Coleman's "Free Jazz" sound like "The Girl from Ipanema."
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
I had my other two classes at school today. The first one was okay, but unfortunately, I think I might have confirmed my own fears about the other one.
It's annoying me much more than it probably should to have to make time in my schedule to watch films about once a week.
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh.
Work this past night
it was a thing.
See, we are, supposed to anyway, get deliveries for each department on each day they are due. This usually means daily, but some departments are slow movers and only get new deliveries twice a week. One of the days some departments get deliveries is a Monday.
On top of normal deliveries today, we had those.
Then, on top of that, we finally recieved six days' worth of missing products that just plain hadn't been showing up.
Add all this together and we were dealing with 4.2x the amount of usual product coming in in one night. And yes, somebody did do the math on that.
Oh, but it gets better. Of the usually dozen or so people active at this time of the week, a total of six were not there. Three on vacation, one on jury duty, one called off sick, and one's car broke down.
Clock that all together, and you have less than half the department rushing to stock ("throw", as we call it) well over twice the amount of items we usually get in a day.
A bizarrely high amount of this was cat food. I never. Ever. Ever want to see catfood again. I have no idea why there are so many flavors of Fancy Feast--it's food for a fucking cat, they will eat flies if you let them--but I think I will genuinely puke if I have to look at another can of it any time soon.
And I get to go back tonight. Luckily the load tonight is quite light, unless something horrendous happens.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
The mere fact that you're willing to work in this economy impresses me.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Frustrating.
See, I had a dream last night where someone gave me a really long rope. Dream-self had a brilliant logical insight, which is that ropes are kinda like long artificial snakes
:/
Even now, official GNU software has that sort of "cathedral" feel to it, like they know something you don't and they're not telling. Linux is more of a BSD-ish "release early, release often" model, and while that means the tree breaks more often, it also means the end product is less of a pain to use. Eventually, anyway; the UNIX Wars and the XFree86 thing didn't help matters much. :P
I thought you were dead, since I hadn't heard from you on the mothersite for months. Really, I thought you were dead.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I eventually figured out that the time is just off, but I'm still a bit shaken by it.
Must. Say. Something. Intelligent. Cool. People. Are. Around.
Um, It's windy outside?
album to make not-for-the-weak precursors like Coltrane's "Meditations"
or "Ascension," or Coleman's "Free Jazz" sound like "The Girl from Ipanema."
-builds a mill out of wind-
Done!
trane is still better though