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Denamian

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remember in late 90's whippets got a resurgence and all the whipped cream got moved off the shelves. had to ask for someone to get it from that back.

Oh I remember them from high school. I just thought that 25 years later the kids would have moved on to something new that wouldn't be a pain in my balls.

Fucking kids.

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Voyce

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Oh I remember them from high school. I just thought that 25 years later the kids would have moved on to something new that wouldn't be a pain in my balls.

Fucking kids.

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remember in late 90's whippets got a resurgence and all the whipped cream got moved off the shelves. had to ask for someone to get it from that back.

Where you found nothing but empty cans because the stock boys were doing whippits in the back alley.
 

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Had to buy a new GPS for my truck. Got one with lifetime traffic, but you have to DL an app and connect the GPS to your phone to use it. What in the fucking fuck? If I wanted to use my phone to navigate I wouldn't be buying a GPS in the first place. Buncha fucking rocket surgeons over there. They should be quaking in their boots at the thought that people will decide to use their phones for navigation.
 
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RobXIII

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Had to buy a new GPS for my truck. Got one with lifetime traffic, but you have to DL an app and connect the GPS to your phone to use it. What in the fucking fuck? If I wanted to use my phone to navigate I wouldn't be buying a GPS in the first place. Buncha fucking rocket surgeons over there. They should be quaking in their boots at the thought that people will decide to use their phones for navigation.

Question, and believe me I'm not judging. In the 90s I made my wife carry my super hot laptop on her lap with Street Atlas 2 or whatever, with a serial GPS. I followed that up with a mini TV sized Tom Tom later on (How is that company still around?), but I have to ask. Why buy a separate GPS unit?

And yeah that makes NO business sense making you need a phone for it lol...
 

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Commercial vehicles still use dedicated GPS alot, and a big reason is the nominal "truck routes". DOT prefers to keep commercial vehicles (rigs, rollbacks, flatbeds, trucks, vans) out of residential and retail areas and onto roads better designed to handle higher weight vehicles. Directs you down the "business route" instead of cutting through downtown. Phone GPS rarely does this. Also handy for any random driver to jump in a truck and just pull up pre-programmed routes/destination and not worry about him getting the truck lost or stuck going from warehouse to warehouse. TomTom bread and butter is truckers, about the only reason they are still in business.
 
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Question, and believe me I'm not judging. In the 90s I made my wife carry my super hot laptop on her lap with Street Atlas 2 or whatever, with a serial GPS. I followed that up with a mini TV sized Tom Tom later on (How is that company still around?), but I have to ask. Why buy a separate GPS unit?

And yeah that makes NO business sense making you need a phone for it lol...

lotta reasons.
1. Cell phones have other duties. i don't need the fucking nav to crash because of incoming calls. Plus I might want to watch porn.
2. There might be a way, but I've never found a good way to save a destination in google maps. Even if there was a way, I don't want that on the cloud.
3. I don't always have my cell phone. This is getting rarer and rarer, but if I'm out of the driveway and realize I don't have my phone, I'm not going back 90% of the time. I will also sometimes take off without my phone so my NSA agent can wonder where I went.
4. The phone map stops working when you don't have service. If you're out in the boonies the GPS still works fine. You won't have traffic, but you won't need it either.
5. They are constantly updating the map app on your phone changing little things. I don't need to be figuring out where they moved the turn by turn directions at 90 mph. My GPS doesn't get updated unless I bring it inside and do it manually.
 
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elcaro1101

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Wake up and walk into my office this morning to a monitor on my personal PC scrambled and looks to have died. Check connections at both PC and monitor and reseat, no change. Try new HDMI cable, same. Try new display port cable, same.

Hate it when shit breaks.

Amazon to the rescue by 3PM...
 

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Went to grocery store after I got off work last night, it’s one of the only 24 hour stores in my neighborhood.

Only one checkout line and shoppers lined up to about ten people.

Took me 15 mins to buy a gallon of milk.

Never occurred tocashier to call for assistance and yet there were plenty of people on the floor that could have stopped stocking for a few mins to help get people through.

Didn’t say a word to her when I was at register, when she was trying to ask me how my night was going, this was basically going through my head:


My local supermarket closes the self service tills 30 mins before closing and leaves one person on the normal tills.

I complained via Twitter and now they do not do this anymore.
 
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Burren

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Dr. prescribing medication that has a low success rate and a high risk/side effect rate while not explaining ANY of that (had to do my own research) and giving advice that's counter to all the other literature out there, plus the info that comes with the meds themselves.

I swear to fucking god these people just prescribe things to make it seem like they are helping and they don't actually know what's going on.
 
