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Lead Salad wrote:Obviously it needed to be fixed It wasn't that obvious. If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe. - Carl Sagan My Backpack
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Lead Salad wrote:Obviously it needed to be fixed You bought a moped that obviously needed to be fixed on it's first day of ownership?  Quote:Razor: As hard as one might try no one will ever be able to pull one over on Super Penguin. Backpack of Win
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Today's absurdity filled me with rage: A few weeks ago my pharmacist tried to poison me. Instead of sleeping pills they gave me some antipsychotic or something. I wasn't too happy with them to begin with as they never had my drugs when they said they would. They had a convenient location and a nice web-based ordering system, but shit was never ready on time and the near poisoning (and how they handled it when I pointed it out to them) were the final straw for me. If there is one thing I value in a drug dealer it's competence at their trade. These people were not competent. So, time to get new drugs and I figure I'll try a new pharmacy. I decided that since it was convenient I would go to the pharmacy in Top Foods. It's right next to the freeway so stopping by on my way home isn't a huge deal. I go to the counter and it's just two people back there and no one is around, they are just hanging out. The guy comes over, I hand over my order and my insurance card and he says it will be ready in 10 or 15 minutes. I go wonder around the store, read some magazines, etc. Time is up so I go back. I stand at the counter in front of them while they type on computers ignoring me. Finally the guy says, what was your last name again? I tell him and he says oh it will be about 10 minutes. Mildly perturbed I go and purchase some stamps and then try to locate a mailbox. I fail in my search despite being told that one is outside so I return to the pharmacy. I stand there being ignored. After about 5 minutes they tell me just another 10 minutes. I sit down next to the pharmacy in the little waiting area and watch them as they type on their computers and do not appear to be putting pills in a bottle as they are supposed to. 10 more minutes goes by and so I go and stand at the pickup window and stare at them. Bored I start playing around on my G1, texting people and shit, reading the news, and generally just trying to distract myself from the growing anger at how long this is taking and how disrespectful it is to ignore a customer who is clearly waiting for you and has already been waiting for a fucking hour after being told it would be 10 or 15 minutes. An old lady with two little kids comes up and waits behind me, her kids are asking what a pharmacist is and all that shit. It's cute but annoying. Finally one of the pharmacists comes over to me and says they are having trouble figuring out the billing because the prescription had a coupon attached to it by my doc and they were trying to figure out how to make that work. I'm about to say whatever just give me my drugs and I'll pay when he says oh, and we don't have your drug but we can order it and you can be here in a few days. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! I don't know if I've ever felt such explosive rage before, maybe once when I saw cops clubbing an old lady in the back of the head for no reason but that was almost a decade ago. I very nearly attacked the guy. I think he saw it in my eyes or something, he looked terrified. I got my prescription and insurance card back. I don't know if the children cried but I imagine they had some new words to ask grandma about after I was gone. I wasted an hour of my life hanging out in a fucking grocery store getting strung along by those fuckers. I will never get that back. Is it just me or are all pharmacists really fucking high all the time? I imagine with all those drugs back there they can just take whatever the fuck looks interesting, and even though a very simple robotic inventory system could do their job in seconds they know they will never get fired or replaced because its all illegal and shit to sell drugs unless you are a certified drug dealer. It's more than an hour later and I am still full of rage about this. Razor wrote:Killing people is good therapy.  
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Dick Cheney's Mechanical Heart wrote:Today's absurdity filled me with rage: A few weeks ago my pharmacist tried to poison me. Instead of sleeping pills they gave me some antipsychotic or something. I wasn't too happy with them to begin with as they never had my drugs when they said they would. They had a convenient location and a nice web-based ordering system, but shit was never ready on time and the near poisoning (and how they handled it when I pointed it out to them) were the final straw for me. If there is one thing I value in a drug dealer it's competence at their trade. These people were not competent.
So, time to get new drugs and I figure I'll try a new pharmacy. I decided that since it was convenient I would go to the pharmacy in Top Foods. It's right next to the freeway so stopping by on my way home isn't a huge deal. I go to the counter and it's just two people back there and no one is around, they are just hanging out. The guy comes over, I hand over my order and my insurance card and he says it will be ready in 10 or 15 minutes. I go wonder around the store, read some magazines, etc. Time is up so I go back. I stand at the counter in front of them while they type on computers ignoring me. Finally the guy says, what was your last name again? I tell him and he says oh it will be about 10 minutes. Mildly perturbed I go and purchase some stamps and then try to locate a mailbox. I fail in my search despite being told that one is outside so I return to the pharmacy. I stand there being ignored. After about 5 minutes they tell me just another 10 minutes. I sit down next to the pharmacy in the little waiting area and watch them as they type on their computers and do not appear to be putting pills in a bottle as they are supposed to. 10 more minutes goes by and so I go and stand at the pickup window and stare at them. Bored I start playing around on my G1, texting people and shit, reading the news, and generally just trying to distract myself from the growing anger at how long this is taking and how disrespectful it is to ignore a customer who is clearly waiting for you and has already been waiting for a fucking hour after being told it would be 10 or 15 minutes. An old lady with two little kids comes up and waits behind me, her kids are asking what a pharmacist is and all that shit. It's cute but annoying. Finally one of the pharmacists comes over to me and says they are having trouble figuring out the billing because the prescription had a coupon attached to it by my doc and they were trying to figure out how to make that work. I'm about to say whatever just give me my drugs and I'll pay when he says oh, and we don't have your drug but we can order it and you can be here in a few days. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! I don't know if I've ever felt such explosive rage before, maybe once when I saw cops clubbing an old lady in the back of the head for no reason but that was almost a decade ago. I very nearly attacked the guy. I think he saw it in my eyes or something, he looked terrified. I got my prescription and insurance card back. I don't know if the children cried but I imagine they had some new words to ask grandma about after I was gone.
