Hi, friends!
Seen any people behaving as complete morons or assholes lately? Actually in person and not just random news morons?
Last night I saw someone decide to cut off an ambulance on a highway merge. There was no reason beyond they were an asshole. Ambulance had their sirens and lights on and everything.
Today I needed to mail a Christmas gift and the credit card machines has to be rebooted at the post office. The grown ass adults mad because they had to have cash or check to finish their transactions? You’d think the world was ending. Especially because the employee said it needed about 15 minutes to reboot.
And yes, I paid by credit card. Because the reboot had completed.
In some places we have posts like these along the dividing lines of roads to keep traffic from crossing over into oncoming cars.
I was impressed, though, that the posts sprang right back up.
Where do you live (vaguely)? That photo looks awfully grim. Not to go all King Charles but this is exactly what is so horrible about cheap postwar…everything, really. Although the elimination of the “London fog” was probably a good thing.
I think that’s Ireland — I just linked to the first image that came up when I searched for those flexible traffic posts.
I’m afraid that I’m the asshole because I want to get BH a Christmas present but I’m also working a lot (from home, mercifully) and time is slipping by. I get unwelcome emails and pushed online ads and I grit my teeth and move right along. Trash, all of it. I can’t imagine having any of it in our apartment, but we don’t have children and despite our ages we haven’t yet slipped into “Dad” territory.
I know that BH wants a certain coat but it costs $2,000 AND it’s back-ordered. Talk about post-capitalism.
What I could do is check myself back into the hospital, BH would probably enjoy that, but I’ve told him I won’t ever go back. If things get really bad I’m going to drag or roll myself up to the roof and throw myself off. Hell, at its worst, can’t be any worse than my hospital’s emergency department. It’s 2023 and I live in one of the wealthiest and most advanced cities in the world. And yet…
Try this and claim it was from a top of the line vintage store
https://shopgoodwill.com/categories/listing?st=leather%20jacket&sg=&c=&s=&lp=0&hp=999999&sbn=&spo=false&snpo=false&socs=false&sd=false&sca=false&caed=12%2F12%2F2023&cadb=7&scs=false&sis=false&col=1&p=1&ps=40&desc=false&ss=0&UseBuyerPrefs=true&sus=false&cln=1&catIds=&pn=&wc=false&mci=false&hmt=false&layout=grid&ihp=true
Hey, not to name any names, but the hospital in question wouldn’t be the one commonly renowned for its, uh, . . . mental health facilities, would it? (I didn’t realize that it was actually a full-service hospital until the first time I took an interpreting call from there.)
No, and I know which hospital you’re thinking of. Mine is farther uptown. I always shudder when I read something like, “[Victim X] was taken to [that hospital] in critical but stable condition…” Talk about the living envying the dead.
Most days on the way to, at and on the way back from work.
Better news, the seniors home has a spot for dad in the same ward as mom. He moves in next week.
I don’t know how happy dad will be, but it will help mom. He was happy with all the peace and quiet away from her dementia screaming and slapping him (she has progressed to being ‘aggressive.’)
Oh man, I hope that having your dad there is helpful for your mom without being a huge burden to him
Me too.
Recently a guy drove around me to get ahead of me and stop on the railroad tracks.
Also, another guy was leaving the Home Depot and the trashcan he had in the back of his truck flew out of the truck bed on to the road.
You’ll be shocked that these both occurred when I was in Ohio.
I always get a bit nervous this time of year because I don’t have a ton of trust that Xmas trees are well tied onto roofs.
People running their yaps at full volume on the commuter rail at 6:30 am.
Damn it.
Andre Braugher died. I love him on Brooklyn 99.
FUCK! I loved everything he did.
He was great in Homicide, but another victim of the Tom Fontana curse.
Great actor. Passing away too soon.
Today on Teams, one of the other Interpreters (a guy who tries to be funny but only ever succeeds unintentionally) posted a paragraph-long ode to the brain of an interpreter, capable of dealing with so many distractions and yet still processing and rendering two languages fluently. He wanted us to remember, the next time that we looked at ourselves in the mirror, that our brains were a masterpiece and we were the painters.
The post carried the heading YOU’RE BRAIN IS….
(And, yeah, I was that asshole who posted an emoji of a finger pointing upward, next to the word YOUR. The guy left an angry face emoji underneath it, after someone had posted a laughing face and someone else had posted a skull. But he still didn’t seem to see what I was getting at — much less take the hint.)
Have you ever heard of…I forget what this is called, but it’s common to simultaneous translators. You get so used to having something go in one ear and then you say it differently that your mind doesn’t put anything in the short- or longterm memory bank and it’s like a form of Alzheimer’s? That’s interesting, I always thought.
When I was over in Deutschland there came a point when I was not yet quite fluent in German but started losing my grasp of English. Imagine speaking no language intelligibly. If it happened to me it could happen to anyone.
I don’t know, but it seems like people around here have been behaving pretty well lately. Even the guy I see at the Food Lion with all the Trump bumper stickers was helping some old lady who locked her keys in the car, and she’s from the local resale shop and makes candles and I think she’s probably votes democratic.
I’m trying to radiate love wherever I go and maybe that’s having some small effect.
technically…i havent seent any idiots yet
but i have a big stack of christmas boxes for my co workers in france and germany sitting in the warehouse
waiting to be shipped
the office wonks are supposed to take care of getting the shipping papers in order
gonna be a boxless christmas for our sister companies me thinks
course….unless you chase after them..they normally fail to get regular paid customer order paperwork ready in time too….so this is hardly surprising
but..well…warehouse chef is stuck home all burnt out…and his replacement is fully intent on letting everything crash and burn instead of chasing after the paperwork
not his job
its fucking hilarious….probably get him sacked eventually (but he’s fine with that too…. military pension lined up)
OT my husband’s colleague came back from Munich and brought everyone Lebkuchen. I almost cried it was so delicious and nostalgic to eat a real one. I haven’t had one in over a decade.
Lebkuchen! Yes, it is the holiday season. Lebkuchen, Glühwein, and small wooden ornaments all around! Join me in a rousing rendition of “Stille Nacht.”