He died, I guess. RIP, Captain with the elevator in his house. I'm not taking it back, though. He was 99 and on on hospice anyway. That's a good run. Must have done something right if he could afford a house with an elevator.
* as solemnly as possible * His elevator goes all the way to the top floor now. * more thoughtfully * Or the bottom.
Ordered something from eBay with their international service. Got some updates, the most recent of which said it had cleared customs and was out for delivery with a local delivery service, along with a tracking number for that company. Which says it hasn't left the USA yet. Huh.
Lies, all parties giving out lies. A few months ago, I finally contacted the Better Business Bureau about a high-end clothing company I've dealt with successfully for years. Most of what they offer, I can't afford, but they have shirts that fit and suit my son, and I've bought a lot of them on sale over the years. The last time I ordered them, I got a notice that they'd be shipped the next day. Many, many weeks and several phone calls and emails later, I finally got a customer rep who said they were completely out of stock in all sizes and styles and were on back order with no replacement date. Note: they were still actively offering the shirts on sale on their website. I cancelled the order and requested a notice of the cancelled order via email. Nada. I sent all paperwork to BBB who finally got the situation resolved. In the response on the BBB site, the company offered me 25% off on my next order for my trouble, but never sent me any confirmation of that discount personally. I'm done with the company.
TMW you're on a zoom meeting and forget you have your camera on and make a disgusted face directed at the speaker......
You have to roll with it. Nothing left to do but turn on your microphone and call them a little bitch while flipping them off. Then leave the meeting.
TMW you're asked a question at the library and the only reason you can answer it is because of Writing Forum
That moment when you deep fry stuff and then wonder why your house smells like cooking oil. Usin' allllllll parts of the brain today.
I love stuff like onion rings, battered calamari / fish, etc, but I’m always reluctant to cook them for this reason
When you need to buy something specific but don’t know what they’re called so can’t search for them. What are these? It has to take a double cord as this one does. You pull the cap off, which has a flexible toothed peg, feed your cord through and replace the cap which traps and holds the cord. I’ve tried ‘cord ends, cord locks, cord stoppers...’
That moment when people you work with are surprised how bad communication is in the company but they're one of the main perpetrators of said bad communication.
Yes, amazon. As it happens I just this minute found the exact one pictured! I scrolled through several pages of cord locks until I found something similar, then checked their ‘similar items’ (which I think used to be ‘Customers who bought this also viewed’) and there they were. For the record, they were listed as: 10 Pack Zipper Pulls Clip Buckle Cord Rope Ends Lock Split Buckles for Molle Tactical Backpack If only I’d known that’s what I needed to search for.
That moment when you return from vacation and realize you will never, ever catch up on emails, and so start deleting anything not marked URGENT.
That moment you attend a flash fiction reading and finally meet the editor behind your rejection emails...
Haha. I'm reading this while I update our MOM (managerial operational manual) at one of my restaurants with SKUs, vendors, and specs for everything we use in house. Forks, plates, glassware, lightbulbs, you name it. A lot of our crazy bar supplies come from Amazon and EVERY product is like 20 words long like yours is. I've been writing things like "2pc bar strainer fine mesh steel long handle cocktail and coffee 4 prong 5 inch lightweight blah blah blah" for like 2 hours now. Ready to shoot somebody, but if you don't order the exact product the sub won't fit the other exact product.
TMW you make this image because you thought it was hilarious, but now you fear you’re secretly a bigot against Russians. D:
That moment when I'm forced to think I shan't brain so good today. During rewriting of my manuscript I typed "preadolescent" instead of "pearlescent". Just kept changing the word until that annoying red squiggle went away, and only afterwards noticed what word I actually ended up with. Can't even blame spell check, unless I've somehow gone and activated it without realizing, which again would indicate suboptimal cognition on my part.
That moment when you're writing an email to a client about returns on a short term bond fund and realized you've spelled it "bong fund" throughout the entire email...