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Fucker

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Went to grocery store after I got off work last night, it’s one of the only 24 hour stores in my neighborhood.

Only one checkout line and shoppers lined up to about ten people.

Took me 15 mins to buy a gallon of milk.

Never occurred tocashier to call for assistance and yet there were plenty of people on the floor that could have stopped stocking for a few mins to help get people through.

Didn’t say a word to her when I was at register, when she was trying to ask me how my night was going, this was basically going through my head:


On this side of the city, about 300k residents. Not one 24 hour store. Everything closes down by 10-11 and doesn't open until 5-6. WTF?
 

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Had to buy a new GPS for my truck. Got one with lifetime traffic, but you have to DL an app and connect the GPS to your phone to use it. What in the fucking fuck? If I wanted to use my phone to navigate I wouldn't be buying a GPS in the first place. Buncha fucking rocket surgeons over there. They should be quaking in their boots at the thought that people will decide to use their phones for navigation.

garmin really pissed me off, last unit i bought several years ago came with red light and speed cameras warnings, but they turned that into a subscription service.
 
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When character on TV lies for seeming no reason other than to cause TV drama
 
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Zaara

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I got a guy I've been tattooing for 2+ years. He's in bad shape. Had open heart surgery after getting sepsis started from a tooth infection, has a pacemaker in. Knew he did stints in jail and on drugs but usually had his shit together. Not today.

He showed up shirtless, soaked with sweat, tweaked out of his fucking mind. Has his 'girlfriend' with him that he's never mentioned once, who promptly shows up and goes in the bathroom for 10 minutes. As I'm prepping him he literally cannot stop moving. I smell the strangest odor. One of his eyes is bloodshot like he got punched. We get the stencil on and I lay him down and realize that his entire body is wafting with this overpowering plasticine sweat odor that I've only smelled out in the street in passing from the worst kind of druggies. It's either meth or crack cocaine.

Do I get to tell him to get the fuck out? Even as he admits that the giant bottle full of orange juice he brought is half vodka? I have half the mind to do so when he gets on the phone and starts yelling about some guy living in his apartment planning on doing a driveby, he's gonna beat some fucker up, all this crazy fucking shit that is so far removed from normal that I become frightened of speaking up. This is a person who could very well be HIV positive and I am put in the position of either A) kicking his ass out of the shop and dealing with the fallout or B) tattooing him despite the fact that he is shaking, sweating, and tweaked. I go with B because I've lived in the city all my life and I know standing up for yourself or making the wrong comment has gotten some fuckers killed.

Halfway through he bottoms out. He's passing out in the chair. Girlfriend tells me he hasn't been sleeping, but twice I have to physically use my body to stop him from rolling out onto the fucking floor. My room reeks of sickness. The stink is still here.

I'm so angry about it. I'm angry about my entire fucking job situation and the fact that as a 120-lb white chick I have to put up with literally anything that comes through the door. I hate I have to be nice and understanding of people that bring in their entire clown car of fucked up shit and dump it in my chair. I'm pissed I had to listen to some crackhead trying to fake a cool accent run her mouth the entire goddamn time. I'm angry that I did one of the best tattoos of my career on a guy that's going to be dead within a few years. I'm angry because it's been three fucking hours and I swear on my loved ones that the stench of burnt crack cocaine or meth sweat is stuck in my nostrils, despite a shower bomb, scrubbing, brushing my teeth, and washing my hair.
 
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Burren

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I got a guy I've been tattooing for 2+ years. He's in bad shape. Had open heart surgery after getting sepsis started from a tooth infection, has a pacemaker in. Knew he did stints in jail and on drugs but usually had his shit together. Not today.

He showed up shirtless, soaked with sweat, tweaked out of his fucking mind. Has his 'girlfriend' with him that he's never mentioned once, who promptly shows up and goes in the bathroom for 10 minutes. As I'm prepping him he literally cannot stop moving. I smell the strangest odor. One of his eyes is bloodshot like he got punched. We get the stencil on and I lay him down and realize that his entire body is wafting with this overpowering plasticine sweat odor that I've only smelled out in the street in passing from the worst kind of druggies. It's either meth or crack cocaine.

Do I get to tell him to get the fuck out? Even as he admits that the giant bottle full of orange juice he brought is half vodka? I have half the mind to do so when he gets on the phone and starts yelling about some guy living in his apartment planning on doing a driveby, he's gonna beat some fucker up, all this crazy fucking shit that is so far removed from normal that I become frightened of speaking up. This is a person who could very well be HIV positive and I am put in the position of either A) kicking his ass out of the shop and dealing with the fallout or B) tattooing him despite the fact that he is shaking, sweating, and tweaked. I go with B because I've lived in the city all my life and I know standing up for yourself or making the wrong comment has gotten some fuckers killed.

