I made a post on this like a year ago, but I had some nigger colleague years back in retail who was named 'Endurance Parchment.' Nickname was 'Enny.'
I second that. I found a pair of winter gloves where I could use my smartphone; it barely keeps my hands warm. I have bulkier gloves and the issue persists with them.
I hate group chats in general. I get notified for every text. Annoying. Oh, and the workplace group chats magically don't work when you need help at work. Thanks.
Don't be a pleb and get thick cut. Or if it must be thin, don't get that prepackaged shit that is squished together in vacuum sealing, get some bacon that isn't stuck together from whatever weird shit they add to that other stuff and just comes loose straight from the butcher.
IT WAS ON SALE!
Where on earth do they not have yellow indicators?
Many cars in the US now just have the brake lights blink as the blinker. I would say it's becoming the majority. I'm proud to say I have never owned a red blinker vehicle and never will. I've seriously seen people defend it too "well it's blinking that's what matters durrr" No buddy your brain responds faster to the color than waiting that little extra to realize if it's blinking or not.
I forget what brand it was that was not recommended the last time when I recently replaced my fridge because its entire product line is infamous for being absolute garbage.
I can see both sides of this. I generally agree it'd be nice to know why someone decides to go incommunicado rather abruptly, especially if you largely got along and/or the friendship was a long-term one. At the same time, though, I've encountered people so insufferable that quietly dropping them like a hot potato was the best option.
It grinds my gears that phone scammers can call repeatedly using spoofing equipment that generates a new random phone number each time as a way to evade call blocking techniques. I'm at the point I hardly answer any calls if I don't recognize the number on the display or the call rings with my default "I don't know who this is" ringtone.
Could it be the case they're nursing co-op students? When I attended high school, there was an internship/co-op opportunity for hopeful nursing students to perform menial tasks at a local hospital and get a feel for whether they wanted to pursue the field as a career.
Indicator? I just met her
You are used to having your cliffhangers resolved weekly, perhaps a few weeks in holiday seasons, and the alternation of pace throws you off.
The other night, I got behind what was most likely a beaner. Fucker's blinker was clear, and damned near blinding me on every flash.
It's not just the guys that delve into TMI territory at the workplace. When I worked a summer job between college semesters, a 20-30 something female coworker believed the rest of us wanted to know how she and her boy friend broke their shower curtain rod earlier that morning during a bout of wild passionate sex.
I'm going to make a very similar gripe. When you are planning something and you rely on a second party for outside information that only they can procure. Due to legal privacy issues or otherwise, you can not go around them to get the information directly. Nonetheless, you have to do a flow chart of plans based on potential answers and outcomes and flow charts OF the resulting flow charts and present dozens of potential cases, rather than a single known case, because the definitive answer that solidifies the plan is missing. It would only take said party a matter of minutes to provide said information, but they blow you off and blow you off and blow you off, until one day you have to have a multi-hour fight to finally break them down into a state of reluctant compliance, whereupon you're the bad guy. This party spent hours, days and weeks avoiding minutes worth of work, prioritized minutes of their time over hours of mine and made me out to be the monster who razed the earth when dozens of avenues of diplomacy were attempted and good faith cooperation would have resolved the problem in a matter of a few phone calls and internet logins to get requested information. Another way to put this is "people who make you put in hours of work for seconds worth of information and minutes worth of research" and "people who will blow you off over and over again when it is very clear that they have had multiple opportunities that they weren't particularly busy."
Or the driver you're overtaking suddenly wakes up from his narcoleptic retard coma and speeds up to match your speed. Now you're trapped beside him in the passing lane with a maniac riding your bumper, and your only escape is going significantly faster than what you've determined is a safe speed.
