A Day In The Life of An Amateur Artist
Elaine Richards
There is a local artists' supply store in Berkeley which has, for
years, offered a wide variety of toys for people like me. The selection
ranges from gorgeous Old Holland oil paints (sigh) to economical
student-grade Grumbacher and Yarko supplies. A Starbucks-like store
plopped itself into the neighborhood a few blocks away. They've
done this elsewhere and it peeves me.
I have for several years, resolutely gone to Amsterdam Art for all
my supplies, because I generally root for the underdog. (I spent
my childhood being put on the worst teams in the school leagues
and so have a special regard for losers, like myself.)
However, this is changing. A while ago, I decided the house was too
small, especially with regards to closet space. After finding out what
a house with decent closet space would cost (don't get me started on
having the house added on to - the lot is too small and I like a garden),
I learned that by not buying things I a) had a "bigger" house and b)
started to gain a cash surplus that might allow me to get a bigger
house anyway.
So, instead of going to Amsterdam Art for recreational shopping, I
only go when I need something. Impulse purchases fill the house and
make me feel guilty for not using them.
My needs were simple. One cube of black FIMO, one cube of white FIMO,
three 3B pencils, two pencil extenders, Senellier spray fixative
and maybe one impulse purchase (cough.)
Not one single item on my simple list was in stock. There were no
3B pencils, (not even 2B, 4B or 5B - and no, I don't what H pencils).
None. This is like walking into Safeway and seeing no whole wheat
bread. There were no pencil extenders. The only FIMO was the iridescent,
flourescent block. All the Cernit and Sculpey was in kits for children.
(A la Elkins: Bright! Primary! Colors!) The only impulse purchase
I saw was a book that was too badly battered for me to even think of
buying retail. The fixatives were all brands that darken and destroy
carefully rendered pale pastels, making a bright landscape look like
a rainy day.
The clerks, with earrings in anything but their ears lollygagged
about, disinterested in their source of income.
I strolled down the street to the behemoth - the Starbucks of art
supply stores. Within 5 minutes, I had 3 3B pencils, two pencil
extenders, two cubes of FIMO extender (which will allow me to
resurrect the FIMO that is old and too crumbly to manipulate),
a cube of black FIMO, Senellier pastel fixative, and my two teeny
impulse purchases - a small metal tray for paints and a cube of
metallic shimmer FIMO.
This is a good lesson in corporate Darwinism. The "Art Store" did
not get big because of cut throat practices. They got big because
they have everything in stock, the clerks rush to the register when
someone has purchases, and you can find things. And, yeah, they
plonk stores down where there is a demographic that uses art
supplies.
ER
Brian Trosko
> they have everything in stock, the clerks rush to the register when
> someone has purchases, and you can find things. And, yeah, they
> plonk stores down where there is a demographic that uses art
> supplies.
I've always felt the same way about Borders books. Instead of making one
trip to the bookstore to find that what I want isn't in stock, and then
making a second trip back when my order arrives, I make a single trip.
And somehow, Borders is evil for driving small neighborhood bookstores out
of business.
Jim Hill
[ER had written:]
>>I strolled down the street to the behemoth - the Starbucks of art
>>supply stores.
>
>Is that the one whose name begins with another vowel? The clerks there are
>friendly and the selection is good; but it has sort of a cold, "warehouse"
>feel to it; not small and friendly at all.
Are you looking for friends or art supplies? Friendliness in a business
is a second-order effect for me. All the warmth and hail-fellow-well-met
is irrelevant if they don't have what I want.
Jim
--
"Jerri was quite giddy on our little getaway." -- Survivor Colby
Rick Vermillion-Salsbury
Elaine Richards wrote:
> The "Art Store" did not get big because of cut throat
> practices. They got big because they have everything in
> stock, the clerks rush to the register when someone has
> purchases, and you can find things.
'Minds me of Texas Art Supply, the big honkin' art store
when I lived in Houston. I haven't a freakin' clue how they
got as large as they did, given their predictable behavior.
I can't count the number of times I went in there asking
after something, only to be told "We don't carry it." Not
"I'll have to ask my manager", nor "I'm not sure but follow
me over here and we'll look" ...but a flat and certain
"Nope." Nine times out of ten, after noodling around the
store myself, I found what I was looking for -- despite the
best efforts of the quote, help, unquote. Dallas' selection
of art supply houses may not be any wider than Houston's,
but at least they won't try to -- what, bluff me?
Smeg-heads. Made me wish Best Buy carried art supplies, so I
could go there and get ignored properly, rather than misled.
Regards,
--
Erick Vermillion-Salsbury
http://www.concentric.net/~erick/
Geoff Miller
jim...@swcp.com (Jim Hill) writes:
> Friendliness in a business is a second-order effect for me.
> All the warmth and hail-fellow-well-met is irrelevant if
> they don't have what I want.
I don't care about friendliness so much as elementary courtesy.
Fuddy-duddy that I am, I expect store employees to display basic
social skills as well as some perfunctory sign of gratitude that
I'm helping to pay their meager wages. I expect eye contact, a
polite manner, helpfulness when required, and to hear the words
"Thank you" when I pay for my purchases. And computerized cash
registers or no, I also expect my change to be counted into my
hand just like it was in the Olden Days.
Geoff
--
"I saw another video once that featured someone fucking a chicken
to death. I don't think the chicken came." --Basking Dirtsnake
Steve Daniels
<ch...@suespammers.org> wrote:
>Peeve: CompUSA still sucks.
The next person that brings a Comp USA machine into my district will
be strung up and flogged with a length of Belden Cat 5e. And pictures
will be taken so we may look at them later and laugh.
fw
printed on your receipt.
This saves time.
"Geoff Miller" <geo...@u1.netgate.net> wrote in message
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Tim Mefford
Michael A. Atkinson <ch...@suespammers.org> wrote:
>Geoff Miller <geo...@netgate.net> wrote:
>>I don't care about friendliness so much as elementary courtesy.
>I'm glad you're back.
Gee, Mike, that reply seems more friendly than courteous. More
familiar and chummy than formal and mannerly. Some people might
take taunting Mr. Miller in such a manner to be downright
unfriendly. Never mind, then.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Tim Mefford | "vidi, veni"
t...@aracnet.com | -Julius Caesar on Cleopatra
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Terry Austin
"Strayhorn" <k...@duke.edu> wrote in message
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> In article <9ck4gk$4...@u1.netgate.net>, geo...@netgate.net wrote:
>
> > jim...@swcp.com (Jim Hill) writes:
> >
> > > Friendliness in a business is a second-order effect for me.
> > > All the warmth and hail-fellow-well-met is irrelevant if
> > > they don't have what I want.
> >
> >
> > I don't care about friendliness so much as elementary courtesy.
>
> five minutes the other day as the clerk carried on a conversation
> with a friend. Not the usual "Good to see you, let's have lunch"
> kinda thing, which is perfectly acceptable, but more like "Did
> you hear that (x) got married?" and "I heard from (y) last
> week and (insert life story here)."
>
> She studiously ignored me and the other guy the whole time.
> I eventually walked over to another line and paid for my
> mothballs. Clerk No. 1 was still yakking away as I left. The older
> guy who took my cash didn't even mumble "hello" or "good
> morning" or "kiss my ass" when I paid.
>
> Makes me yearn for a full-blown economic depression. I'd
> like to have the both of them under my lash, filling potholes.
>
I don't suppose it ever occurred to you to ask to talk to
the manager, did it? I mean, really, we wouldn't want to
do anything to actually _improve_ the system, now would
we? Then there'd be nothing to peeve about.
On the other hand, there's a fair chance the manager is
the problem. But at least then you'd know to shop elsewhere
in the future.
Terry Austin
Terry Austin
"fw" <exa...@invalid.com> wrote in message
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> The "thank you" should be
> printed on your receipt.
>
> This saves time.
>
The increasing use of recorded greetings at drive-through
windows. Aside from the implications of the fact that
this is the only part of the conversation that is intelligible,
it begins to grate to be wished a "nice day" by a recording
device that is probably smarter (and better paid) than the
burger flipper who spoke into it. It's damn near enough
to get me to learn to cook.
Terry Austin
Brian Trosko
>> Makes me yearn for a full-blown economic depression. I'd
>> like to have the both of them under my lash, filling potholes.
>>
> I don't suppose it ever occurred to you to ask to talk to
> the manager, did it?
Talk to the guy who's responsible for hiring, training, and employing such
cretins?
Yeah, that'll work.
Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide
>
> Which reminds me of a growing peeve:
>
> The increasing use of recorded greetings at drive-through
> windows.
I got a call today, and a semi-pleading voice said:
"Hi, I called a while back and you weren't in. I wanted
to tell you that I have this great carpet cleaning business,
and"
Whereupon I, not realizing that this was a recording, said
"Sorry, I don't have carpet in my house." Which is almost
not a lie.
And the voice carried on - pleading with me to just give
his business a chance and all. I quickly realized it was
a recording and hung up.
Feh. Dumb fucker can't even be bothered to hire foreigners
to do his obnoxious calling for him.
JZ
--
Jeff Zurschmeide + "Racing is a mystery.
Course Developer + It can't be taught, or written down,
SGI Global Education Services + or even told."
(503)638-3537 zur...@sgi.com + -Cale Yarborough
Art Walker
<ch...@suespammers.org> wrote:
>
>Peeve: CompUSA still sucks.
>
The online comic strip "Penny Arcade" was right on target a while back:
http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2000/20000920l.jpg
- Art
Terry Austin
Sometimes, it does. Sometimes, it doesn't. There's only one way to tell.
But you'd rather bitch than solve a problem, so don't let me stop you.
--
Terry Austin <tau...@hyperbooks.com>
http://www.hyperbooks.com/
If you don't use both your left brain and right brain,
you've basically just got half a brain.
-John Rudd
Peter Stickney
Michael A. Atkinson <ch...@suespammers.org> writes:
>
> Rick Vermillion-Salsbury <er...@concentric.net> wrote:
>
>>I can't count the number of times I went in there asking
>>after something, only to be told "We don't carry it." Not
>>"I'll have to ask my manager", nor "I'm not sure but follow
>>me over here and we'll look" ...but a flat and certain
>>"Nope." Nine times out of ten, after noodling around the
>>store myself, I found what I was looking for -- despite the
>>best efforts of the quote, help, unquote.
>
> come where his PC blew up, but on this one particular day I determined that
> a new IDE cable was required for the bimonthly Ritutal Of The PC
> Resurrection that I perform for him.
>
> We went to a CompUSA store, since it was the closest store that was open on
> Sunday.
>
> My father-in-law is laid back, easygoing, and one hell of a nice guy. He
> looked a bit bewildered as my back straightened, my stride lengthened, and
> my general demeanor became less and less like he's used to, as we walked up
> to the PC Accessories counter.
>
> I waited patiently for the drone to look up and notice me. "Where can I
> find IDE cables?" I asked in a soft voice.
>
> The pimply-faced drone said, "We don't have them."
Ohh! My turn! My Turn!
I spent my Summer and Fall consulting to my former Corporate Masters,
following their shifting my facility 200+ miles to a tachnological
backwater (Western Connecticut, really.) One of the older test
systems used in the Abuse Lab (Where blowing things up isn't just an
adventure, it's a job) needed a Brain transplant. (IBUS industrial
Passive backplane system, running Interactive SYSV/386, because It Has
To Work). That in itself wasn't a Big Deal, but the one missing
component was the piftail for the Parallel Port, (You know, the zippy
little 25 conductor ribbon cable with a D-connector on it.)
I decided to pick one up on the way down, no big deal, at a CompUSA
that I pass on my journeys South. It's a nice day, just before lunch,
so I amble in and start perusing the Pegboard of Handy Connector
Stuff. A Salesdroid happens to see me (He was racking some stuff, and
I asked him to move so I could see a section of shelf), and asked what
I was looking for.
<Cue Follow Spot>
Droid: "Can I help you find something?"
Me: "I'm looking for a 25 pin ribbon-"
Droid: "You're looking for a Modem!"
Me: "No, I'm looking for a par-"
Droid: "You're looking for a Mouse!"
Me: "No, thank you, I don't seem to be making myself clear.
perhaps I should be talking to some other guy."
At this point, the Droid takes a fit, and whips the plastic bag of
whatever he had onto the floor beside me. I stand up to my full
height (Nearly 2M on a hot day, with enough width across the shoulders
to fill a standard door (And enough girth to fill a door too, but I
digress)), and he takes off for the back, muttering away like he's got
Tourette's.
I'd had enough of this, so I left, and went down to the little
storefront PacRim Cloneshop just a bit down the Daniel Webster
Highway. The nice, smiling young lady behind the counter had just
sold the last parellel connector off the pegboard, but she went out
back to find her brother, and we raided a clone kit for the part.
Total time, 10 pleasant minutes, and whenever I need sundry stuff, I
don't go to CompUSA.
--
Pete Stickney Klein bottle for rent -- inquire within.
Julian Macassey
Peter Stickney <p-sti...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>One of the older test
>systems used in the Abuse Lab (Where blowing things up isn't just an
>adventure, it's a job) needed a Brain transplant. (IBUS industrial
>Passive backplane system, running Interactive SYSV/386, because It Has
>To Work).
Oh my God! Interactive Unix. First grabbed by Kodak.
Kodak? Yes, the company that "Catches those special moments"
owned an operating system company.
