Don't worry, you can feel my discs. Just not too hard. Or steal them. Or copy them. Copying discs is a crime!
Rant VIII: The Reckoning
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She'll never be able to reach my floppy. My hard disk will prevent such shenanigans.
You wouldn't download a spine.
In other news, I'm currently waiting to see if laxatives will work, while groaning in pain, because I don't have health insurance. Which means I will do anything to avoid going to the doctor. Because going to the doctor means tests that are expensive and I can't afford before even finding out what's wrong with me, and the possible costs and treatment that follows.
I'm really hoping the laxatives work.
This week I've had to take off work hasn't helped.
In other news, I'm currently waiting to see if laxatives will work, while groaning in pain, because I don't have health insurance. Which means I will do anything to avoid going to the doctor. Because going to the doctor means tests that are expensive and I can't afford before even finding out what's wrong with me, and the possible costs and treatment that follows.
I'm really hoping the laxatives work.
This week I've had to take off work hasn't helped.
B
BErt
My dad likes to talk. Goddamn does he like to talk. And it's always so damn negative too. Bitching about sports. Bitching about EVERYTHING. Sometimes I just need a break from it. So why do I always answer? ALWAYS. You can't keep doing this. So no, I'm not going to answer the phone at 10pm I JUST TALKED TO YOU AN HOUR AGO.
That was my mindset one December night 4 years ago. He had called because he was having a stroke. He ended up driving himself to the hospital. After a STROKE. He lost the ability to use the right side of his body. He also lost the ability to talk.
He passed away this morning. 4 horrible years trapped in that shell I know it's for the better. But goddamn, why couldn't I answer the phone just one more time?
This wasn't posted for sympathy I just needed to rant and see it written down. Thank you.
That was my mindset one December night 4 years ago. He had called because he was having a stroke. He ended up driving himself to the hospital. After a STROKE. He lost the ability to use the right side of his body. He also lost the ability to talk.
He passed away this morning. 4 horrible years trapped in that shell I know it's for the better. But goddamn, why couldn't I answer the phone just one more time?
This wasn't posted for sympathy I just needed to rant and see it written down. Thank you.
GasBandit
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You want me to see if I can find that fondue fork?
It was discussed, though I had forgotten about the commercially available ones. Most drugstores carry Fleet. I was also surprised recently to find that drugstores carry Fleet in multi-packs, presumably in case you need to go through an entire clip as fast as you can pull the trigger.
--Patrick
Shitty timing on that.Ya know, I come here trying to take a break from dealing with other people's poop.
So, at work I'm trying to write a system that interacts with another system's API. I am supposed to send some data (json) and receive either a validation number or a failure with an error condition. I am receiving a success:true, no errors, but no number.
I've been going round and round with them. They say the problem is with my code. I must somehow be losing the validation # when I serialize their json. I say the problem is on their end. I even send them the raw json I'm receiving before I serialize it. A week this has been going back and forth.
So, I finally fire up Wireshark, grab the raw network data packets, take a screen shot, showing that they aren't sending a validation number, and explain that the screenshot is from the raw data layer, straight from the network card, before it ever hits my code. There's the spot where the number should be, and it's just a pair of quotation marks with nothing in between.
Finally they admit that the problem is on their end. I shouldn't have to jump through hoops to prove to them that they have a problem before they ever even look at it. Damnit.
I've been going round and round with them. They say the problem is with my code. I must somehow be losing the validation # when I serialize their json. I say the problem is on their end. I even send them the raw json I'm receiving before I serialize it. A week this has been going back and forth.
So, I finally fire up Wireshark, grab the raw network data packets, take a screen shot, showing that they aren't sending a validation number, and explain that the screenshot is from the raw data layer, straight from the network card, before it ever hits my code. There's the spot where the number should be, and it's just a pair of quotation marks with nothing in between.
Finally they admit that the problem is on their end. I shouldn't have to jump through hoops to prove to them that they have a problem before they ever even look at it. Damnit.
Listen, you rude fuckstick: your kid doesn't do shit in my class, he's been warned multiple times, and he's been given numerous chances to make up for it. Sending me an email out of the blue and threatening me (yes, he actually threatened me) is not going to get his grade changed.
Eat a dick.
It's just frustrating, because I can't respond the way I actually want to. I have to be all professional and shit.
Eat a dick.
It's just frustrating, because I can't respond the way I actually want to. I have to be all professional and shit.
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Is your own fault. Don't open up the car if you ain't wanting to drive it.
Well now that the beer is out of your car you have room to go do the errands.
Your ten minutes did a huge favour for our friend!
H has me on ignoreA douche may help. Good luck finding a douche bag on any internet shops though.
Dude, that joke was such a crapshoot.
Sorry he burst your bubble like that.H has me on ignore
Well, great. Now look what happened. *sigh*
No, I'm just used to douche being used solely as the term for vaginal cleansing, not enemas.H has me on ignore
The professional way to say "eat a dick" is "You are welcome, of course, to address your concerns to my supervisor/headmaster/principal etc. Further abusive or threatening language, however, will be met with appropriate police action."
The parent was actually bold enough to CC my principal on that first email. My principal is already following up, and he thanked me for handling it in a professional manner. Still, I wanted to actually tell the guy to go fuck himself.
I had more than one teacher take paid stress leave.