I wasted an hour of my life hanging out in a fucking grocery store getting strung along by those fuckers. I will never get that back. Is it just me or are all pharmacists really fucking high all the time? I imagine with all those drugs back there they can just take whatever the fuck looks interesting, and even though a very simple robotic inventory system could do their job in seconds they know they will never get fired or replaced because its all illegal and shit to sell drugs unless you are a certified drug dealer. It's more than an hour later and I am still full of rage about this.
The answer to your woes: 
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Lead Salad wrote:The answer to your woes:  What the hell is that? If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe. - Carl Sagan My Backpack
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Rank: Taco Technician

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... Something terrible has happened to me today. I was at work and at around 3:00 I could feel lunch and all that coffee and water wanting to come out. So I hi-tail it to the toilettes. I try to not text or look at texts in the office because I'm afraid someone will catch me doing it and I'll be frowned upon, so I usually catch up with texts and lunch and in the bathroom. I pulled my pants down to above my knees and waited for my bowels to do their work while I flipped open my phone. Reading a text, I started peeing. I could hear the sound of liquid colliding with another object but it didn't sound like porcelain or water. So I look down and lo and behold I had forgotten to tuck my dick in, so it was just resting there on the rim, and I was peeing on the back of my pants. 
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Lead Salad wrote: Something terrible has happened to me today. I was at work and at around 3:00 I could feel lunch and all that coffee and water wanting to come out. So I hi-tail it to the toilettes. I try to not text or look at texts in the office because I'm afraid someone will catch me doing it and I'll be frowned upon, so I usually catch up with texts and lunch and in the bathroom. I pulled my pants down to above my knees and waited for my bowels to do their work while I flipped open my phone. Reading a text, I started peeing. I could hear the sound of liquid colliding with another object but it didn't sound like porcelain or water. So I look down and lo and behold I had forgotten to tuck my dick in, so it was just resting there on the rim, and I was peeing on the back of my pants.
This has happened to me also. Is embarrasing. Safety + Peace
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This is one of the many reasons I try to avoid sitting on toilets unless I own it or personally know its owners. Razor wrote:Killing people is good therapy.  
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Rank: Fecal Impaction For the Win!
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Joined: 5/9/2006 Posts: 1,664 Points: 2,472 Location: La Habra, Orange, CA
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.... Well congrats on finding a job Lead. silverwasp wrote:Be careful what you wish for... I have 10 younger siblings and I am only 20....
Yes.... Same parents WarMachine wrote:meh...maybe if he hadn't been handed a burning house he could have done great things, but right now he has won the Prize for what? Damage Control?
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Rank: Fecal Impaction For the Win!

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I graduated from high school in calculus, tore my teeth out over the class. Now I work in a movie theater. I took the COMPASS test over at Seattle Central. Got a 54 in math. Now I have to take Math 098. Reading was 97. Writing was 99, but only because I finished all the questions before it could decide I had written an essay before. So it puts me in ENG 101, the same class that I was able to have waived when I attended AiS. But, because that credit was waived, rather than earned, I have to sit next to kids that can't spell and think an essay is something you visit when you go back to your neighborhood. Absurd. I'm taking that test again. Safety + Peace
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TripleBam wrote:I graduated from high school in calculus, tore my teeth out over the class.
Now I work in a movie theater.
I took the COMPASS test over at Seattle Central. Got a 54 in math. Now I have to take Math 098.
Reading was 97. Writing was 99, but only because I finished all the questions before it could decide I had written an essay before. So it puts me in ENG 101, the same class that I was able to have waived when I attended AiS. But, because that credit was waived, rather than earned, I have to sit next to kids that can't spell and think an essay is something you visit when you go back to your neighborhood.
Absurd. I'm taking that test again. You were in Seattle and you didn't call me?