After making a complete mess of selling Unix on 386s in
fancy office space in Santa Monica, they were sold to Sun who
morphed them into Slowlaris on 386 in fancy office space in
Culver City.
I still have my Kodak Interactive coffee cup and it gets
daily use.
ObPeeve: Secretary is in hospital having problems with her girly
bits. As she is terminally cute, this has bummed out all the guys
at work. As we have just moved offices and nothing has been
straightened out yet, this is a further peeve.
--
A liberal arts education is in fact training for crossword
puzzles. - Ron Sullivan
Podkayne Fries
<ch...@suespammers.org> wrote:
>
>Peeve: CompUSA still sucks.
Yes, but you can take their ads to BestBuy and watch the manager turn
interesting colors when you ask him to price match something that
CompUSA is running as a loss leader. If you're in the mood, this is
definately a !Peeve.
Manager: "But we'll lose money if I sell it to you at that price!"
Moi: "And how does that affect me? Ring it up."
!Peeve: our local Meijers now price matches Krogers, Big Bear and the
local grocers, and will match their triple coupon promotions, too.
--
Regards, Podkayne Fries
Death before ducks out of row.
Terry Austin
>Terry Austin wrote:
>>
>
>> Which reminds me of a growing peeve:
>>
>> The increasing use of recorded greetings at drive-through
>> windows.
>
>I got a call today, and a semi-pleading voice said:
>
>"Hi, I called a while back and you weren't in. I wanted
>to tell you that I have this great carpet cleaning business,
>and"
>
>Whereupon I, not realizing that this was a recording, said
>"Sorry, I don't have carpet in my house." Which is almost
>not a lie.
>
>And the voice carried on - pleading with me to just give
>his business a chance and all. I quickly realized it was
>a recording and hung up.
>
>Feh. Dumb fucker can't even be bothered to hire foreigners
>to do his obnoxious calling for him.
>
You do realize that's illegal, and he now owes you $500, don't you?
And knowing is half the battle.
>as well as some perfunctory sign of gratitude that
>I'm helping to pay their meager wages. I expect eye contact, a
>polite manner, helpfulness when required, and to hear the words
>"Thank you" when I pay for my purchases.
In the Real World this earns the employess mucho venom and hatred from a large
number of customers.
Slap a dog with a paper long enough, he'll soon fear the paper.
>And computerized cash
>registers or no, I also expect my change to be counted into my
>hand just like it was in the Olden Days.
>
Riiiight. I avoid touching the general public as much as realistically
possible. You never know where they've been.
Sometimes you do.
--
"When life hands you a lemon, pull out a gun and start shooting."
"Sometimes dead people won't eat their yogurt." - DNRC
http://login.internettrash.com/users/lots42/index.html 4-27
And knowing is half the battle.
>She studiously ignored me and the other guy the whole time.
>I eventually walked over to another line and paid for my
>mothballs. Clerk No. 1 was still yakking away as I left. The older
>guy who took my cash didn't even mumble "hello" or "good
>morning" or "kiss my ass" when I paid.
>I'd
>like to have the both of them under my lash,
Fuck off. You got what you wanted from Clerk Number 2, so why the hell are you
bitching? If you want someone to kiss your ass, hire a whore.
And knowing is half the battle.
>The "thank you" should be
>printed on your receipt.
>
>This saves time.
>
Your computer should be thrown off a cliff. Top posting is a useless git
practice.
And knowing is half the battle.
>I can't count the number of times I went in there asking
>after something, only to be told "We don't carry it."
>Nine times out of ten, after noodling around the
>store myself, I found what I was looking for --
So after the second time why did you even bother asking the useless employees?
ObPeeve: Wasting time.
Steve Daniels
lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.), said:
>>And computerized cash
>>registers or no, I also expect my change to be counted into my
>>hand just like it was in the Olden Days.
>>
>
>Riiiight. I avoid touching the general public as much as realistically
>possible.
The last time I worked retail, it was harder to figure out the
computerized cash register than it was to simply count out the
change. Some of our customers really appreciated it. I had to
teach one of my cow-orkers how to do it when the machine broke
down and we were essentially making change out of a shoebox.
>You never know where they've been.
It's why god made soap.
Alan Gore
>I can't count the number of times I went in there asking
>after something, only to be told "We don't carry it." Not
>"I'll have to ask my manager", nor "I'm not sure but follow
>me over here and we'll look" ...but a flat and certain
>"Nope." Nine times out of ten, after noodling around the
>store myself, I found what I was looking for -- despite the
>best efforts of the quote, help, unquote.
This was because you were not actually in the art supply store, but in
the Home Depot next door.
ag...@qwest.net | "Giving money and power to the government
Alan Gore | is like giving whiskey and car keys
Software For PC's, Inc. | to teenaged boys" - P. J. O'Rourke
http://www.alangore.com
Peter Stickney
jul...@bokassa.tele.com (Julian Macassey) writes:
> Oh my God! Interactive Unix. First grabbed by Kodak.
> Kodak? Yes, the company that "Catches those special moments"
> owned an operating system company.
extensions. It wasn't the best, but it beats HP/UX.
>
> I still have my Kodak Interactive coffee cup and it gets
> daily use.
Yes, I can track my career by my Cofee Cups, too. It can be fun.
When I started at the World's Largest Manufacturer of Consumber
Batteries, I was in the kitchen of my lab, waitin for the coffee pot
to finish. The nutball Sysadmin (A real, honest to LaRouche Black
Helicopter Guy) came up behind me, and started asking if I knew about
all the Evils that were going on, like the Evil Federal Emergency
Management Agency and all of their super-whatever powers. I politeley
listened, said "No, I don't know anything about it", and turned
around, revealing my FEMA Coffee cup. He didn't talk to me for he
major part of a year.
M Holmes
: Goddam, but I stood in line at a chain hardware store for a good
: five minutes the other day as the clerk carried on a conversation
: with a friend. Not the usual "Good to see you, let's have lunch"
: kinda thing, which is perfectly acceptable, but more like "Did
: you hear that (x) got married?" and "I heard from (y) last
: week and (insert life story here)."
: She studiously ignored me and the other guy the whole time.
My mother really hates this and developed her own means of dealing with
it. She listens carefully to the conversation and interjects her own
questions at tactical junctures. The funniest I witnessed was during a
discussion of some coworker's illness and hospitalisation. My mum asked
if she might possibly be served before the funeral.
FoFP
Geoff Miller
lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.) writes:
[counting change into customers' hands]
> Riiiight. I avoid touching the general public as much
> as realistically possible. You never know where they've
> been.
Likewise, I'm sure.
I've done my share of cash register operation over the years
and I never found it necessary to a actually touch someone
when I put change into their hand. Maybe you're a spastic.
In addition to having a cootie complex, I mean.
Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide
>
> You do realize that's illegal, and he now owes you $500, don't you?
Actually, I didn't know it was illegal, and probably
wouldn't bother with the PITA of dunning him anyway.
I might, if he calls again, scream obscenities into the
phone, or use a referee's whistle, after pressing 8
to talk to a live person.
Geoff Miller
lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.) writes:
> Fuck off. You got what you wanted from Clerk Number 2, so why
> the hell are you bitching? If you want someone to kiss your
> ass, hire a whore.
Fuck off yourself, Roland the Resentful Retail Robot. I can well
understand how someone might built up quite a head o'hostility,
being parked in one of life's backwaters doing duty as a Lackluster
Video clerk. It's the same sort of sullenness that one sees from
waffle waitresses, office cleaners, and others in dead-end jobs.
It's a wonder that you manage to come home every night and somehow
refrain from slitting your wrists out of despair.
Then again, the key to equanimity is learning to lower your expec-
tations so that you're satisfied with your meager lot in life.
Don't get testy with the rest of us; it's not *our* fault that
you're a flunky and a failure, after all. Like the man in
"Caddyshack" said, the world needs ditchdiggers, too.
The Peeve, which you obviously missed, isn't that the customer
didn't ultimately get service. It's that the customer had to
go to a second clerk at all, because the first clerk was pre-
occupied jawboning to a friend instead of doing s/h/its job.
The true professional has a proper work ethic and sense of
personal responsibility no matter what his job. Contrary to
popular belief in these days of "Its' not my FAAAUUULT!",
having a shitty job doesn't relieve someone of maintaining
a proper attitude and discharging his duties promptly and
with a sense of obligation. If you don't pull your head
out of your ass, you'll never be anything but a clerk at a
video parlor. If you motivate yourself, maybe, with hard
work and a little luck, you'll graduate to fry cook one day.
Oh, and if you _do_ decide to slit your wrists, be sure to
cut your arms lengthwise. It's a common misconception that
one cuts *across* the wrists watchband-style.
Tae Hyong Kim
<geo...@u1.netgate.net> wrote:
> lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.) writes:
["Clerks"-inspired rage/whining and most of Geoff's reply snipped]
> Oh, and if you _do_ decide to slit your wrists, be sure to
> cut your arms lengthwise. It's a common misconception that
> one cuts *across* the wrists watchband-style.
Sing it loud, Geoff.
Of course, it's not so much the cutting _across_ the wrist that
produces such amateurish results, but the extension of the hand at the
wrist a la "Spiderman slinging web" during the slicing that causes the
larger blood vessels to recede further into the wrist. This makes the
effort to reach them much more painful, which causes many to quit after
minimal effort. Additionally, extending the wrist further protects the
vessels by tendons that remain closer to the surface of the skin.
The end result are alice and kickin' limp-wristed Prozac-suckers, each
with a whopping reconstructive surgery bill and personal stories
depressingly similar to Kaysen's _Girl Interrupted_.
Might I suggest liberal shots of Prestone antifreeze mixed with
whatever booze you find lying around, instead? The ethylene glycol
tastes sweet, gets you ripped, and you die peacefully - barring hypoxic
seizures, 'natch.
I mean, if it works for the neighborhood cats ...
- Tae
Terry Austin
"Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide" <zur...@sgi.com> wrote in message
news:3AEED94B...@sgi.com...
> Terry Austin wrote:
> >
>
> > You do realize that's illegal, and he now owes you $500, don't you?
>
> Actually, I didn't know it was illegal, and probably
> wouldn't bother with the PITA of dunning him anyway.
Title 47, Section 227 of the US Code says that if the
first thing you hear is not a human voice, and the automated
system is trying to sell you something, it's illegal, and creates
a "right of private action" in an appropriate state court
for $500, or actual damages, whichever is more. Triple
if you can prove they knew it was illegal. Since it's almost
certainly a local business, you might look into how difficult
and expensive small claims court is. If you live in California,
I can point you at some case law (though not as much as
I'd like - yet).
>
> I might, if he calls again, scream obscenities into the
> phone, or use a referee's whistle, after pressing 8
> to talk to a live person.
>
Just ask for their mailing address. It's illegal for them
to not tell you that, too. Then sue them in small
claims. That will actually get them to stop bothering
you. Abusing them will get them to complain to
the phone company about you, and leave the
phone company inclined to dismiss your counter
complaints.
Though it will, no doubt, make you feel better.
Terry Austin
And knowing is half the battle.
> Maybe you're a spastic.
>In addition to having a cootie complex, I mean.
>
Yeah, cause we all know cold and flu germs are just *pretend*.
And knowing is half the battle.
>The Peeve, which you obviously missed, isn't that the customer
>didn't ultimately get service. It's that the customer had to
>go to a second clerk at all,
Then how come the Peever in question wished that clerk one and two were under
his lash?
Clerk 2 performed his or her job. Said Peever expected pointless, useless
things from Clerk 2 and got very mad when it wasn't delivered.
Chris Pando
is half the battle.) wrote:
>
>Yeah, cause we all know cold and flu germs are just *pretend*.
>
Since there is no such thing as a cold germ (or a flu germ, for
that matter), pretend is a pretty good way of describing it.
Chris
--
Sredni Vashtar went forth,
His thoughts were red thoughts and his teeth were white.
His enemies called for peace, but he brought them death.
Sredni Vashtar the Beautiful.
Geoff Miller
Earlier I wrote:
: The Peeve, which you obviously missed, isn't that the customer
: didn't ultimately get service. It's that the customer had to
: go to a second clerk at all,
lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.) responds:
> Then how come the Peever in question wished that clerk one and
> two were under his lash?
Because he was *annoyed* at having to go to a second clerk at
all. The first clerk would deserve to be under his lash for
obvious reasons.
> Clerk 2 performed his or her job. Said Peever expected pointless,
> useless things from Clerk 2 and got very mad when it wasn't
> delivered.
You mean like *service?* If it were me, I'd have wanted clerk #2
under my lash partly to make an example of s/h/it -- and partly
because I'd probably have caught clerk #2 flatfooted and unpre-
pared to be sufficiently snotty.
I think I'll start calling you "Video Bitch."
Terry Austin
"And knowing is half the battle." <lot...@aol.comaol.com> wrote in message
news:20010501151834...@ng-cs1.aol.com...
too. For that matter, you probably do at home.
Terry Austin
Jim Gray
Strayhorn wrote:
> In article <9ck4gk$4...@u1.netgate.net>, geo...@netgate.net wrote:
>
> > jim...@swcp.com (Jim Hill) writes:
> >
> > > Friendliness in a business is a second-order effect for me.
> > > All the warmth and hail-fellow-well-met is irrelevant if
> > > they don't have what I want.
> >
> >
> > I don't care about friendliness so much as elementary courtesy.
