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Zed: That'd work if I HAD security. Myself, My sister site and the other one, don't have security. We are our own security. We have a locked door and a panic button. Fear us!
She DEMANDED I buy a crib, said I couldn't do that.. so..
Okay, the nearest Craigslist seller who wants to get rid of a crib is ten miles away, he's asking $50, so gimme $100 and I'll have him come here to sell the thing...
"For a musician, the SNES sound engine is like using Crayola Crayons. Nobuo Uematsu used Crayola Crayons to paint the Sistine Chapel." - Jeremy Jahns (re: "Dancing Mad") "The difference between an amateur and a master is that the master has failed way more times." - JoCat "Thinking is difficult, therefore let the herd pronounce judgment!" ~ Carl Jung "There's burning bridges, and then there's the lake just to fill it with gasoline." - Wiccy, reddit "Retail is a cruel master, and could very well be the most educational time of many people's lives, in its own twisted way." - me "Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down...tell you she's hurtin' 'fore she keens...makes her a home." - Capt. Malcolm Reynolds, "Serenity" (2005) Acts of Gord – Read it, Learn it, Love it!
"Our psychic powers only work if the customer has a mind to read." - me
I hate to say it, but every time I've had to deal with a group of bicyclists from a customer service standpoint, they're always extremely demanding and smug about it.
I used to volunteer with my local Lion's Club on their annual Corn & Chicken roast. Basically they set up at a local park, cook up a ton of food, and charge a fairly reasonable price for the dinner. The money goes to charity. The date coincides with a local bike ride that comes through the area. So they'd make a lot of money off them. It's always a very busy event, as it's heavily advertised beforehand.
Anyway, the very first year I helped, I had basic grunt duties. Most of what I did was emptying the trash barrels and taking it to the dumpster they had set up behind the "kitchen" area. So I was dealing with chicken bones, and lots of bees, as this happens in summer. One of the bikers asked me, "Where's your recycling?"
"Sorry, we don't have any."
"Well, we really don't like that at all!"
Come on dude...I'm here sweating my shirt off, lugging around huge bags of trash, trying to put new liners in, while avoiding bee stings...and you're hassling me about recycling? We could put out a recycling bin, but it would end up in the same dumpster anyway, jerk.
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