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Element 117
"There's no I in team. So fuck you, I ain't doing anything"?
"me no help you" just doesn't have the same ring to it.there is a "me"
"me no help you" just doesn't have the same ring to it.[/QUOTE]there is a "me"
So eat the team meat?There may be no 'i' in team, but there's an 'i' in win, and I want to win.
Fight, Item, or Run?My kingdom for a save point!
Yes, I have the data scheduled for backup before the automated import scripts run, so fortunately it was a quick fix once the data server became responsive again (turns out that updating three million records simultaneously is a bit taxing on the data server). Now I just have to "fix the glitch". And continue swearing.Jesus, I hope you've got a backup somewhere.
Dear students: I understand your professor told you that the library has the book you're looking for. We probably do. But if you don't know the title, author, or subject, I'm not going to go through each one of our 30,000 books to see which one sounds vaguely familiar to you. When your professor tells you to find something, you'd be better off writing it down than trying to remember it while high. Yes, you are. I can smell it on you.
Sorry you had to give up your rat.We had to give up our rat, Odin. He was withdrawing from us and depressed, and everything we tried couldn't bring him out of it. When he wouldn't be sitting at the top of his cage, staring in the corner, he would be biting at us or the baby rats we brought home to try to socialize him. He tore at his own skin at times and we'd come home from work to find bloodstains in his fur.
I've had pets die and I know how to handle it, but I've never had to voluntarily hand one to a stranger knowing I'd never see him again and having to wonder if he's going to be confused, why he isn't home, or why I'm not calling to him in his cage (which for all I knew just annoyed him). The vet seemed like a nice guy and really concerned, and he said he'd only put Odin to sleep if he seemed like he couldn't recover from the year of isolation he'd spent in the pet store and was too aggressive, otherwise he'd go to a rat recovery place where a couple rehabilitates them. I told the doctor that he's not vicious; he just doesn't have any experience socializing with humans or other rats, so he bites.
I'm sure the vet will understand the situation and put him in the recovery, but he said he'd call; he hasn't, so I don't really know. He took Odin's treats that we brought, so I hope that means well. The separation was also very abrupt, and I blame myself for not popping open his carrying box to pet him and let Julie see him once more. I blame myself for not being experienced enough with rats--he was our first and I feel like if we'd had rats before, we could've had the knowledge to help him. Our attention has to go to the baby rats now and give them a good life so they don't turn out like Odin.
Sorry you had to give up your rat.We had to give up our rat, Odin. He was withdrawing from us and depressed, and everything we tried couldn't bring him out of it. When he wouldn't be sitting at the top of his cage, staring in the corner, he would be biting at us or the baby rats we brought home to try to socialize him. He tore at his own skin at times and we'd come home from work to find bloodstains in his fur.
I've had pets die and I know how to handle it, but I've never had to voluntarily hand one to a stranger knowing I'd never see him again and having to wonder if he's going to be confused, why he isn't home, or why I'm not calling to him in his cage (which for all I knew just annoyed him). The vet seemed like a nice guy and really concerned, and he said he'd only put Odin to sleep if he seemed like he couldn't recover from the year of isolation he'd spent in the pet store and was too aggressive, otherwise he'd go to a rat recovery place where a couple rehabilitates them. I told the doctor that he's not vicious; he just doesn't have any experience socializing with humans or other rats, so he bites.
I'm sure the vet will understand the situation and put him in the recovery, but he said he'd call; he hasn't, so I don't really know. He took Odin's treats that we brought, so I hope that means well. The separation was also very abrupt, and I blame myself for not popping open his carrying box to pet him and let Julie see him once more. I blame myself for not being experienced enough with rats--he was our first and I feel like if we'd had rats before, we could've had the knowledge to help him. Our attention has to go to the baby rats now and give them a good life so they don't turn out like Odin.