While we were working on the ObHouse we spent an inordinate amount
of time and money at Lowe's (the one in Cary, fwiw). We systematically
avoided the Gahden Center checkouts and the two available cattle stalls
for the SoccerMoms.
Nope, we'd zip right down to the Contractor's checkout and buzz right on
through. Seems all those SoccerMoms would git terryfied and all jumpy
when they wandered down to that end of the store and seen all them
fuzzy,
scraggly, snaggle-toothed builders, thinking they'd be mo-lested. Why
they'd hightail it right back up there by the towels and wallpaper and
silk
plants.
During our sojourns to the Contractor's checkout, we would see the same
ObClerk each and every weekend, sometimes twice on a Saturday. We
all became friendly and she always wanted to know how the ObHouse
was progressing.
Once we'd finished we had no reason to go back for awhile. We must
have lost another screwdriver or something, but back we went one day.
As usual she was there at the register but, when she saw us, she about
knocked us down wanting to know, "Where the Hell have you been?!?
I thought something happened to you! We haven't seen you in so long!"
That's the kind of service *I* like.
JimG
-----------------
"You're out of the woods, you're out of the dark, you're out of the
night"
--my former cow-orkers to me as I left DeeEmVee
Geoff Miller
"Terry Austin" <tau...@hyperbooks.com> sniffs:
> I'll bet you kick the lever to flush a toilet in a public
> shithouse, too. For that matter, you probably do at home.
There's a Union 76 station in Scotts Valley that I'm convinced
is owned by a control freak. First, the driveways are carefully
designed to allow cars to enter from Mount Hermon Road via one
ramp only (the "downstream" one); the other, "upstream" driveway
is angled like a freeway entrance ramp, in order to prevent anyone's
coming in that way. The concrete of the ramp was actually poured
and cast that way. There's also a row of heavy concrete tree pots
lined up in a row just inside the property line from the sidewalk,
just to one side of the designed outbound driveway, performing a
function not unlike those of the tank barricades at Omaha Beach.
In the restroom, there's a neatly printed and laminated sign on
the wall behind the toilet, carefully positioned to be adjacent
to the chrome flush handle, asking people not to flush the toilet
with their feet.
What the hell? What possible difference would it make if someone
were to flush the goddam toilet with his foot? It certainly wouldn't
damage the metal handle. Is the sole of somebody's shoe assumed to
be dirtier than a shot of mis-aimed urine that may have landed on
the toilet handle, or a thin film of fecal matter from when somebody
experienced an episode of toilet tissue "breakthrough?" Doubtful.
Any subsequent toilet users would presumably wash their hands after
using the toilet, anyway.
Ergo, the only possible explanation is that the owner of the gas
station objects to handle-kicking on aesthetic grounds, and frust-
rated with a cruel fate that landed him in the insignificant role
of gas station owner, is trying to compensate for a feeling of
bitter impotence by imposing his iron will on the public at large
-- at least, in his own pathetic little corner of the universe.
The Ranger
[==kicking shitter's handle==]
>What the hell? What possible difference would it make if
>someone were to flush the goddam toilet with his foot?
To prevent some lout from breaking the fucking thing, you dolt. Just cause
in ain't your toy doesn't mean that you aren't expected to take care of
it...
ObSheesh: Sheesh.
ObTopictothetopicdrift: Had a "cashier" (said so right on his name badge) at
a local [to me] restaurant count the exact change I gave him using his
fingers. After letting him struggle with US$0.68 (two quarters, one dime,
one nickel, and three pennies) in change, I told him that it was exact
change. Thank the gahdz I wasn't expecting change back. He might have
resorted to using his toes...
The Ranger
Dan Hillman
> ObTopictothetopicdrift: Had a "cashier" [... We can stop right there, really]
I like playing the how-many-clues-can-I-spot-that-give-away-that-you're-
not-really-figuring-out-my-change game, like
* That quick peek up at the numeric display
* Starting with the bills, then getting the change
* Selecting high-value coins before small-value coins
My absolutely fucking favorite, though, was the numb bitch at the nearby
7-11 who owed me two dollars and 86 cents:
Two dollars. Three quarters. <pause> A nickel. <pause> <furtive
glance at numeric display> Another nickel. A penny.
This, my friends, is not someone who's playing six moves ahead in the
chess game of life. The accompanying sound was either me cracking my
knuckles impatiently or the plastic gears clicking over in her
crack-addled bean.
I can't fucking wait for Liberal Arts Larry and Suzy DropOut to give up
trying to find new "web development" jobs and go back to making my
bricks-and-mortar shopping experience better.
--
Dan Hillman hil...@quahog.org http://quahog.org/hillman/
And knowing is half the battle.
>Because years of living on the farm have instructed me that beings
>with 2-digit IQs often need physical encouragement to perform even
>the most menial of tasks. Thinks like cows, pigs, and you.
Aah, sometimes life is so good to you.
>And, yes, I do expect pointless, useless things from people serving
>me.
I value my time. Clerk scans, price rings up right, I get back correct change,
I'm happy.
>Ah, that fine word: serving. That's what they are doing. I have
>the white shirt, the tie, the expensive Euro auto. They have the
>drone job. They serve me.
I see. So when you get bad service it's karma. Nice to know that's how the
world works.
If you really place that much value in your white shirt, a rope about your neck
and an overprice Euro auto, I pity you.
In case you don't understand, the person performing the valubale service you so
desire is human. Yes, some are jerks. Some aren't.
All have power over YOU.
Many have strange and mysterious powers that they will gladly use to fuck you
over. IF you deserve it.
And knowing is half the battle.
>You mean like *service?* If it were me, I'd have wanted clerk #2
>under my lash partly to make an example of s/h/it -- and partly
>because I'd probably have caught clerk #2 flatfooted and unpre-
>pared to be sufficiently snotty.
In other words, you would want someone to get punished for a) doing their job
but not doing it with enough ass kissing and b) reasons you have made up
completely out of thin air.
*Sigh*.
I expected better from you, Geoff. Usually your posts have solid logic and
reason behind them 100%.
Not anymore. It's a sad day.
>I think I'll start calling you "Video Bitch."
A name assigned simply because I believe competent employees shouldn't have to
ass kiss if they don't feel like it?
It'd be a name I wear with pride.
And knowing is half the battle.
>Ergo, the only possible explanation is that the owner of the gas
>station objects to handle-kicking on aesthetic grounds,
Considering the figurative and literal shit many gas station owners go through
on a daily basis, I don't begrudge one a little psychosis on part with the
shitter handle.
Retail employees are a much maligned lot. Fear them. And take a look at
customerssuck.com while you're at it. A good source of peeving for those who
understand that human beings exist behind the name tags.
And knowing is half the battle.
>
>My absolutely fucking favorite, though, was the numb bitch at the nearby
>7-11 who owed me two dollars and 86 cents:
>
> Two dollars. Three quarters. <pause> A nickel. <pause> <furtive
> glance at numeric display> Another nickel. A penny.
It was the right change. What the fuck more do you want, a blowjob?
If you can't handle the fact that maybe, just maybe, the cashier might not be
Computo The Amazing Math Brain at the end of an eight hour shift after being
yelled at by Inbred Redneck and his Giant Flab Of Fury Spouse and being sworn
at by Bitch Goddesses From The Welfare Dimension then cower behind your monitor
and order from web grocery services, if any still exist.
Geoff Miller
"The Ranger" <cuhul...@yahoo.com> writes:
[flushing with one's foot: why the hell not?]
> To prevent some lout from breaking the fucking thing, you dolt.
I can see how this might be a problem if toilet flush handles
were made of oleomargarine. But since you seem to be unaware
of it, pigpud, they're made of steel. And steel, as you may
have been told by someone in possession of a Clue, is pretty
damned difficult to break.
In that particular application, the piece of steel in question is
relatively thick for its length. In order to break it, someone
would have to put considerable weight on it. And in order to put
enough weight on it to break it, he'd have to step up onto the
goddam toilet seat, place one foot on the handle, and make a
deliberate effort to shift his weight onto that foot. And not
only that, he'd probably even have to pivot his center of mass
directly over the handle...which would be rather difficult with
the frigging wall in the way, now wouldn't it, brainiac?
> Just cause in ain't your toy doesn't mean that you aren't
> expected to take care of it...
Stop parroting things that you were told the last time you were
pivot man at a circle jerk, and use your fucking *brain* for once.
The Ranger
>[flushing with one's foot: why the hell not?]
>> To prevent some lout from breaking the fucking thing, you dolt.
Jezuzfuckin'christcryin'onhiscrutch, you not only bask in your ignorance but
are able to exhibit new levels of stupidity.
Re-exam the area in question. Or better still, try and fix one after a
cluster-fuck like you has kicked it -- because it's "made out-o'-steel".
An institutional handle (let's not even think for a moment that we're
talking a residential model) has several flexible parts within it that
separate-and-break under adverse conditions -- and putting a 200 lb
overweight, overstressed body of dead-weight behind a four-inch
handle/gasket using a size 12 boot would be very adverse conditions.
>In that particular application, the piece of steel in question is
>relatively thick for its length. In order to break it, someone
>would have to put considerable weight on it.
And dingleberries like yourself do just such, intentional or not.
>And in order to put enough weight on it to break it, he'd have to
>step up onto the goddam toilet seat, place one foot on the handle,
>and make a deliberate effort to shift his weight onto that foot.
Bullshit, pissbrain. We're not talking urinal height here. A 5'8", any age,
male can easily kick his foot the requisite height that the majority of
institutional comode handles are. Putting "enough weight to break it" comes
with the follow-through momentum.
>And not
>only that, he'd probably even have to pivot his center of mass
>directly over the handle...which would be rather difficult with
>the frigging wall in the way, now wouldn't it, brainiac?
Go back to the crapper and take another look...
>use your fucking *brain* for once.
I'd recommend the same of you, 'cept you've shown the level of thought
you're capable of.
The Ranger
Terry Austin
"Geoff Miller" <geo...@u1.netgate.net> wrote in message
news:9cni69$s...@u1.netgate.net...
>
>
> "Terry Austin" <tau...@hyperbooks.com> sniffs:
>
> > I'll bet you kick the lever to flush a toilet in a public
> > shithouse, too. For that matter, you probably do at home.
>
>
> There's a Union 76 station in Scotts Valley that I'm convinced
> is owned by a control freak. First, the driveways are carefully
> designed to allow cars to enter from Mount Hermon Road via one
> ramp only (the "downstream" one); the other, "upstream" driveway
> is angled like a freeway entrance ramp, in order to prevent anyone's
> coming in that way. The concrete of the ramp was actually poured
> and cast that way. There's also a row of heavy concrete tree pots
> lined up in a row just inside the property line from the sidewalk,
> just to one side of the designed outbound driveway, performing a
> function not unlike those of the tank barricades at Omaha Beach.
Traffic flow is money in a busy gas station. Or he could be, as you
say, a control freak.
>
> In the restroom, there's a neatly printed and laminated sign on
> the wall behind the toilet, carefully positioned to be adjacent
> to the chrome flush handle, asking people not to flush the toilet
> with their feet.
>
> What the hell? What possible difference would it make if someone
> were to flush the goddam toilet with his foot?
Think about how much pressure it take to move that handle far
enough to flush. Now compare that to the amount of force
one can exert with a kick. Try kicking your walls if you need
more data.
It breaks the valve. Quickly. And those valves cost well
over a hundred bucks each. And the plumber who installs
it even more.
>It certainly wouldn't
> damage the metal handle.
It certainly does. And the mountings, which are
thin, machined metal with built-in fatigue points,
and the rubber and plastic seals. And the sheet
brass tube coming out the bottom. And the porcelain
it's attached to.
I've seen all broken by foot-flushers.
>Is the sole of somebody's shoe assumed to
> be dirtier than a shot of mis-aimed urine that may have landed on
> the toilet handle, or a thin film of fecal matter from when somebody
> experienced an episode of toilet tissue "breakthrough?" Doubtful.
> Any subsequent toilet users would presumably wash their hands after
> using the toilet, anyway.
>
> Ergo, the only possible explanation is that the owner of the gas
> station objects to handle-kicking on aesthetic grounds,
That may be the only possible explantion, but the real explation
is that you have no idea what you're talking about.
And the owner may be a control freak, as well.
>and frust-
> rated with a cruel fate that landed him in the insignificant role
> of gas station owner, is trying to compensate for a feeling of
> bitter impotence by imposing his iron will on the public at large
> -- at least, in his own pathetic little corner of the universe.
It makes you feel important to reduce every other profession
to "pathetic loser" status, don't it?
Terry Austin
Geoff Miller
lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.) writes:
> Considering the figurative and literal shit many gas station
> owners go through on a daily basis,
Oh, poodle vomit. They sit on their asses all day, empty the
wastebaskets and take the pump readings at day's end, and then
go home and sit on their asses some more. As Vinnie would say,
boo fuckin' hoo. My heart bleeds raspberry Kool-Aid for those
lazy bastards.
There's this Beacon station, also in Scotts Valley, that
seems to hire only people with bizarre personality dis-
orders. The original counterman I met there was this guy
who resembled Ray Manzarek of the Doors, but with a peculiar
intensity about him. A nice enough guy to be sure, but you
could tell there was just something not quite right about
him. He made me think of an axe murderer.
One time I went in and asked for the key to the restroom, and
the matron behind the counter presumed to correct my phrasing.
