I like either dehydrated marshmallows, or ridic gourmet marshmallows in my hot cocoa. Either a small raft of little space-food delights, or a giant, creamy crown of off-pink rosewater-and-vanilla-flavored foam. There can be no in-between.
As the days approach closer and closer, my urge to do so increases. I do know that there are certain individuals (mainly upper management) that I will NEVER consider doing that too.
However, there are several coworkers that I will more than likely just speak my mind and tell them that I am happy that I will no longer be working with them.
The receptionist who is now "Effie Trinket" to me, I just want to tell her she's a waste of space, but I think she may have transferred because she so incompetent that no one on this floor wants to deal with her anymore.
However, there are several coworkers that I will more than likely just speak my mind and tell them that I am happy that I will no longer be working with them.
The receptionist who is now "Effie Trinket" to me, I just want to tell her she's a waste of space, but I think she may have transferred because she so incompetent that no one on this floor wants to deal with her anymore.
Since you never know when you might meet her again, I wouldn't. Burning bridges needlessly doesn't get you anything.
I understand the burning bridges part. That aids me in my constant restraint of keeping my mouth shut, however for certain individuals, I have no problem with nuking these bridges into oblivion. I will never need anything from them and if I did, there would easily be another person that can assist me with any future job functions that I will need to accomplish.
It's funny because people who have burned their bridges with me, are now trying to be friendly to me so I can say good things about them to my mother, who is the Section Chief of a service line, and recommend them to be transferred to her department.
Our house no longer smells of smoke. Hooray. ^_^ We found two of the main places it was coming in and closed them off. Additionally, my landlord was understanding; he installed air filters to all vents, started smoking outside or in front of open windows (and claims he is going to quit), and is going to install insulation between his ceiling and our floors where it was lacking.
I finally decided to get a new car after the exhaust of my current one shit the bed, so now I own a 99' Corolla. Only conceivable down side is that I have to relearn how to drive because I don't know how to drive stick shift.
I finally decided to get a new car after the exhaust of my current one shit the bed, so now I own a 99' Corolla. Only conceivable down side is that I have to relearn how to drive because I don't know how to drive stick shift.
All you have to get used to is learning how to get the car moving, after that it is a piece of cake. Shifting is no problem but I had a problem for a while with first and stalled out all the time before I got the hang of it.
I finally decided to get a new car after the exhaust of my current one shit the bed, so now I own a 99' Corolla. Only conceivable down side is that I have to relearn how to drive because I don't know how to drive stick shift.
Piece of piss, mate, you'll get used to it quite quick. Remember to use your ears, rather than relying on your tacho - changing gears by ear is a hell of a lot easier, once you get the hang of it, and that way, you're also not boned when you're driving a manual vehicle that doesn't have a tacho.
I've never even thought about using a tacho for changing gears, even when I've driven a car with one. The sound and feel of the car is the way to go.
Once I had a car with a broken clutch that I was going to get rid of, but still had a few long journeys to make before scrapping. I learned a lot about gears and changing them driving a manual car with no clutch! Starting moving in first gear without a clutch takes a special technique that I'm sure I didn't invent first, but I've yet to hear or read about anyone else who did the same thing. Fun times!
I've never even thought about using a tacho for changing gears, even when I've driven a car with one. The sound and feel of the car is the way to go.
True dat. Back when I learned, I was instructed about the tacho, at which point on it to change gears, and then told to immediately forget about using it because you're just being told in case the driving tester asks you the question at some point.
Once I had a car with a broken clutch that I was going to get rid of, but still had a few long journeys to make before scrapping. I learned a lot about gears and changing them driving a manual car with no clutch! Starting moving in first gear without a clutch takes a special technique that I'm sure I didn't invent first, but I've yet to hear or read about anyone else who did the same thing. Fun times!
I'm interested to hear about this technique, it may be informative.
I had a small Fiat. When I stopped at a traffic light, putting it into first gear with the engine running would immediately stall it. So I'd turn the engine off with the key. Then I'd put it into first gear. When the traffic light turned green, I'd start the engine with the key, and the starter motor was powerful enough to both start the engine AND push the car forward. Once I had forward momentum, I could change up and down through the gears by matching engine speed exactly to car speed.
I drove about 1,000 miles with no clutch, including a trip from Newcastle to Norfolk and back (a long drive in the UK) as well as commuting for a few weeks. In the same period someone broke into the car, ruining the drivers side door. Then I took the car to a wreckers yard and abandoned it.
Don't play EVE. Don't. It sounds cool, and the stories are awesome, but playing the game is like shoving a rod down your penis.
Immensely painful for most, but orgasmic in its relief for those with a urethral stricture (or perhaps a sounding fetish)?
EDIT: Typing that and even considering that act has left me with that weird sympathetic pain feeling in my crotch, like when you see someone get kicked in the balls really hard (guys, you likely know what I am talking about). Dammit, Andrew.
I don't play Eve because that game is designed for me on every level and if I started playing I'd never stop. The three-day trial was so far up my alley it was vaguely uncomfortable.
Don't play EVE. Don't. It sounds cool, and the stories are awesome, but playing the game is like shoving a rod down your penis.
Not to mention griefers like me and Goonswarm. Some people take the game way to seriously, and that's where we come in to liberate them of everything they hold dear.
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Of course, I've been thinking about making coffee marshmallows for a while. Maybe I'll give that a go.
However, there are several coworkers that I will more than likely just speak my mind and tell them that I am happy that I will no longer be working with them.
The receptionist who is now "Effie Trinket" to me, I just want to tell her she's a waste of space, but I think she may have transferred because she so incompetent that no one on this floor wants to deal with her anymore.
It's funny because people who have burned their bridges with me, are now trying to be friendly to me so I can say good things about them to my mother, who is the Section Chief of a service line, and recommend them to be transferred to her department.
Makes me laugh.
We found two of the main places it was coming in and closed them off. Additionally, my landlord was understanding; he installed air filters to all vents, started smoking outside or in front of open windows (and claims he is going to quit), and is going to install insulation between his ceiling and our floors where it was lacking.
I am so happy we won't have to move.
Once I had a car with a broken clutch that I was going to get rid of, but still had a few long journeys to make before scrapping. I learned a lot about gears and changing them driving a manual car with no clutch! Starting moving in first gear without a clutch takes a special technique that I'm sure I didn't invent first, but I've yet to hear or read about anyone else who did the same thing. Fun times!
I drove about 1,000 miles with no clutch, including a trip from Newcastle to Norfolk and back (a long drive in the UK) as well as commuting for a few weeks. In the same period someone broke into the car, ruining the drivers side door. Then I took the car to a wreckers yard and abandoned it.
Leeds Rhinos are World Champions after beating Manly Sea Eagles 26-12
Well, I put a hole in my left ear and a shiny bauble through the hole. That counts, though.
EDIT: Typing that and even considering that act has left me with that weird sympathetic pain feeling in my crotch, like when you see someone get kicked in the balls really hard (guys, you likely know what I am talking about). Dammit, Andrew.
Good lord pubbies are stupid.