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Story time, kids! You'll like this one, it involves serious physical and psychological pain inflicted on your favorite guy to hate, yours truly. So I was pretty much at the mechanics all day. Woke up at noon and 'worked' until about 7. I needed a special tool to disassemble my engine, which, because of the way it was designed, was necessary to clean the fucking carb. So I enlisted the help of this guy who has a scooter/motorcycle shop down the hill on the water. He helped me take it off, clean the carb, and fix a few little things. Got the thing back together and there was still problems starting it, then getting it to idle without dying.. I was beat, everyone was out of ideas, and ready to call it a day. I asked about where I could put it. He asked, "What do you want to do with this thing?" I think what he was driving at was "This thing's a peice of shit, just get rid of it and buy something that's easier and runs better." He goes, "Let me show you something". Pulls out his Yamaha scooter that's totally chopped and modded, goes out and up this steep, short little hill into the parking lot, wheelies up it. Then zips around the lot, pulling wheelies. It only gets up to 54, but can get there in like.. two seconds. So he stops in front of me, smiling, and offers me to ride it. I was reluctant, but he's a nice guy and very trusting. So I sit on it. He goes "just be careful, the powerband is really high.." In the hubris brought on by my methylphenidate high, I think to myself "Pssh, I got this. It's a fuckin scooter". So I pull the throttle ever so slightly, I can hear it run a tiny bit but it doesn't move. I'm not used to this throttle. So I give it some more, but I actually opened it all the way up. Scooter fucking jumps, there's a rocket in the back and no weight in the front. I'm off the seat, but naturally still holding on. Ergo it still wants to go. I'm on the ground. Scooter hits a car and lands on the ground. I'm hardly injured but I feel like a huge fucking asshole. Luckily, the scooter wasn't damaged, and he was very forgiving. Still felt like an asshole. The car was scuffed a tiny bit.. not noticeable unless you really look at it. He knows the owner, and I'm absolutely willing and able to shell out for that damage. You know those embarrassing moments that are embarrassing to such a degree that you think about them, even months or years after it happen and think "fuck, that was so lame.."? Yeah, this one's going into that mental library.
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No. God, I'm not that dumb. I at least know how to turn.. it was the throttle that got me. This is what happened. t(seconds)=0 bike and I am stationary. t=.3 bike is up, I am about to fall off t=.5 bike is upright, I'm standing t=1.2 bike and I are on the ground
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Spending 2+ hours a day on the freeway I see a lot of crazy shit that only confirms my dim view of humanity. Two traffic stories: The other day I was in traffic on the freeway. I was in the passing lane inching along at maybe 15 at most and there was this woman who really wanted in my lane, it was moving faster than hers. None of the cars would let her in so I slowed down to her speed and looked over at her and pointed at the growing gap in front of me. She changed lanes in front of me. Shortly after were signs saying the freeway only had one lane open ahead. So the crazy merging process began. Slowly I made it to where I was almost in the only open lane. Guess who wouldn't let me in? That same woman I let in front of me earlier! We looked right at each other and then she turned away and acted like she didn't see me as we rolled along next to each other. I did all the usual things to indicate that I would very much like to merge. Because of the suddenness of having to form one lane I was running out of road and would have to stop soon if someone didn't let me merge. Fortunately the truck behind her let me in. After the freeway was back to four lanes she just sped up to about 60 and continued on her way like any other idiot driver. It wouldn't of created any kind of delay for her to return the courtesy I extended her and let me merge in front of her. So why the fuck didn't she let me? If I am ever crazy rich I am going to just ram people when they do that, merge right into them just to see their WTF?!?! face so I can laugh at it. I think it would be hilarious and hopefully they would find it educational. Yesterday on my drive home I hit some traffic again. It was the most annoying kind where everyone speeds up and then comes to a complete stop suddenly then speeds right back up. It gets old fast. So like many others I tried to match the actual speed of the car in front of me so that I didn't have to stop, at most I slowed down or sped up a bit. It worked great but it meant I had a few car lengths of open space in front of me. No big deal to anyone capable of rational thought, in fact if enough people do this it can lead to some kinds of traffic jams clearing much faster than they normally would. The person behind me was not capable of rational thought. They got right up on my bumper and rode it. I could see them gesturing and yelling in my review mirror, it was an ugly little asian girl who could barely see over the dash. Normally if someone starts getting dangerously close I get out of their way but in this case there was nowhere to go. We were in fucking traffic and barely moving! It was kind of funny, but I decided to change back to the stop and go style of driving for awhile to see if that would get her to back off. So I matched the current speed of the car in front of me at all times, faster when they went faster and I stopped when they stopped keeping the same distance as all the other cars doing this. The car behind me stayed on my bumper almost the entire time, I think I saw her front bumper in my rearview once or twice over the course of a good 10 minutes of this. I got tired of it so I switched back to my old method of trying to maintain a constant speed. Eventually speeds started to even and then accelerate. The car stayed on my ass all the way up to 50 when she changed lanes and pulled up next to me in order to flip me off, then she took off weaving through traffic, I watched her cut people off and nearly cause several accidents until she was out of sight. About 15 minutes later I caught up to her (I was doing 70, cruise control is awesome). A group of semis teamed up to box her in at 50 and wouldn't let her change into the exit lane. I slowed down next to her and flipper her off as we passed her exit. Angry truck drivers, ftw! Razor wrote:Killing people is good therapy.  
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