(I'd said, "May I _have_ the key to the restroom?" rather than
"May I _borrow_ the key to the restroom?") Picking up her
theme and running with it, I sarcastically remarked that I
had a big collection of gast station restroom keys-on-sticks
at home.
I never saw her again, but there was this other goofball who's
now there more often than not. The guy is in his fifties and
vaguely resembles Hunter S. Thompson, albeit with an oddly wary
edge to his manner. He once told me, upon handing me the
restroom key-on-a-stick, "You know the rules, Geoff. Turn out
the lights and lock the door when you're done." Excuse me?
"Geoff?" First of all, I'm both a customer and a stranger, and
am therefore "Sir" or "Mr. Miller" to you. And second, don't
you think you're taking yourself and your gas station restroom
just a _wee_ bit seriously?
Later in the same visit, after I'd drained my bladder and gone
to fuel my car, I did my usual thing and bounced the rear of
the car to burp the diesel fuel bubbles out of the filler pipe
so that I could top off the tank. I finished the fill-up, went
in, signed for my purchase (peeve: credit card readers that are
inop), and walked back to my car.
Just as I opened the door, there came a crackle over the PA
system: "Geoff, don't bounce your car like that. It drops
grease onto the pavement." Oh, bullshit. There's no grease
waiting to fall off the underside of my car. I know that
because I get underneath it on a regular and frequent basis.
And even if there were, so goddam what? This is a gas station,
not an operating room. I've made a point of bouncing my car
every time I fill up there since then, and he's never said a
word when I go inside.
Which is a mixed blessing, since I'd love to lay the following
scripted spiel on him, Zen-hoodlum fashion: "You know, I bet that
when you were eighteen years old and had your entire future
stretching out before you, bright and full of limitless promise,
you'd never have imaged that at this point in your life you'd be
working at a goddam filling station. You know what I think? I
think your petty tyrant act is just an effort to compensate for
the fact that your life is a complete and utter failure." I'd
be like the guy in that Ray Bradbury short story who switched
the mirror in the funhouse so that it made the midget appear
even smaller than he actually was, instead of taller.
As an aside, I was doing my bounce-the-car thing while filling
up at another gas station recently when a car pulled in next to
my own. It was driven by an old man who saw what I was doing, and
so I knew immediately that I'd hear about it: "What're yew doin'
*that* fer?" There's something about people of the WWII generation
that emboldens them to get nosy and pointedly inquisitive whenever
they seen anything that they consider unusual behavior. Interesting
how social mores change between generations...
> I don't begrudge one a little psychosis on part with the
> shitter handle.
Life's tough all over. You could make similarly Pollyannic
allowances for just about everybody. The trouble is, making
excuses for other people's shortcomings isn't this 'ere forum's
stock in trade. Maybe you'd be happier over in alt.goodnews.
> Retail employees are a much maligned lot. Fear them.
I don't fear flunkies. Retail employees are either punk kids with
no other work experience, or adults who are stuck in such dead-end
positions because they're too goddam dumb or uneducated to get *real*
jobs. (As somebody once observed, if you're 25 or older and still
working at a job that requires you to wear a nametag, it's time for
some self-scrutiny and reappraisal of one's progress through the
great game of life.)
I don't begrudge them that, necessarily; like the saying goes, we've
all gotta be _somewhere_. And like the Gammas in _Brave New World_,
these folks occupy menial niches so that the rest of us can turn our
attention to loftier matters. All I ask of them is courtesy and
competence. How they live their pathetic Jerry Springer/monster
truck rally lives when they're off-shift is of no consequence to me.
But *fear* them? Surely you geste, Beau. The worst I can expect
from the likes of them is the sort of dull, reptilian resentment
that one occasionally detects from the serving and cleaning classes,
but that makes no ne'ermind to me. Noblesse oblige relieves me of
having to notice or care. Like the first class and steerage passen-
gers aboard a Gilded Age steamer, they live in their world and I live
in mine -- and never the twain shall meet, Mark.
E Varden
You've been reading those scaremongering subway ads. You don't
catch the 'flu from catching a nickle fer crissakes.
Ob?P: There is a serious theory being enjoyed that indicates our
children's immune-systems are being compromised by clean-freak
parents.
Pe
--
"This is gettin' to be re goddam DICulous!" J Wayne
Geoff Miller
lot...@aol.comaol.com (Video Bitch.) writes:
> In other words, you would want someone to get punished for
> a) doing their job but not doing it with enough ass kissing
> and b) reasons you have made up completely out of thin air.
If you weren't a prisoner of your own petty resentment about
being a member of the serving class, you'd grasp that being
polite 'n' courteous 'n' stuff isn't the same thing as "ass
kissing." You appear to be believe that any crack in a
serving droid's surly facade is a sign of weakness. You'll
certainly go far with *that* attitude, yup-a-yup. At this
rate, you'll never advance beyond your current role as one
of life's bit-players -- eternally confined to a supporting
role. One day I'll literally own you and you'll have to
lick the ground that I walk on.
> I expected better from you, Geoff. Usually your posts have
> solid logic and reason behind them 100%.
It occurs to me that you'd better appreciate the solid logic
and reason behind _this_ one if you didn't have the distraction
of your hand down your pants. Say, isn't that a stack of
returned videos over there? You'd better get busy reshelving
them before the evening rush of people with *real* jobs comes
in after work.
E Varden
>
> Geoff Miller wondered:
> [==kicking shitter's handle==]
> >What the hell? What possible difference would it make if
> >someone were to flush the goddam toilet with his foot?
>
> To prevent some lout from breaking the fucking thing, you dolt. Just cause
> in ain't your toy doesn't mean that you aren't expected to take care of
> it...
>
Ranger, you dim piece of cork-board! Those flush-levers (NOT
pronounced "levvers" damn it!) were designed for commercial
abuse. It takes a lot of torquage to bust one, and that is called
vandalism.
A different issue.
Although trashing a bog when the thing doesn't flush (same in all
adjacent porcelains: American Standard keep getting the contract
for pissoirs which do not evacuate after the press, and Crane who
keeps getting to install whooshing spray-making shitters THAT DO
NOT FLUSH) is a dandy precursor to reporting the problem to
whomever and threatening to call in the Board 'O Health and/or
filing a union grievance.
We have been entertained here with stories of residential
slow-goes (the misguided Greens and the Industrial Designers who
provided us with ceramic bowls of Brown Trout, I reserve a
special Peeve) it's the commercial bogs that need flaying!
Pe
Charlie Stross
as <p-sti...@worldnet.att.net> declared:
>Yes, I can track my career by my Cofee Cups, too. It can be fun.
Most UK companies don't hand out coffee cups. However, on occasion
I lay my hands on some ... entertaining ones. F'r'xample, when I
punched out of Datacash I was *planning* on simply resigning in a
tight-lipped way, not saying where I was going, and for the last
week using a mug I've got stashed away. Alas, I was too peeved and
basically spent the last three months on gardening leave, so I did
not get to deploy the mug with the royal crest, lightning bolts,
and letters G.C.H.Q. on the side.
-- Charlie
I are sigfile disease!!
All your quote are belong to us.
Copy us every "sig"!
Terry Austin
>
>
> "The Ranger" <cuhul...@yahoo.com> writes:
>
> [flushing with one's foot: why the hell not?]
>
> > To prevent some lout from breaking the fucking thing, you dolt.
>
> I can see how this might be a problem if toilet flush handles
> were made of oleomargarine. But since you seem to be unaware
> of it, pigpud, they're made of steel.
Actually, dumbshit, they're made of brass, which is not
nearly so strong. Furthermore, the handle itself is held on
with a brass nut, which is fairly thin, and has the pre-made
stress points of threads being machined in. Those nuts
are not fragile, by any means, but the average human
adult is quite capable of exerting enough force with
a kick to damage it. On top of that, there are leverage
effects between the handle, the brass body, the pipe
going into the wall, and the 17 gauge rolled brass
tube going to the toilet that can amplify that force
quite a lot. I've seen every componet except the
brass body break from kicking, including the internal
working parts of the value.
It is a _common_ problem, contrary to your
idiotic delusions.
>And steel, as you may
> have been told by someone in possession of a Clue, is pretty
> damned difficult to break.
It is also very prone to rusting in the presence of water,
as anyone with an IQ larger than yours would know,
and toilets have - gasp - water in them. As well as,
among other excessively corrosive compounds,
uric acid, which will, over relatively short time periods,
rust even stainless steel.
>
> In that particular application, the piece of steel in question is
> relatively thick for its length.
At the thinest point, the nut that holds that handle on is
less than 1/16th of an inch thick.
>In order to break it, someone
> would have to put considerable weight on it.
Or kick it a few dozen times, which happens in the
course of a few days when dipshits like you are
around.
>And in order to put
> enough weight on it to break it, he'd have to step up onto the
> goddam toilet seat, place one foot on the handle, and make a
> deliberate effort to shift his weight onto that foot.
Nope. Come visit me sometime, and I'll demonstrate,
on your head or your testicles, your choice, just how
much force an adult male can exert with a kick at
waist level. And I'm middle aged, fat and out of shape.
>And not
> only that, he'd probably even have to pivot his center of mass
> directly over the handle...which would be rather difficult with
> the frigging wall in the way, now wouldn't it, brainiac?
Or he could just kick it at waist level, like every
retard (such as you) do, dozens of times a day, for
a few weeks.
>
>
> > Just cause in ain't your toy doesn't mean that you aren't
> > expected to take care of it...
>
> Stop parroting things that you were told the last time you were
> pivot man at a circle jerk, and use your fucking *brain* for once.
My irony meter just broke. I'll send you a bill.
In my experience in the plumbing industry, which was close
to a decade, the single most common reason to have to
spend several hundred bucks to repair a Sloane valve
is because there are so many idiotic knotheads, such
as yourself, who are such genetic throwbacks they
cannot remember what their opposable thumbs
are for.
Terry Austin
Terry Austin
"Strayhorn" <k...@duke.edu> wrote in message
news:kes-333B73.1...@news.duke.edu...
> In article <20010502015713...@ng-mn1.aol.com>,
> lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.) wrote:
>
> > >From: geo...@u1.netgate.net (Geoff Miller)
> >
> > >Ergo, the only possible explanation is that the owner of the gas
> > >station objects to handle-kicking on aesthetic grounds,
> >
> > Considering the figurative and literal shit many gas station owners go
> > through
> > on a daily basis,
>
> (x) per gallon to reflect today's price of (x+y) per gallon? Or should
> I just go ahead and hike it to (x+y2) and shrug when the customers
> complain?"
Shit, you're as clueless as the dipship pretending to be Geoff,
aren't you? Any gas station that's still got gas they bought
two months ago has already been torn down and turned
into a Stop-N-Rob. Their margins do not allow such
slow turn rates.
Terry Austin
Terry Austin
>
>
> lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.) writes:
>
> > Considering the figurative and literal shit many gas station
> > owners go through on a daily basis,
>
> Oh, poodle vomit. They sit on their asses all day, empty the
> wastebaskets and take the pump readings at day's end, and then
> go home and sit on their asses some more. As Vinnie would say,
> boo fuckin' hoo. My heart bleeds raspberry Kool-Aid for those
> lazy bastards.
You used to be funny, back when you knew what you
were talking about at least once in a while.
You're not really Geoff, are you?
>
> There's this Beacon station, also in Scotts Valley, that
> seems to hire only people with bizarre personality dis-
> orders. The original counterman
So now you've changed the subject from owner
to counterman, eh? And you think that makes you
look less clueless?
Welcome back not-Geoff.
Terry Austin
Charlie Stross
>It was the right change. What the fuck more do you want, a blowjob?
>
>If you can't handle the fact that maybe, just maybe, the cashier might not be
>Computo The Amazing Math Brain at the end of an eight hour shift after being
>yelled at by Inbred Redneck and his Giant Flab Of Fury Spouse and being sworn
>at by Bitch Goddesses From The Welfare Dimension then cower behind your monitor
>and order from web grocery services, if any still exist.
In my misbegotten youth, before I learned better, guess what: I had to
operate a cash register.
Now, this was in the days when Casio's green-glowing nixie tubes ruled
supreme -- but because I worked for cheapskates, I got to use ancient
electromechanical registers. Not so ancient that they totalled up in
pounds, shillings, and pence, but ancient enough.
Here's something that should clue you in, sucker: in about 80% of
purchases I was able to tell the customers how much their payment should
be, before the gears of the register ground round: and I could calculate
the change from most arbitrary collections of notes in my head -- and
get it right.
I could do this not because I am a vast unsympathetic intelligence from
Mars, but because it's ADDITION and SUBTRACTION. And, weirdly enough,
we teach these esoteric arts to very small human beings in places called
SCHOOLS, and they are expected to have mastered these arts by the time
they are six years old -- because by that time, they've moved on to more
complicated concepts like multiplication, division, and spelling. And
here's another concept for you: if you have to do it a couple of hundred
times a day in the course of your job, then after a few months you will
get FAST and ACCURATE at it.
If your cashier can't handle a task that an eight-year-old has to be
able to accomplish before we let them out of infant's school, then
they should consider a change of career to something challenging like
generating carbon dioxide to encourage crop growth, or hammering in
fence posts with their heads.
