It's annoying when my cat waits outside my bedroom door for me to open it and she bolts into my room and under my bed. She refuses to get out from under there until my dad calls her for her breakfast. Also, when the same cat howls outside my room because she wants to be fed and I ignore her as I walk by, she attacks my leg.
The corporate news media!! I swear to God, they've got to be some of the dumbest motherfuckers alive. Nevermind, trying to find people to interview after a horrible tragedy. Not even the fact checking their information. They can't even get titles correct nor restrain from asking retarded questions. A while back, a reporter was interviewing the prince of Denmark, and ask him if the palace felt like a palace or a home to him which I felt was most retarded question to ask someone. It's like asking me is a place I work feel like a workplace or a store. It just now, they're showing a blur for a duchess, I think it's Prince Harry's wife, and it says duchess so and so. However, the stupid cunt of a reporter call her a princess. As most of you know, I'm an anti monarchist, a shity one, but still anti monarchist. And even I fucking know how to get titles correct. She's a duchess, Duchess you dumb bitch, get it right. You wouldn't call a general a captain nor a president a senator. Get your fucking titles correct. As you can tell, is one of my pet peeves, and for the record I hated the lying, piece of crap, news media long before Trump came around. They glorified violence, and either ignore or do a short blur on anything nice or decent in this world. Because of ratings and because people enjoy a good train wreck rather than something nice. In the news media feeds it, for ratings and money. They glorified School shooters, Mass murderers, cop killings, or anything else that's violent. So fuck the news media, and this is been a JW rant
That is why I don't watch the news, they only get the bad stuff to report on, cause that is what draws an audience. Fear sells, and happy doesn't.
On the news, maybe, but tell that to the people making millions on clickbait cat videos. Of course, those same people are probably making even more money on celebrity misery clickbait and other unhappy fare, so never mind.
I don't think the media is all bad, particularly I think the media in Australia is relatively good. And certainly "the free press is necessary for a free country" and all that.
Yep, I also pretty much stopped watching any regular media, mostly YouTube, Netflix and Amazon Video . I only saw the bit today because my mom had the news on as background noise, and it annoyed me. . I am easily annoyed. LOL. To be honest, I do enjoy a good police Chase, always enjoy the take down. Yay!
But why? They already have my number. Just spoof it. Why phone EVERY morning at the same time with the same crap? This Windows nonsense also makes no sense. However, my husband got one back yesterday. Somebody phoned telling us they'd noticed we'd just been involved in an accident, and might need ...some kind of insurance probably ...in order to prosecute the person at fault. My husband agreed, and confirmed 'yes,' he'd just had an accident. They got so excited. Asked him what kind of car was involved, etc. He said no, it wasn't a car, it was a lawn mower. He'd accidentally cut himself while changing the blade. They actually asked him if there was another lawn mower involved! I was pissing myself in the background, trying not to laugh out loud and give the game away. It took a while before they realised THEY were being spoofed and hung up.
Yeah, I probably got my terminyms wrong. They're looking for patterns of activity on random lines. It's all automated.
Yeah, there is a lot of automation. However, there are quite a few who have real people on the other end. Good grief. I can't imagine what a horrible job that must be. Either you get yelled at for lying and/or being a nuisance, or you're taking advantage of some gullible soul who doesn't know any better. Not exactly the sense of purpose I would want from a job.
I imagine hell would be something like a cross between a call centre and a government department. ETA: And now I'm thinking of Reaper.
When I have to sit near two talkative teenagers (for example in a bus), they both are eating two pockets of chip (Kroch kroch) and talk alternatively about everything nonstop!
My new train home is always full, even though people usually don't get off work until after four. ...on Fridays it's worse since it's people either going home-home (students) or people going on vacations meaning they got valid tickets... in turn meaning you'll lose your seat to someone who paid more. Bonus complaint: someone smells like they've dosed themselves in sweet, sweet cider. I, sitting a few seats away, feel like throwing up.
Telemarketer = Free sales education. You can train by selling them something, by analysing their sales techniques, by motivating them to advance in their carrier - maybe to b2b sales where money is good... Do you like acting? Every telemarketer is your training audience. You can act love, loneliness, insanity, dangerous stalker.... - Hello, I'm Albert Albertson from Scammandfraud Company... - HELLO ALBERT! Nice to meet you. Do you know...? I really like your voice! You must be good in your work with a voice like that! - I'm... - Yes... I know... Me too! And this is your lucky day because we are hiring and we pay well. So you can thing this like a job application. Now... Try to sell me whatever is your article - but with your own words. You can't use one word from your regular pitch or I cut this immediately.... - Hello, I'm Albert Alb.... - You sound like an adult man. Why are you calling my small kids phone? Are you some kind of perv...? - Hello, I'm Albert Albertson from... - Wonderfull! Nice to call me Albert! Nobody likes me! Even my evil neighbour does not wink me with his shutters any more! He stopped when I shot his cat. It smelled alien.... - Hello, I'm Albert Albertson from... - Yes. I know. I know you Albert. I know that you'd like to have a good car. I know you have moral dilemmas and you don't care about it. I know didn't like school enough to get better career. I know that your back is not in good shape. I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I know where you live. I know what happened to your bike. And I know that the feeling of safety is disappearing from your life... Every Eden needs it's telemarketers.
My early twenties I worked in plenty of tele-marketing. One place the calls were generated from a radio show. 'Ring the studio on 0898 777 35353 with your chance to ask a question for Take That/Boy Chaps.' The kids' calls came to the call centre and we took details to sell them bank accounts. That was one version of evil. Another place, mornings were fine, [eg] calling redundant miners up North [surveyed] re: new training opportunities as baristas/pool lifeguards/road watchers. 'I am calling on behalf of the Coal Board.' 'Yes sir.' 'You don't have to call me Sir.'' 'Yes sir, it is my manner, sir.' Then a lunch-time doobie with all the boys. 'I am calling from coal board.' 'No thank you.' 'Bye bye.' ...
Block of text tattoos, especially on the side of the ribs. I have a couple of tats myself, so I'm not opposed to getting ink, it's just seeing someone who's felt the need to get a whole paragraph done irks me for some reason.
I've been seeking a nipple design or pattern, a starburst maybe? I want big, a shock of big fucking, sorry, nipples. I'm not a competitive person especially, just for 24 years she's always saying. I'm not saying what she's saying but I want to compete, get in the game at least on the subject. I want to remove my shirt and people fall off chairs... 'He the man...' Then I stride toward the diving board. I'd probably get on Facebook with that.
Dr Aschendale, appreciate I am a young man relative to your meta-example. In future I would appreciate the more age appropriate images. From my personal collection 'surfing Bali 2015.'