Halfway through he bottoms out. He's passing out in the chair. Girlfriend tells me he hasn't been sleeping, but twice I have to physically use my body to stop him from rolling out onto the fucking floor. My room reeks of sickness. The stink is still here.

I'm so angry about it. I'm angry about my entire fucking job situation and the fact that as a 120-lb white chick I have to put up with literally anything that comes through the door. I hate I have to be nice and understanding of people that bring in their entire clown car of fucked up shit and dump it in my chair. I'm pissed I had to listen to some crackhead trying to fake a cool accent run her mouth the entire goddamn time. I'm angry that I did one of the best tattoos of my career on a guy that's going to be dead within a few years. I'm angry because it's been three fucking hours and I swear on my loved ones that the stench of burnt crack cocaine or meth sweat is stuck in my nostrils, despite a shower bomb, scrubbing, brushing my teeth, and washing my hair.

The fact of the matter is, you don't have to put up with that bullshit. You can choose to tell people like that to fuck off. You can stand up for yourself. You can change the rules of the shop, or if you don't own it, you can go work elsewhere. Do what you need to do to be happy and in this case, feel safe.
 
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trying to get an account straightened out, so far spent about 4.5 hours on the phone over 6 calls and 2 callbacks. each time i talk to someone, they have to verify the account. problem is that is one of the problems with the account, they can't text and email me. they can only go down their checklist. after getting my name/number/problem....
ok, we are sending you a text, please read me the code when you get it
-it doesn't work, you have to use my member id #
please read me the code when you get it
hello?

-hello
did you get the text
-no, it doesn't work
ok, we are going to send a code to your email
-it won't work
please tell me your email so i verify it with the one listed in your account and then send you the code
-it won't work, but ___@_____
my system won't process an email to you.
can i have the last 4 digits of your credit card?

-you don't have a credit card number on file
can i get your member id #?
this takes near 15 mins each time, there is always a 2-3 mins pause between questions.
 
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I got a guy I've been tattooing for 2+ years. He's in bad shape. Had open heart surgery after getting sepsis started from a tooth infection, has a pacemaker in. Knew he did stints in jail and on drugs but usually had his shit together. Not today.

He showed up shirtless, soaked with sweat, tweaked out of his fucking mind. Has his 'girlfriend' with him that he's never mentioned once, who promptly shows up and goes in the bathroom for 10 minutes. As I'm prepping him he literally cannot stop moving. I smell the strangest odor. One of his eyes is bloodshot like he got punched. We get the stencil on and I lay him down and realize that his entire body is wafting with this overpowering plasticine sweat odor that I've only smelled out in the street in passing from the worst kind of druggies. It's either meth or crack cocaine.

Do I get to tell him to get the fuck out? Even as he admits that the giant bottle full of orange juice he brought is half vodka? I have half the mind to do so when he gets on the phone and starts yelling about some guy living in his apartment planning on doing a driveby, he's gonna beat some fucker up, all this crazy fucking shit that is so far removed from normal that I become frightened of speaking up. This is a person who could very well be HIV positive and I am put in the position of either A) kicking his ass out of the shop and dealing with the fallout or B) tattooing him despite the fact that he is shaking, sweating, and tweaked. I go with B because I've lived in the city all my life and I know standing up for yourself or making the wrong comment has gotten some fuckers killed.

Halfway through he bottoms out. He's passing out in the chair. Girlfriend tells me he hasn't been sleeping, but twice I have to physically use my body to stop him from rolling out onto the fucking floor. My room reeks of sickness. The stink is still here.

I'm so angry about it. I'm angry about my entire fucking job situation and the fact that as a 120-lb white chick I have to put up with literally anything that comes through the door. I hate I have to be nice and understanding of people that bring in their entire clown car of fucked up shit and dump it in my chair. I'm pissed I had to listen to some crackhead trying to fake a cool accent run her mouth the entire goddamn time. I'm angry that I did one of the best tattoos of my career on a guy that's going to be dead within a few years. I'm angry because it's been three fucking hours and I swear on my loved ones that the stench of burnt crack cocaine or meth sweat is stuck in my nostrils, despite a shower bomb, scrubbing, brushing my teeth, and washing my hair.
Up your prices to filter such trash out or get a job somewhere else?
 
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Zaara

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Up your prices to filter such trash out or get a job somewhere else?

As you and Burren say, yeah. Been already thinking about some mitigation. This will include having to explicitly tell certain other people to not dump problem customers onto me. My rates were already going up anyway. 120/hr tends to scare away a certain element.