Don Homuth
>In article <20010502015713...@ng-mn1.aol.com>,
>lot...@aol.comaol.com (And knowing is half the battle.) wrote:
>
>> Considering the figurative and literal shit many gas station owners go
>> through
>> on a daily basis,
>
>Such as "Should I hike the price of gas I purchased two months ago at
>(x) per gallon to reflect today's price of (x+y) per gallon? Or should
>I just go ahead and hike it to (x+y2) and shrug when the customers
>complain?"
In these parts, there are few "gas station owners" around at all. Any
more, most are owned by the BigAwlCompanies themselves, and have
nothing at all to do with local ownership. Even the "managers" are
mostly employees.
>Although now that I think if it, since most gas stations in my area are
>owned by Indians (turban, not teepee) these days,
Even in other places, what you see behind the counter is often at best
a lessee, and not an "owner."
>... I guess the main
>question is whether to convert the now-unused service bays into
>a restaurant or a small shop selling crap.
The afforementioned BAC's figured out early on that "service" bays,
once the Consumer Affairs folks in local and (mostly) state gubmints
got on their cases for ripping folks off, ended up being mostly a
money-losing proposition. So they dropped them.
There's a reason why they became convenience stores -- it's just
another form of overpricing conspiracy, nearly as I can discern.
>> Retail employees are a much maligned lot.
>
>For a very good reason.
The only worse entity is retail owners who hire and train them.
>>Fear them. And take a look at
>> customerssuck.com while you're at it.
>
>Reminded me of when I had to grade papers written by 10th graders. And
>you say these people are adults? No wonder that the idea of universal
>sufferage is no longer in vogue.
Not on the amUsenet, anyhoo. Folks hereon tend to believe that since
they have sufficient brainpower to master a GUI, that means anyone who
can't should have suffrage.
>> A good source of peeving for those
>> who
>> understand that human beings exist behind the name tags.
>
>Human beings? Big Fucking Deal. I care more for my cats than
>most human beings. Scratch most humans and you'll find
>Jerry Falwell.
Jerry would likely not agree. Few have scaled the Heights of
Righteousness as he has. You need better acquaintances.
> Get a bunch of humans together and it won't
>be long before some of them start building concentration camps
>for the others.
Like the Consurrrrvatives and Libertoonians on the Net?
>Screw 'em. They are insignificant. In the last 100 years they've
>been gassed, shot, buried, bayonetted, bombed, burned, starved,
>hanged, electrocuted, beaten, deliberately diseased, drownded
>and blasted into atoms by the MILLIONS.
All in the Name of The Lowered, capitalism, socialism, national
socialism, The King, The Queen, the Royal Family, the Tribe, Our
Thing, whatever.
So -- what else is new. That had been done a-plenty for the entire
history of HyoominBeens, seems as how.
>And the sun came up the next day. Nothing changed.
Save that some who had looked at it weren't there.
>The only difference is that some people were wise enought to
>notice that ol' Jesu was correct - there is only the quick
>and the dead. And to remain quick, you sometimes had to
>step over the bodies of the dead.
Killing each other in The Nime of The Lowered is a long-standing
rationale for human behavior. Still going on. Works for me -- if it
weren't that, it'd be something else.
>And, quite frankly, I'd step over your body without a second
>thought. Well, I'd pause to go through your pockets to see
>if you had any cash. Otherwise, you're just another lump
>of decaying meat.
Keep your fire lanes clear, and prove that One Man Is An Island.
No one will care, particularly.
Peeve: "I hate you. I like me. Why doesn't anyone come visit?"
Heard that before too damned often.
ObFeh!
Reminds me -- haven't seen JZ in some time, and should go visit, now
that Spring is here.
Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide
>
> It breaks the valve. Quickly. And those valves cost well
> over a hundred bucks each. And the plumber who installs
> it even more.
Ummmm. Which valves exactly are those? I ended up
fixing the urinals at a former workplace once upon
a time. They spit on your hand when you flushed.
Nothing unsanitary, just annoying. So I hied myself
to the plumbing supply place and got replacement
valves, at something like $10 apiece and installed
them myself. A pair of channel-locks, some teflon
tape, and a screwdriver to adjust the pressure
yielded like-new performance (and the gift of a
customized Leatherman for me from the very grateful
male contingent of cow-orkers.)
Total cost: under $21, including the tape. And the
valves for the sit-down models are the same.
> I've seen all broken by foot-flushers.
"We'll bend it to our all,
or break it all to pieces"
-William Shakespeare
JZ
--
Jeff Zurschmeide + "Racing is a mystery.
Course Developer + It can't be taught, or written down,
SGI Global Education Services + or even told."
(503)638-3537 zur...@sgi.com + -Cale Yarborough
Terry Austin
"E Varden" <jp...@interlog.com> wrote in message
news:3AF053AE...@interlog.com...
> The Ranger wrote:
> >
> > Geoff Miller wondered:
> > [==kicking shitter's handle==]
> > >What the hell? What possible difference would it make if
> > >someone were to flush the goddam toilet with his foot?
> >
> > To prevent some lout from breaking the fucking thing, you dolt. Just
cause
> > in ain't your toy doesn't mean that you aren't expected to take care of
> > it...
>
> >
> Ranger, you dim piece of cork-board! Those flush-levers (NOT
> pronounced "levvers" damn it!) were designed for commercial
> abuse. It takes a lot of torquage to bust one, and that is called
> vandalism.
Yes, that's just what it's called. That's why the owner
of the building does not want morons like you to kick-flush
their toilets. It breaks them. Regularly.
Terry Austin
Geoff Miller
"E Varden" <jp...@interlog.com> wrote:
>> Ranger, you dim piece of cork-board! Those flush-levers (NOT
>> pronounced "levvers" damn it!) were designed for commercial
>> abuse. It takes a lot of torquage to bust one, and that is
>> called vandalism.
"Terry Austin" <tau...@hyperbooks.com> responds:
> Yes, that's just what it's called. That's why the owner
> of the building does not want morons like you to kick-flush
> their toilets. It breaks them. Regularly.
And as we all know, signs like the one I described are *really*
effective in preventing vandalism, aren't they? I bet the one
at Scotts Valley Union 76 has prevented simply _scores_ of
people from flushing the john with their foot. Why, if you
people down south would simply put up "Please: No Graffiti"
signsm, all those Messkin gang-punks would fall right into
line, and LA would be paradise by next Tuesday.
You know something, Austin? If brains were Vaseline, you
wouldn't have enough to lube your prodigious bunghole with.
Now run along like a good little boy before I become cross.
The Ranger
>Those flush-levers were designed for commercial abuse. It
>takes a lot of torquage to bust one, and that is called vandalism.
Pe... Since you require a picture to help; go here and dl the .pdf:
http://www.sloanvalve.com/
And you wonder why you produce such guffaws? If only it was because you try
for them.
The Ranger
Geoff Miller
"The Ranger" <cuhul...@yahoo.com> writes:
> Jezuzfuckin'christcryin'onhiscrutch, you not only bask in
> your ignorance but are able to exhibit new levels of stupidity.
And then:
> Re-exam the area in question. Or better still, try and fix one
> after a cluster-fuck like you has kicked it -- because it's
> "made out-o'-steel".
Uh, excuse me, but who said anything about kicking, Einstein?
Until you did just now, I mean?
All through this exchange you and Autism have been yammering
about all this heinous hardware damage, which I thought was a
bit over the top considering that we were only talking about
using one's foot to push a toilet's flush-handle. Now what,
one might ask, is wrong with this picture? I believe it's
time to treat you to a visit from the Clue Bunny. Okay then,
grab a dab of Austin's brains and greeze up your winking
jakehole, park your ankles b'hind your ears, and prepare to
receive a deep, turgid dose of Reality.
If I -- and I see no reason why I should be alone in this --
deign to flush a terlet with my foot, I feel no particular
need to slam the goddam thing as hard as I can, karate-kick
style. Or even to use the arch of my foot, for that matter.
No, after years of personal experience, I can assure you with
no small authority that a light tap with one's toes are all
that's needed. The upshot of all this, Wernher von Braunstain,
is that the only way a person could conceivably break the lever
of a toilet by flushing it with his foot would be if he delib-
erately *tried* to. And if that's the case, no goddam _sign_
is going to prevent it. Ergo the sign in the gas station
restroom was and is fucking stupid, and its presence is clearly
the work of a control freak whose delicate aesthetic sensibilities
are offended by the idea of people flushing with their feet
because it's *icky.*
> An institutional handle (let's not even think for a moment
> that we're talking a residential model) has several flexible
> parts within it that separate-and-break under adverse conditions
> -- and putting a 200 lb overweight, overstressed body of dead-
> weight behind a four-inch handle/gasket using a size 12 boot
> would be very adverse conditions.
Lessee now. Your phrase "a 200 lb overweight, overstressed body
of deadweight" implies that someone is not tapping the handle
with his toe as described above, but is deliberately _standing_
on it -- which, as I'm sure you'd agree, would be the only way
for a person to put "dead weight" (your phrase, right?) onto the
handle. And that would mean that the person was trying not just
to flush the toilet, but to break the handle. If you recall,
my contention wasn't that these handles were unbreakable under
any conceivable conditions [*], but that using one's foot to
flush a toilet wouldn't break one of the things.
[*] "B-but...what if somebody snuck a portable
hydraulic ram into the restroom while the
attendant's back was turned? Yeah, that's
the ticket! What *then?*"
> Go back to the crapper and take another look...
I did. And to coin a phrase, I'm right and you're not. I know
how the goddam toilets are designed and positioned. If I hadn't,
I wouldn't have said what I did.
: use your fucking *brain* for once.
> I'd recommend the same of you, 'cept you've shown the level of
> thought you're capable of.
Ain't it just a chrome-plated bitch when you get cocky and your words
come back to bite you on the ass? And on the same day, even.
Tell ya what, spud: stop by a likker store on your way home and
pick up some of that cheap box-wine. I suggest the burgundy; I
hear tell that's the sort that goes best with crow.
Terry Austin
"Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide" <zur...@sgi.com> wrote in message
news:3AF072A6...@sgi.com...
> Terry Austin wrote:
> >
> > It breaks the valve. Quickly. And those valves cost well
> > over a hundred bucks each. And the plumber who installs
> > it even more.
>
> Ummmm. Which valves exactly are those? I ended up
> fixing the urinals at a former workplace once upon
> a time. They spit on your hand when you flushed.
> Nothing unsanitary, just annoying. So I hied myself
> to the plumbing supply place and got replacement
> valves, at something like $10 apiece and installed
> them myself. A pair of channel-locks, some teflon
> tape, and a screwdriver to adjust the pressure
> yielded like-new performance (and the gift of a
> customized Leatherman for me from the very grateful
> male contingent of cow-orkers.)
>
> Total cost: under $21, including the tape.
Sounds like the ballcock sort, inside the
tank, as opposed to the all-metal, chromed
commercial style normall found in public restrooms.
The mere fact that you use the plural makes your
entire story suspect - a urinal only has one flush
value. A sink will have two angle stop - the emergency
valves underneath that are used to change the faucet
(and don't work most of the time), and $10 is too
much for those. For a clue of what we're talking
about, try http://www.plumbingproducts.com/sloan.html
There's pictures and prices.
>And the
> valves for the sit-down models are the same.
Not even visibly for flush valves, though they
look similar.
Terry Austin
Terry Austin
>
>
> "E Varden" <jp...@interlog.com> wrote:
>
> >> Ranger, you dim piece of cork-board! Those flush-levers (NOT
> >> pronounced "levvers" damn it!) were designed for commercial
> >> abuse. It takes a lot of torquage to bust one, and that is
> >> called vandalism.
>
>
> "Terry Austin" <tau...@hyperbooks.com> responds:
>
> > Yes, that's just what it's called. That's why the owner
> > of the building does not want morons like you to kick-flush
> > their toilets. It breaks them. Regularly.
>
>
> And as we all know, signs like the one I described are *really*
> effective in preventing vandalism, aren't they?
I didn't say they were. In point of fact, I agree they owner
may well be a control freak.
I merely commented that you are completley, totally,
and uttely full of shit on the indestructable nature of
the valves, and that the fact that they are regularly
destroyed by clueless idiots like you probably has
something to do with the presence of the sign.
> I bet the one
> at Scotts Valley Union 76 has prevented simply _scores_ of
> people from flushing the john with their foot. Why, if you
> people down south would simply put up "Please: No Graffiti"
> signsm, all those Messkin gang-punks would fall right into
> line, and LA would be paradise by next Tuesday.
>
> You know something, Austin? If brains were Vaseline, you
> wouldn't have enough to lube your prodigious bunghole with.
> Now run along like a good little boy before I become cross.
So, you admit you're full of shit on how much damage
can be done by kick-flushing, eh? I notice you don't
repeat your droolingly stupid claims.
And, for the record, not-Geoff, you can become
as cross as you'd like. Go ahead. It'll be good for
you to feel like a man for a few minutes, until
the realization that spitting on your monitor
will not, in fact, cause me to explode painfully.
And in the future, I'll be certain to not agree
with anything you say, especially when you're
right, since it obviously causes you great distress
to discover you have nothing to complain about.
And that's what makes you a master peever:
Most simply whine like little children about
annoying things that are trivially easy to fix,
because if they fixed them, they'd have nothing
to whine about. You, on the other hand, actively
cause such annoyances, like abusing even the
helpful clerks in a store, to ensure that there is
an endless supply of subjects to whine about.
I suspect that having something to whine about
is the primary thing which defines your existance.
Pity Geoff's not here. He'd have some biting,
yet funny, commentary on your sad state. He
was always good at that.
