I should get some of those. Some of the reports I get would make more sense if they were written in Japanese.
Crop tops are back in fashion this year. But as we're still under a mask mandate at school, I find it weirdly inappropriate that I know more about what my students' navels look like than I do about their noses, mouths, or chins.
My wife is diving into spring cleaning mode with gusto, a stark departure from years past. However, rather than getting rid of our collection of needless things she went out and bought storage containers to put it all in. I think we paid today’s light bill for Sam’s club with all the storage containers she bought. So now we’ve gone from having a bunch of crap with nowhere to belong to having boxes full of crap with nowhere to belong. Major step forward.
I make a big pile, sort it into several smaller ones, and then start putting those into containment, only to realize I've just organized the small piles into a big one again, just a different order. The amount of times I've done this feels like I should know it's eventually ineffective, but the satisfaction of piles makes sense to me for some reason.
Yep, sounds like my wife. Piles of crap atop piles of crap. Storage containers in the basement and garage full of more crap. Closets overflowing with crap.
When smokers stare me down as they blow their smoke into the wind while I'm sitting downwind. I don't care if ya smoke, just don't do it in my fucking face, thanks.
On that note, I once met a very considerate smoker. He noticed that his smoke was blowing into my face, so he turned his head and blew it in the other direction every time he puffed out. It was in the middle of a big city, at a bus stop. I was very surprised.
On the keyboard in front of me it's "E/J" and switches between romanji and kana when you have the input mode set to Japanese (the base input mode. I keep it in Japanese set to romanji because that way the input matches what's on the keyboard. I'm a decent touch typist but never learned the special characters, so I need to hunt for things like dollar signs and ampersands). So to recap, the capslock key switches between romanji and kana. As does the key beneath ESC for switching between romanji and kana. Both keys next to the spacebar switch between romanji and kana, so does the key to switch between between romanji and kana that is located just to the right of the key to switch between romanji and kana. Somebody really wanted to be able to switch between romanji and kana, I guess.
I use Microsoft IME to type in Japanese, and the really annoying thing with that is that you can switch between romanji and hiragana with one button click, but it takes a menu command to switch to katakana. A third of the words I type are probably katakana, which just means I have to break off and reach for my mouse three times a sentence.
Things that annoy me, number 3,478: Architects who don't want to do their job. I'm a licensed architect. I'm currently semi-retired, and I'm helping out a smaller municipality by working half-time as a building official/plan reviewer in their department of building inspection. We routinely receive construction plans with glaring errors, referencing the wrong codes, and when the goofs are pointed out the architects throw hissy fits and complain that we're picking on them. We had one today that was a resubmittal. They are building a new fire-resistance rated wall to subdivide a space into two tenant areas. Problem: all the roof trusses run perpendicular to the new wall, so every four feet there is a latticework of steel angles punching holes through the wall. The original plan review comment asked how these penetrations are to be constructed and maintain the fire rating of the wall. The architect's response? "That's the contractor's responsibility." WRONG ANSWER, DUDE!
My stepdad is a retired "auto"worker from one of the big construction equipment companies. Started out as a grease monkey but worked his way up to the Prototype Assembly Team, the guys who take what the bright young college kids in the engineering department have whipped up and see if it will actually fit together. I think they also did some order of assembly work. Anyway, one time this group of non-college-educated guys with scarred knuckles and grease permanently under their nails had to send a tractor back to engineering as the driveshaft was somehow supposed to pass through the gastank. It worked in CAD...
Don't get me started on that. At one time I had a 1984 Jeep Cherokee 4-cylinder. To replace the front spark plug, you had to remove the air-conditioning compressor. Anyone remember the Sunbeam Tiger sports car? It was a Sunbeam Alpine, with a Ford V8 engine stuffed under the hood (or "bonnet," if you're in the U.K.). Changing the two rear-most spark plugs required unfastening the motor mounts and sliding the engine forward. 1993 Honda Accord: the oil filter was directly above the exhaust pipe. It was impossible to change the oil filter when the engine ws hot (which, of course, is when you're supposed to drain old oil) unless you wore asbestos gloves.
Counter-offers. Like, come on. Please. The fuck is wrong with you? If I put an offer in above your asking price and with shorter contingencies, why are you then throwing out a counter-offer with a bunch of extra bull, a higher price, AND an expectation to waive an appraisal? Pound sand, asshat. I know it's part of the game, but seriously. Fuck you.
When online sellers charge postage way above what you know the actual postage to be. Paperback book: £1,76 Postage: £18.00 I don’t give a shit where it’s coming from, that’s not the postage costs!
Yes. The phrase, 'and handling' should be banished from the language. The problem is most likely those dolts who think they're buying a new laptop for $.01 when the shipping charge is $350.00.