Terry Austin
Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide
>
> > Ummmm. Which valves exactly are those? I ended up
> > fixing the urinals at a former workplace once upon
> > a time. They spit on your hand when you flushed.
> > Nothing unsanitary, just annoying. So I hied myself
> > to the plumbing supply place and got replacement
> > valves, at something like $10 apiece and installed
> > them myself. A pair of channel-locks, some teflon
> > tape, and a screwdriver to adjust the pressure
> > yielded like-new performance (and the gift of a
> > customized Leatherman for me from the very grateful
> > male contingent of cow-orkers.)
> >
> > Total cost: under $21, including the tape.
>
> Sounds like the ballcock sort, inside the
> tank, as opposed to the all-metal, chromed
> commercial style normall found in public restrooms.
Nope. The all-metal, chromed commercial style shown
in the website you cited.
> The mere fact that you use the plural makes your
> entire story suspect - a urinal only has one flush
> value.
Two urinals, chickenhead. Learn to read. I also replaced
the handle guts at the same time for a full
overhaul on the damn things. The only person
around here who would make up a story about fixing
bathroom fixtures would be you.
> For a clue of what we're talking
> about, try http://www.plumbingproducts.com/sloan.html
> There's pictures and prices.
From the given web site:
#A-37-A Urinal Flushometer Repair Kit - 1.5gpf $12.49
Now kindly kiss my ass. The handle guts list at:
#B-50-A Handle Repair Kit $1.99
> >And the
> > valves for the sit-down models are the same.
>
> Not even visibly for flush valves, though they
> look similar.
Same goddamn price, dimbulb:
#A-38-A Closet Flushometer Repair Kit - 3.5gpf $12.98
Now, if you had to replace the whole frigging
assembly, yes, the Sloan site lists those
starting at $79.16. However, if a club footed
vandal managed to break off the handle, that
part simply comes out when you unscrew the cap
that holds it in. This is so you can use that
$1.99 repair kit. No need to buy a whole
assembly. Your website does not list a price
for the handle, but I'm just sure they can
be obtained separately.
Now, given that it was 18-24 months ago, and I
bought my parts at a professional plumbing supply
place, not over the web, I think we can safely
dispense with your next argument, which would be that
I must be lying because I claimed to do the whole
job for $21, and not the $28.96 the web site would
charge for the same parts today.
Now shut the fuck up.
Terry Austin
>
>
> "The Ranger" <cuhul...@yahoo.com> writes:
>
> > Jezuzfuckin'christcryin'onhiscrutch, you not only bask in
> > your ignorance but are able to exhibit new levels of stupidity.
>
> And then:
>
> > Re-exam the area in question. Or better still, try and fix one
> > after a cluster-fuck like you has kicked it -- because it's
> > "made out-o'-steel".
>
> Uh, excuse me, but who said anything about kicking, Einstein?
> Until you did just now, I mean?
That _was_ the topif of discussion, wank-stain, until
you just now claimed otherwise.
>
> All through this exchange you and Autism have been yammering
> about all this heinous hardware damage, which I thought was a
> bit over the top considering that we were only talking about
> using one's foot to push a toilet's flush-handle. Now what,
> one might ask, is wrong with this picture? I believe it's
> time to treat you to a visit from the Clue Bunny. Okay then,
> grab a dab of Austin's brains and greeze up your winking
> jakehole, park your ankles b'hind your ears, and prepare to
> receive a deep, turgid dose of Reality.
>
> If I -- and I see no reason why I should be alone in this --
> deign to flush a terlet with my foot, I feel no particular
> need to slam the goddam thing as hard as I can, karate-kick
> style. Or even to use the arch of my foot, for that matter.
I doubt you have the gray matter to exhibit the sort of
motor control necessary to tell the difference.
>
> No, after years of personal experience, I can assure you with
> no small authority that a light tap with one's toes are all
> that's needed. The upshot of all this, Wernher von Braunstain,
> is that the only way a person could conceivably break the lever
> of a toilet by flushing it with his foot would be if he delib-
> erately *tried* to.
You are incorrect. But you've been told that, many
times, and ignore it, so you will continue to do so
now.
>And if that's the case, no goddam _sign_
> is going to prevent it. Ergo the sign in the gas station
> restroom was and is fucking stupid, and its presence is clearly
> the work of a control freak whose delicate aesthetic sensibilities
> are offended by the idea of people flushing with their feet
> because it's *icky.*
Or you're just a fucking idiot pretending to be Geoff
Miller.
The fact that a sign is a stupid response does not
make broken toilet valves any less expensive
a problem, not matter how fucking stupid you
are.
>
>
> > An institutional handle (let's not even think for a moment
> > that we're talking a residential model) has several flexible
> > parts within it that separate-and-break under adverse conditions
> > -- and putting a 200 lb overweight, overstressed body of dead-
> > weight behind a four-inch handle/gasket using a size 12 boot
> > would be very adverse conditions.
>
> Lessee now. Your phrase "a 200 lb overweight, overstressed body
> of deadweight" implies that someone is not tapping the handle
> with his toe as described above, but is deliberately _standing_
> on it -- which, as I'm sure you'd agree, would be the only way
> for a person to put "dead weight" (your phrase, right?) onto the
> handle. And that would mean that the person was trying not just
> to flush the toilet, but to break the handle. If you recall,
> my contention wasn't that these handles were unbreakable under
> any conceivable conditions [*], but that using one's foot to
> flush a toilet wouldn't break one of the things.
>
>
> [*] "B-but...what if somebody snuck a portable
> hydraulic ram into the restroom while the
> attendant's back was turned? Yeah, that's
> the ticket! What *then?*"
>
>
> > Go back to the crapper and take another look...
>
> I did. And to coin a phrase, I'm right and you're not.
Incorrect. You are, in fact, full of shit, and know it.
Were you really Geoff, you'd admit it, though were
you really Geoff, you wouldn't be wrong in the first
place. In fact, were you really Goeff, I'd still be in
your killfile.
>I know
> how the goddam toilets are designed and positioned.
Obviously not, to those of us who have worked in the
plumbing industry.
>If I hadn't,
> I wouldn't have said what I did.
Liar.
>
>
> : use your fucking *brain* for once.
>
> > I'd recommend the same of you, 'cept you've shown the level of
> > thought you're capable of.
>
> Ain't it just a chrome-plated bitch when you get cocky and your words
> come back to bite you on the ass?
You tell us, not-Geoff.
>And on the same day, even.
Indeed.
>
> Tell ya what, spud: stop by a likker store on your way home and
> pick up some of that cheap box-wine. I suggest the burgundy; I
> hear tell that's the sort that goes best with crow.
You'd know, apparently.
Terry Austin
Brian Trosko
>> Ummmm. Which valves exactly are those? I ended up
>> fixing the urinals at a former workplace once upon
^
>> to the plumbing supply place and got replacement
>> valves, at something like $10 apiece and installed
^
> The mere fact that you use the plural makes your
> entire story suspect - a urinal only has one flush
> value.
Left to right, Terry. Periods mark the end of sentences. Keep trying,
and you'll probably get the hang of it someday.
Steve Daniels
"Terry Austin" <tau...@hyperbooks.com>, said:
>So, you admit you're full of shit on how much damage
>can be done by kick-flushing, eh?
That sounds like something you'd see on ESPN. There could be a
WKFA tournament. You could rank the participants with
differently colored plungers, have exciting pre and post match
interviews, and in depth biographies of the more prominent
players. After a few years, they can strike for more money, and
insist that communities place themselves into debit to build
facilities for kick flushing matches.
Terry Austin
>Terry Austin wrote:
>>
>> > Ummmm. Which valves exactly are those? I ended up
>> > fixing the urinals at a former workplace once upon
>> > a time. They spit on your hand when you flushed.
>> > Nothing unsanitary, just annoying. So I hied myself
>> > to the plumbing supply place and got replacement
>> > valves, at something like $10 apiece and installed
>> > them myself. A pair of channel-locks, some teflon
>> > tape, and a screwdriver to adjust the pressure
>> > yielded like-new performance (and the gift of a
>> > customized Leatherman for me from the very grateful
>> > male contingent of cow-orkers.)
>> >
>> > Total cost: under $21, including the tape.
>>
>> Sounds like the ballcock sort, inside the
>> tank, as opposed to the all-metal, chromed
>> commercial style normall found in public restrooms.
>
>Nope. The all-metal, chromed commercial style shown
>in the website you cited.
There are exactly two possibilities, as you know from the prices quoted on
said site:
1) You are lying.
2) You bought stolen goods.
Either way, I'm calling bullshit.
>
>> The mere fact that you use the plural makes your
>> entire story suspect - a urinal only has one flush
>> value.
>
>Two urinals, chickenhead. Learn to read. I also replaced
>the handle guts at the same time for a full
>overhaul on the damn things.
Ah, so, in your illiteracy, you called the handle a valve. Let me 'splain.
I'll use small words. "Valve" refers to the entire assembly, which is in the
range of ~$100 to start, as the web site I pointed you at demonstrates. The
handle is referred to as a "handle," because normal people like to know what
they're talking about (YMMV).
$10 is feasible, if you buy cheap import replacements that will not last
long.
> The only person
>around here who would make up a story about fixing
>bathroom fixtures would be you.
You can stop sucking my dick any time, O Poster Child of Illiteracy.
>
>> For a clue of what we're talking
>> about, try http://www.plumbingproducts.com/sloan.html
>> There's pictures and prices.
>
>From the given web site:
>
>#A-37-A Urinal Flushometer Repair Kit - 1.5gpf $12.49
You didn't say "repair kit." You said "valves."
>
>Now kindly kiss my ass. The handle guts list at:
>
>#B-50-A Handle Repair Kit $1.99
That's not the handle. That's the one rubber and two plastic seals inside
the handle. Neither is a "valve," which is what you claimed you bought for
$10.
>
>> >And the
>> > valves for the sit-down models are the same.
>>
>> Not even visibly for flush valves, though they
>> look similar.
>
>Same goddamn price, dimbulb:
>
>#A-38-A Closet Flushometer Repair Kit - 3.5gpf $12.98
The "gpf" is not the same. This is important, because this is the major
internal difference between the two basic models of valve. The major visual
difference is the brass tube going down to the fixture; the toilet model
normally has a 1.5" tube, the urinal model normally has a 3/4" tube. They
are quite different visually.
This, of course, was based on answering what you said - that you bought a
"valve," not a "handle repair kit," as opposed to what you meant. You see,
that's how illiteracy works: I can only reply to what you said.
>
>Now, if you had to replace the whole frigging
>assembly, yes, the Sloan site lists those
>starting at $79.16.
Which is, in fact, what you _said_ you'd replaced: The valve.
>However, if a club footed
>vandal managed to break off the handle, that
>part simply comes out when you unscrew the cap
>that holds it in. This is so you can use that
>$1.99 repair kit.
The $1.00 repair kit does not include the broken metal parts that result
from kicking the handle. At best, you'd be looking at the brass nut that
holds the handle on the side of the valve. That's the weakest point. More
likely, however, you'll have to replace the entire handle assembly, at
least, and the interior kit with all the plastic parts. Because of the way
they mount, and the leverage the handle can exert on the rest of the body,
you may also have damage to the shut-off valve at the wall, or, more likely,
the pipe coming out of the wall (and you _won't_ replace that without
tearing the wall open), and possibly the vacuum breaker tube going down to
the fixture. It's possible to break the porcelain of the fixture, depending
on how poorly it's all put together and how determinedly stupid the loser
doing the kicking. I've seen it all.
But you _won't_ repair it with a $2 handle kit.
>No need to buy a whole
>assembly. Your website does not list a price
>for the handle, but I'm just sure they can
>be obtained separately.
They can. IIRC, they're in the $20-30 range, but you'll generally need the
entire interior kit, as well.
BTW, unless Sloan has gone from being top of the line to being absolute shit
(which is entirely possible, it's been 10 years since I've sold plumbing),
those aren't OEM parts, which are about twice the price (and last at least
twice as long, and generally 3-4 times as long as the import replacements).
>
>Now, given that it was 18-24 months ago, and I
>bought my parts at a professional plumbing supply
>place, not over the web, I think we can safely
>dispense with your next argument, which would be that
>I must be lying because I claimed to do the whole
>job for $21, and not the $28.96 the web site would
>charge for the same parts today.
Never buy plumbing (or hardware) online. You _will_ get the wrong parts,
even if you match up serial numbers and photographs, and you _will_ pay
more. Trust me on this.
>
>Now shut the fuck up.
>
Suck my dick, Illiteracy-boy. Next time you mean "seal kit," say "seal kit"
instead of "valve." The only thing that can reasonably be identified as a
valve is the entire assembly, which is, indeed, ~$100 (plus labor at
$100+/hour - and you have to turn off water to the whole building to change
it, so you'd better call a plumber, because it's rare you don't have to tear
out the wall when you do). Expect me to read you tiny little mind, you'd
better send me a microscope.
--
Terry Austin <tau...@hyperbooks.com>
http://www.hyperbooks.com/
If you don't use both your left brain and right brain,
you've basically just got half a brain.
-John Rudd
Terry Austin
Never mind that "s" is at the end of the wrong word entirely.
But far be it for you to be impartial, eh?
So you, too, can stop sucking my dick any time.
Dan Hillman
> > Two dollars. Three quarters. <pause> A nickel. <pause> <furtive
> > glance at numeric display> Another nickel. A penny.
>
> It was the right change.
I'm not talking about the outcome, I'm talking about the process. The
counter clot was not making change. The counter clot was simply adding
up coins to the register's specifications. And, I might add, she was
doing it at a rather elementary level, as she apparently missed the
opportunity to jump from 75 cents to 85 cents in a single dime swoop.
Strictly speaking, what she game me was not the right change; it was the
right *amount of money.* By your definition, 86 pennies would have been
acceptable too.
The right change would have been three quarters -- or a quarter and a
fifty-cent piece -- *a dime*, and a penny. The right change would not
involve two pieces of currency when one would do. If I'm handed a
handful of one-dollar bills because the cashier doesn't have any fives,
I expect some sort of acknowledgment that it's a second-rate situation,
brought on by circumstance.
> What the fuck more do you want, a blowjob?
That's right, I'm unreasonable and mean because I expect change to be
given in the most efficient way possible.
Just call me Mister Elitist. Not only do I perceive a difference between
folks who limply drag every item across the market scanner and those who
scan a representative item from a set, but I'm also make a value
judgment about their relative worth.
Clue: One of those folks reacts to the same stimulus with a more
complex, adaptable, efficient, behavior. Guess which is more fit to
live.
--
Dan Hillman hil...@quahog.org http://quahog.org/hillman/
Dan Hillman
> > Two dollars. Three quarters. <pause> A nickel. <pause> <furtive
> > glance at numeric display> Another nickel. A penny.
>
> It was the right change.
I'm not talking about the outcome, I'm talking about the process. The
counter clot was not making change. The counter clot was simply adding
up coins to the register's specifications. And, I might add, she was
doing it at a rather elementary level, as she apparently missed the
opportunity to jump from 75 cents to 85 cents in a single dime swoop.
Strictly speaking, what she gave me was not the right change; it was the
Natural Born Cereal Killer
>How they live their pathetic Jerry Springer/monster
>truck rally lives when they're off-shift is of no consequence to me.
That reminds me... The other day I had to pick up some
fencing supplies, as April has decided to ring the place with
high-tensile electrified wire. As luck would have it, Home Despot
had Quikcrete on sale and hence I decided to pick up about a half-ton
of the stuff over my lunch hour.
As I approached the store entrance I noticed two signs on
the doors. One proudly proclaimed the name of the store. The other,
in bold, orange letters, informed me that if I ever used illegal
drugs then I would not be offered a position at this fine firm and
should not even bother filling out the application.
Right. I feel so much better, knowing that the guy
stocking flapper valves didn't smoke a couple of jim's last night.
*That* policy will certainly play a larger role than price,
convenience, and competency when it comes to choosing my hardware
vendor of choice. And it's a good thing they posted this outside
the store, lest those wandering bands of drug-addled job-seekers
inadvertently step inside and fill out the pre-printed forms.
--
* Dan Sorenson DoD #1066 ASSHOLE #35 BOTY 1997 vik...@svtv.com *
* Vikings? There ain't no vikings here. Just us honest farmers. *
* The town was burning, the villagers were dead. They didn't need *
* those sheep anyway. That's our story and we're sticking to it. *
Jim Hill
>"Should I hike the price of gas I purchased two months ago at
>(x) per gallon to reflect today's price of (x+y) per gallon? Or should
>I just go ahead and hike it to (x+y2) and shrug when the customers
>complain?"
Goddamn gas. The last three weeks have seen local prices cruise from
buck fifty-eight to buck eighty-nine with, so far as I can tell, little
increase in demand save for the deafening thunder of a million
Winnebagos waking from their long winter's nap in Arizona. Time for the
Migratory Codgers to begin the seasonal journey back to wherever they came
from before they wrinkled.
Jim
--
"Jerri was quite giddy on our little getaway." -- Survivor Colby
And knowing is half the battle.
>You'd better get busy reshelving
>them before the evening rush of people with *real* jobs comes
>in after work.
Either this is a troll or you truly believe it. Either way you are to be
pitied.
And knowing is half the battle.
>Right. I feel so much better, knowing that the guy
>stocking flapper valves didn't smoke a couple of jim's last night.
What about the employees [1] that are driving the forklifts all about Home
Despot? I'm certainly hoping none of them partook of any mind altering drugs,
legal or not.
[1] AKA the people with pretend jobs according to Mr. Miller, AKA the people
that aren't him and thus scum.
--
"When life hands you a lemon, pull out a gun and start shooting."
"Sometimes dead people won't eat their yogurt." - DNRC
http://login.internettrash.com/users/lots42/index.html 4-27
And knowing is half the battle.
>The right change would not
>involve two pieces of currency when one would do.
Here's a clue. The Anal Retentive Sportsman was a comedy piece played by the
late, great Phil Hartman. The character was never intended to be a role model.
Chill before you pop a blood vessel.
Terry Austin
>That's right, I'm unreasonable and mean because I expect change to be
>given in the most efficient way possible.
No, you're unreasonable because you're stupid, and you're mean because
you're an asshole.
But your most interesting characteristic is your unerring ability to make a
mountain out of a molehill.
It was only change, after all.
>
>Just call me Mister Elitist. Not only do I perceive a difference between
>folks who limply drag every item across the market scanner and those who
>scan a representative item from a set, but I'm also make a value
>judgment about their relative worth.
>
>Clue: One of those folks reacts to the same stimulus with a more
>complex, adaptable, efficient, behavior. Guess which is more fit to
>live.
Not you, apparently.
Terry Austin
>geo...@u1.netgate.net (Geoff Miller) writes:
>
>
>>How they live their pathetic Jerry Springer/monster
>>truck rally lives when they're off-shift is of no consequence to me.
>
> That reminds me... The other day I had to pick up some
>fencing supplies, as April has decided to ring the place with
>high-tensile electrified wire. As luck would have it, Home Despot
>had Quikcrete on sale and hence I decided to pick up about a half-ton
>of the stuff over my lunch hour.
>
> As I approached the store entrance I noticed two signs on
>the doors. One proudly proclaimed the name of the store. The other,
>in bold, orange letters, informed me that if I ever used illegal
>drugs then I would not be offered a position at this fine firm and
>should not even bother filling out the application.
>
> Right. I feel so much better, knowing that the guy
>stocking flapper valves didn't smoke a couple of jim's last night.
>*That* policy will certainly play a larger role than price,
>convenience, and competency when it comes to choosing my hardware
>vendor of choice. And it's a good thing they posted this outside
>the store, lest those wandering bands of drug-addled job-seekers
>inadvertently step inside and fill out the pre-printed forms.
Saw the same sign in a grocery store today. I'm tempted to apply, with many
years of experience, up to and beyond store management, take the piss test,
and turn down the inevitable offer on the grounds that they aren't morally
fit to employee me, if I have to prove to them that I'm not a liar and a
felon. But I'm too lazy, I guess.
Sam Timmerman
geo...@u1.netgate.net (Geoff Miller) wrote:
> Just as I opened the door, there came a crackle over the PA
> system: "Geoff, don't bounce your car like that. It drops
> grease onto the pavement."
It's an observed fact that access to amplification turns some people
into self-important assholes. The idea of being able to make their whiny
little voice ring out like the Word of Ghod seems to speak to them at a
fundamental level, and they won't easily let pass the opportunity to
play Mean Mr Moustache with the microphone. I don't know if there's a
little tin tyrant in all of us that naturally emerges in the presence of
a PA, or whether career dildos have some inbuilt affinity for electrical
assistance. Bit of both, I suspect.
ObUK: UK readers who've spent any time at (left-wing) political
demonstrations may now be thinking of the Socialist Wankers Party, a
Maoist organization who would turn up with loudhailers and try to hijack
the demonstration by shouting louder than anyone else. Living proof that
there's a close correlation between unnecessary use of amplification and
being a total prick.
Sam
--
'woodpulp' gets its mail from 'pop3free', which is a commercial site
"Hysteria -- I did not imagine it. The public's uterus
is not only amok, but gullible!" -- honeypot
M Holmes
: ObUK: UK readers who've spent any time at (left-wing) political
: demonstrations may now be thinking of the Socialist Wankers Party, a
: Maoist organization who would turn up with loudhailers and try to hijack
: the demonstration by shouting louder than anyone else. Living proof that
: there's a close correlation between unnecessary use of amplification and
: being a total prick.
In Scotland the Socialist Workers Party just joined forces with Tommy
Sheridan's Socialist Whatever Party in order to give a more cohesive
voice to socialism in Scottish electoral politics.
Of course what passes for the right here are not exactly quaking in
their green wellies anticipating the revolution. The first thing I
thought was that the only fun to be had on the loony left these days,
apart of course from getting laid, is in attacking other left-wing
splinter groups, rather in the mode of Monty Python's Life of Brian. I
think that Tommy Sheridan's clever use of the proportional
representation system to get himself a seat in Parliament has soemwhat
blinded him as to why these supporters are in the game at all.
: Sam
FoFP
--
Anti Globalism - World Tour: 1999 Prague
2000 Davos
2001 Quebec
Stop Global Whining 2001 London
Jessica Lavarnway
>the doors. One proudly proclaimed the name of the store. The other,
>in bold, orange letters, informed me that if I ever used illegal
>drugs then I would not be offered a position at this fine firm and
>should not even bother filling out the application.
would get so incredibly baked that they couldn't even manage to drive
a fork truck from point A to point B.
However, my questions would be:
* How the fuck did they get to work if they were THAT fucked up?
* If they got to work sober and leave stoned, who should be better
supervising their employees?
and
* Is there no right to fucking privacy? Someone who routinely walks
into walls and sits around giggling for half an hour is obviously not
likely to be fit for employment anyway, and I've known guys who smoke
that are completely lucid and competent. So WTF is the problem?
My husband, in younger days, used to pick his place of employment on
the sole basis of whether they did piss tests or not. I worked with
him at one point and noticed even though he had just smoked at least
two joints in the last five minutes, he was entirely lucid and with
it, just less of a complete fucking asshole.
Jess
Jessica Lavarnway
j...@lavarnway.mv.com
http://www.mv.com/ipusers/lavarnway/jal/
He is YOUR god, they are YOUR rules, YOU burn in hell.
Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide
>
> There are exactly two possibilities,
> as you know from the prices quoted on
> said site:
>
> 1) You are lying.
>
> 2) You bought stolen goods.
>
> Either way, I'm calling bullshit.
The elusive third possibility:
Your head's up your ass.
> Ah, so, in your illiteracy, you called the handle a valve.
> Let me 'splain.
> I'll use small words. "Valve" refers to the entire assembly,
> which is in the
> range of ~$100 to start,
> as the web site I pointed you at demonstrates. The
> handle is referred to as a "handle," because normal
> people like to know what
> they're talking about (YMMV).
Wrong. A "handle" is the thing you grab (or kick, as
the case may be). The "valve" is the one-piece plastic
assembly that, when actuated by the handle, allows
water to pass through the assembly. That's what I
replaced. I also replaced the little bits that cause
the handle to actuate the valve and keep the water
from spraying out on the handle while the actuation
is in progress.
Now, the Sloan web site, which no one but yourself
has heretofore found to be interesting reading, does
indeed refer to the whole assembly as a valve. But,
when I went to a plumbing supply place and described
the problem, they sold me a "new valve" for the damn
thing. I'm inclined to take their word for what it
was, since it performed all the functions of a valve
and the guy who sold it to me was an actual employee
of a plumbing supply store. At that time, none of us
knew of your previous dispensation as a gofer.
> >Same goddamn price, dimbulb:
> >
> >#A-38-A Closet Flushometer Repair Kit - 3.5gpf $12.98
>
> The "gpf" is not the same. This is important, because this is the major
> internal difference between the two basic models of valve.
No shit, moron. The GPF is going to be the difference between
the urinal model and the throne model. SAME GODDAMN PRICE, TARD.
(Well, to be fair, the urinal valve "repair kit" is $12.49
and the throne version is $12.98. The $0.49 difference is
inconsequential to most of us, although I'm just certain
that it keeps you awake at night.
> it's been 10 years since I've sold plumbing),
You *are* just Ayse in disguise, aren't you? Heavy-hitter
connections in the public utilities, advanced knowledge
of the plumbing business. All of that and more.
Don't sell your kneepads at the flea market, idjit.
Terry Austin
"And knowing is half the battle." <lot...@aol.comaol.com> wrote in message
news:20010503012820...@ng-cs1.aol.com...
> >From: vik...@svtv.com (Natural Born Cereal Killer)
>
> >Right. I feel so much better, knowing that the guy
> >stocking flapper valves didn't smoke a couple of jim's last night.
>
> What about the employees [1] that are driving the forklifts all about Home
> Despot? I'm certainly hoping none of them partook of any mind altering
drugs,
> legal or not.
So the pee cup is part of the forklift license procedure. Not
part of the application procedure for the kid who brings the
shopping carts in from the parking lot.
Terry Austin
Geoff Miller
Earlier I wrote (to "The Ranger"):
: I can see how this might be a problem if toilet flush handles
: were made of oleomargarine. But since you seem to be unaware
: of it, pigpud, they're made of steel.
"Terry Austin" <tau...@hyperbooks.com> barges in:
> Actually, dumbshit, they're made of brass, which is not
> nearly so strong.
Actually, dumbshit, it's not being a strong as steel is academic;
such handles are nevertheless sufficiently strong that it'd sure
as hell take more than a casual flush with one's foot to snap one.
Something along the lines of a deliberate effort at vandalism, in
fact -- which you'd have recalled that I discussed before, had you
been paying attention.
Actually, Terry, I regret to have to tell you this, but you've
committed something of a social gaffe. You see, the post to which
you responded wasn't directed at you, and your intrusion displays
rather poor manners on your part. It's not as though there's any
shortage of posts in this thread to which you'd be justified in
responding; this, however, wasn't one of them. I know full well
that you're a shameless argument junkie, but *do* try not to be
piggy, mmmkay?
What's with this "rabid Doberman" act of yours, anyway? By dis-
playing such belligerence for no reason at all, the only thing
you're managing to accomplish is to place yourself outside the
community of reasoned discourse. Why, one gets the impression
that you're trying to compensate for a small penis. You know,
I think I'll start calling you "Dinky Winky." Maybe you can earn
some supplementary income moonlighting with the Teletubbies. (I
hear that purple one takes it up the fartpipe, so the two of you
ought to get on rather well, I'd think.)
Geoff
--
"Bust a nut for Jesus." -- David Koresh
Geoff Miller
"Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide" <zur...@sgi.com> writes:
> Total cost: under $21, including the tape. And the
> valves for the sit-down models are the same.
Which just goes to show that Autism's talking out of
his ass as usual. Same as it ever was...
Hey, Tinky Winky! I bet you feel about an inch tall
now, dontcha? Heh heh heh...
Geoff Miller
Terry Austin (Dinky Winky) wrote:
:^) c==m=3 Sounds like the ballcock sort, inside the
:^) c==m=3 tank, as opposed to the all-metal, chromed
:^) c==m=3 commercial style normall found in public
:^) c==m=3 restrooms.
"Jeffrey B. Zurschmeide" <zur...@sgi.com> shoots him down
in flames:
> Nope. The all-metal, chromed commercial style shown in
> the website you cited.
Austin, you fucking moron. Maybe next time, you might
consider making sure you actually know what you're
talking about before you come on like a spitting trouser
cobra.
Geoff Miller
Taking a break from laminating new membership cards,
lot...@aol.comaol.com (Video Bitch.) writes:
> Either this is a troll or you truly believe it. Either way
> you are to be pitied.
Well now, that's mighty convenient, isn't it? That's quite
a tidy, self-serving li'l racket you've got going: "No matter
what you think, you are to be pitied."
As I said yesterday, I don't, alas, place a lot of importance
on the opinions of the serving classes. In any event, you
can bet your ass 'n' hat that you don't pity me half as much
as I pity you -- a videodroid with delusions of adequacy.
Or _would_, if I actually gave a shit. Your opinion is of
no more consequence to me than what the counterchimp down at
the Beacon station thinks of my choice of tie.
Geoff Miller
lot...@aol.comaol.com (Video Bitch.) writes:
> What about the employees [1] that are driving the forklifts
> all about Home Despot? I'm certainly hoping none of them
> partook of any mind altering drugs, legal or not.
What about 'em? How could anybody fuck up with a forklift,
stoned or not? Have you ever ever driven a forklift? I
have; as long as you don't try to ride on the forks, they're
about as dangerous as a Radio Flyer. People take it as a
given that because they're (1) vehicles, and (2) they're
used to lift Heavy Stuff, the things are dangerous.
Peeve: The forklifts at Home Despot. Thanks to the "beep-
beep-beep" that they emit, they're major contributors to the
unbearable din in those stores. I cannot *bear* being in a
Home Depot store for more than a very few minutes at a time.
Mainly it's because of the PA systems that are linked to the
telephone system, in which the "BEEEP" from the phones'
keypads actually goes out over the PA system. It's also
because the stores are often such goddam mob scenes. And
last but not least, they're always full of little kids
getting underfoot. What is it with bringing small children
to hardware stores? I see the same thing at Orchard Supply.
It's as though parents actually go out of their way to
have their kids with them when they go to hardware boutiques.
> AKA the people with pretend jobs according to Mr. Miller,
> AKA the people that aren't him and thus scum.
If you think not being me is all there is to it, why, you
just haven't been paying attention. Of course, if you had
decent reading skills, that would mean you had an education.
And if you had an education, you wouldn't be pissing away
what passes for your "life" working at Lackluster Video.
Geoff Miller
Terry Austin <dinky...@hyperbooks.com> writes (to Dan):
["Now, all short-petered personnel muster on the quarterdeck!"]
> No, you're unreasonable because you're stupid, and you're
> mean because you're an asshole.
That latter part strikes me as a tautology, not to mention
carelessly inaccurate. I mean, look at you, for example:
*you're* an asshole, but I'd never consider you mean. You're
not _smart_ enough to be mean in any significant way.
> But your most interesting characteristic is your unerring
> ability to make a mountain out of a molehill.
Your choice of words reveals a thinly-disguised desire to
increase the size of your genitalia. So it *is* true!
(ObMadelineKahn: "It's twue! It's twue!")
> It was only change, after all.
Allow me to provide a badly-needed Encluement for you, Chester.
The point of this newsgroup isn't to present one's annoyances
for evaluation and approval via peer review. It plain language,
you don't *need* to share anyone's annoyances in order to justify
their appearance here. Your approval is *not* a requirement.
Geoff Miller
Sam Timmerman <woodpulp@see_sig_for_mail.invalid> writes:
> UK readers who've spent any time at (left-wing) political
> demonstrations may now be thinking of the Socialist Wankers
> Party, a Maoist organization who would turn up with
> loudhailers and try to hijack the demonstration by shouting
> louder than anyone else.
The better part of a decade ago, I was privileged to hear Mikhail
Gorbachev speak at Stanford University's Frost Amphitheater --
an event Rush Limbaugh would later dismiss in one of his books
as a "Gorbasm." Partway through the proceedings, a pair of
young socialists made their way through the audience holding
up a banner sporting the sort of callow intellectual wankerage
one generally associates with people from the far left end of
the political spectrum. They were immediately given the bum's
rush, of course, but it raises the question: what the hell is
it with these leftist chunderheads and their obsession with
shouting people down and hijacking other people's events?
I think that just goes to show that leftists are fundamentally
ill-mannered adolescents at heart, and should be dealt with as
such.
Feorag NicBhride
<geo...@u1.netgate.net> wrote:
>What about 'em? How could anybody fuck up with a forklift,
>stoned or not? Have you ever ever driven a forklift? I
>have; as long as you don't try to ride on the forks, they're
>about as dangerous as a Radio Flyer. People take it as a
?peeve: forklifts.
More precisely the forklift the Brewery has just bought. I'm sure there's
nothing wrong with it, the peeves come about because I'll need to learn to
drive the bugger.
I've already had a go, with a half-blind and probably drunk Head Brewer
explaining what to do. I even succeeded in driving the thing into the
building, which kept me happy, but the biggest peeve of all is that I
wasn't allowed to deliberately aim at the local terrors, sorry, charming
children from the neighbouring estate, who seem determined to drive the
workers at the factories to the point of physical violence with something
large, sharp and dangerous.
I'd have thought "Oh, it was a tragic accident officer. I was teaching her
how to drive the forklift, and I told them over and over that it was
dangerous to be messing around there, but they wouldn't listen. They
thought it was funny to play chicken..." would be a fine excuse!
bb
Feorag
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-Home Despot-
>I suppose I understand the policy, on the off chance that someone
>would get so incredibly baked that they couldn't even manage to drive
>a fork truck from point A to point B.
I believe it was a regular on alt.sysadmin.recovery who's friend had a
colleague who, while baked, drove a forklift from point A to Said Friend,
killing him.
>* If they got to work sober and leave stoned, who should be better
>supervising their employees?
Toke it up in the break room!
Many people don't know what the wacky weed smells like.
And knowing is half the battle.
>What is it with bringing small children
>to hardware stores?
It's a schedule thing. Moomie has to go to the supermarket, the video store and
stop by the hardware store to pick up a couple planters for the garden. So
Asshleigh makes a mess in the dairy aisle, knocks off a row of movies and
tears off leaves from plants. They just can't get a babysitter to take the kid
so it won't be underfoot in places it shouldn't go. And they probably wouldn't
if they could.
Ob!Peeve: alt.support.childfree
>And if you had an education, you wouldn't be pissing away
>what passes for your "life" working at Lackluster Video.
If it came down to doing whatever the hell it is you do and having your
attitudes or working in Shlockbuster video I'd take the latter choice every
time. I like being able to look in the mirror.
--
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"Sometimes dead people won't eat their yogurt." - DNRC
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Peggy Currid
[office follies]
>New!Improved!Peeve: If she can't get someone in my dept
>on the phone, she usually calls me and asks me where they
>are, and would I take a message for them.
This brings to mind a sitchee-ation at my place of employment. One of my
co-workers -- actually someone one step higher up the ladder than me, but
he's not my boss; hell, he's not even in the same department -- is always
either jawing on the phone or walking the halls with a cup of coffee in
his hand.
Consequently, it's difficult for callers to reach this co-worker (let's
call him Mr. X) on the phone. One frequent caller has figured out the way
to reach Mr. X is to call *me* and ask me to haul my ass to the other side
of the building and see why Mr. X isn't answering his calls.
I asked Mr. Frequent Caller why he insists upon interrupting me in this
manner. His response: "I know you don't like to talk on the phone,
and I know you are always at your desk, so I figured I'd call you and have
you scare up Mr. X for me."
This isn't the type of behavior up with which I'd ordinarily put, but Mr.
Frequent Caller is a damnfinelooking hunk o'Canadian man, and I have a
weakness for Canadian males. If he were ugly and/or American, I wouldn't
let him get away with that shit.
Peggy "Sexist Pig" Currid
--
I keep thinking of the scene in Gladiator where Peggy (err, Maximus)
comes out of the tunnel, slices up a half-dozen beefy guys within
a few seconds, then walks around the arena taunting the crowd.
-Eric Larson <ela...@roadkill.net>
The Ranger
[snip of lots of useless rehash]
You kick the handle, shit-fer-brains; plain and simple. Call it toe-tapping,
since you feel it empowers you; it's still a kick.
Here's a dictionary to help you define the word, let alone the concept:
http://www.m-w.com
>> : use your fucking *brain* for once.
>> I'd recommend the same of you, 'cept you've shown the level
>> of thought you're capable of.
>Ain't it just a chrome-plated bitch when you get cocky and your
>words come back to bite you on the ass?
Nothing, through the entire spambotted-random volume you spewed, refuted the
notion that dickless pricks like you do anything less than vandalize someone
else's property because they feel "entitled." I'm hoping the handle on one
pops off during one of your seizures because you only pushed it with your
foot.
Go join the ranks with Pe. Be happy in the fact that you're laughed at, not
with.
[snip of whine]
What type of cheese would you like with your whine, Ace?
The Ranger
The Ranger
[snip]
[Ray Manzarek drone, potential axe murderer, frustrated schoolmarm, Mr. PA]
It's you, Geoff; it's really just you.
The Ranger
Steve Daniels
>BoneUsPeeve: Every message is couched in the same manner
>used by schoolgirls describing their latest life event: "Well,
>everyone, I'd like to say that there are two tickets available
>to tonight's game (tee-hee!) and if no one else wants them, I'll
>use them! (tee-hee-hee!) Or else you can come up front and
>put your name in the hat and we will draw for them (giggle!)
>at 3 this afternoon. Thank you!"
>
>Just imagine every sentence ending on an up note, and you'll
>see why my teeth are about ground down to stubs.
Microphone.
Bolt cutters.
You're a farmer, I'm sure you'll find a use for one on the other.
Nobody will blame you, even if you do get caught.
Jeff Justin
on 3 May 01 in message
<kes-11A193.1...@news.duke.edu>, k...@duke.edu
(Strayhorn) said:
=== INRE: overhead paging systems degrade QWL ===
About a year ago, I left a business that had incorporated the
overhead paging system into their culture. The result was a
steady stream of receptionist pages for victims who didn't
answer their phone. Interspersed with these pages were
employees paging each other for smoke breaks, gossip and other
non-work related matters. Then there were the executives (7)
who to a person used it as a means to yell at people to come to
their offices.
As if the phone, voice-mail, e-mail, IM, alphanumeric pager
and cell phone weren't enough, they had to use the overhead
pager too.
Needless to say, I granted permission of my employees to turn
down the volume on the paging speakers in my department. What
we needed was more distractions????
Cheers,
Jeff Justin
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Geoff Miller
lot...@aol.comaol.com (Video Boy.) writes:
> It's a schedule thing.
Maybe. All I know is, I see significantly fewer children in
other places that are also presumably frequented by parents:
like grocery stores, department stores, Rite Aid and the like
than I do in hardware stores. It's as though the breeder fucks
make sure to drop off their kids someplace while they go to
those other places, but then go out of their way to pick them
up again before proceeding to Home Depot.
> If it came down to doing whatever the hell it is you do
> and having your attitudes or working in Shlockbuster
> video I'd take the latter choice every time.
And that's why you'll still _be_ at Shlockbuster five years
from now while I'm ensconced in some tropical paradise,
ogling the babes, sipping rum drinks with little umbrellas
in them, and getting my wing-wang squoze. Now then, repeat
after me: "That'll be due back before seven o'clock on
Thursday, ma'am!"
> I like being able to look in the mirror.
With your pants around your ankles and Mr. Happy bobbing in
front of you, no doubt...