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This message was deleted by a moderator, as it was off-topic, at 03:18, Tue 30 Oct 2018. | |||
Sometimes, they open exactly as programmed. Sometimes, they open at the same time...but it's five or six seconds after I hit the cue on the control list for them to open. Sometimes, one opens and the other stays shut for several seconds, and THEN opens. Sometimes, one only opens halfway, and the other doesn't even move... We only really need them to operate as designed at two points in the show...once opening, once closing...everything else, we've got a workaround for. But it's at the point where every time we come to that first, crucial cue for them to open, both the actor on stage 'opening' them, and me back in the control room hitting the button, are both praying under our breath, "Please, just let them open this time..." It's not like we can just run out and buy replacements. These were shipped over from Denmark, a special order. The reason we only used them for half the season last year is because they took two months to ship. We have no replacements for them. Whichever show they decide they're finally DONE, our season is over, because there's no good way to do what we use them for without those motors, and there are two or three crucial elements to the show dependent on them opening on cue (and, to a lesser extent, closing on cue). And nobody's got any reasonable explanation as to why, suddenly, after being absolutely trouble-free for so long, they have become a total headache. Not knowing why it's not working properly is almost as frustrating as not knowing if it's going to work at all this time. Five more shows, guys...just hold it together for five more shows. After that, I don't care. The season's done, we've got until next September to figure it out. Just...get through the last night. Please. | |||
This message was deleted by a moderator, as it was against the forum rules, at 14:51, Sat 24 Nov 2018. | |||
Medicare paid you $5000 to do your job. Idiot..."Well I don't know what to tell you." Really? because it['s been nearly three weeks. I'm guessing when you were in med school you were allowed to turn in your homework late, or had open book tests. Flippin idiots! "Well I'm just telling you what the computer says" Hmmm, why don't you let me read it myself, while you call someone. I swear, if there's an afterlife, I want to keep this body for the flipping story the scars tell. "Oh yeah, that one? they gave me Morphine for it, and all it did was give me a headache" This message was last edited by the user at 09:33, Tue 04 Dec 2018. | |||
However life was such that I never had time to Table Top RP. Instead of being able to do more than a basic testing I was forced to shelve it. Now just tonight I had one of the people who was helping me do some basic tweeks gets a hold of me and wants to see if he could use my system/playtest for a group that wants to do some Fallout RPing, he just happened to remember that I started one that he was at least basically familiar with the core features. I was all excited to have someone actually be able to "stress test" the system, add in that I had some free time open up and was able to sit in on a few sessions. I happily get home tonight after work and head to where I have it stored. Yup, there is the storage, yup there is the folder, Wait, what? The whole folder is empty? What the Heck? I know I have a USB of it around here somewhere. Maybe it is there, nope, not there, not here either. I've found EVERY STINKING USB but the one that I'm sure had it on. So now. I'm reaching out to the two people who I gave a final copy to, almost 2 years ago. Now I'm here heart sunk and gone hoping to whatever higher power that isn't sadistically evil, that one of those final copies survived. I found v1, but it is SO changed to my final that it is almost useless in recreating what I'm after. | |||
I have PSTD, OCD and Tourettes, those who know me know this quite early in their getting to know me. It's difficult though. Because my maximum is often at other poeple's minimum. I get a lot of grief from players (not often but in large doses) when I fail, and I can't help but feel for them, I am a flake in that I update my games infrequently, and have no job but homemaker. I should by rights being doing more, but I have tried. Sat for hours, and I mean 13+ hours on a game just doing updates and answering questions. Most of which is the cognitive handling, not writing. I write long posts, but in reality they take very little time in comparison. It seems like I should be posting much more, and have much more successful games. There are GMs whom have my post rate in one year which I had to earn by luck and several years. I am thankful I have a select few players whom are diehard supporters of me. When I give up on myself, they don't, and it's for them and because of them I get back in the saddle again. More on the vent is my life. I am disabled and receiving federal disability benefits. I have contemplated suicide on countless occasions, but never attempted it. I have tried, believe it or not, to get mental help in mental hospital citing I don't want to die, but feel I am only a drain, not contributing force to the world. Of the four or five times (if you count the time they never saw me in five hours) I've never been committed, despite asking to be. One doctor even said "Come back, if you are ever serious about killing yourself" which I was aghast at. Serious about? In the end, I value friendship of my highest priority. I would, will, and have sacrificed sleep, eating, and even other fatigues to be with friends. I just wish I had better luck with people, and could spend the time in better quality. This message was last edited by the user at 03:32, Sun 27 Jan 2019. | |||
About the middle of October, my sister invites us out to dinner and she gives us this whole song and dance about how Maine is like Vermont, only better - especially for her husband who is retired military and exceptionally sick. Although we hedged and hemmed, we relented to change our plans in order to move up to Maine at her urging so that all four of us would have a support network in place. By the next week, their house was sold and in the process of closing and all that stuff (they lived in a pricey city/college town). My wife and I were not ready to go, yet, but we were told by them both that we would be welcome to stay with them, use their vehicle, and all that good stuff until we could get on our feet. We agreed, though with a huge amount of reservation, but we were worried about them, y'know? I'm the elder sibling. It's my job to look after her. Turns out, Maine is not as..well..accommodating to transplants in the middle of winter. My job refused to transfer to Maine due to the shipping costs of my product line (after I had been assured it wasn't a problem) and it took me until last Tuesday to finally get a job. This caused my Bipolar 2 Disorder to kick in full tilt from the end of December up until..well...it hasn't stopped, yet and if you have, or know someone with this condition, you know it isn't pleasant. It basically robs you of your motivation to even live, let alone manage basic human functions like eating and sleeping. During this two month period, my sister goes out of her way to treat my wife like absolute human garbage and a slave. Then once my wife stopped interacting with her completely, she turned on me - speaking to me in condescending tones, "correcting" my mistakes with adamant disgust, or - as it has been this entire week - cooking literally all the food that we bought "for the house", as per our agreement, and then discarding it afterwards because it "didn't turn out right". I haven't eaten all week (since last Tuesday) because all we've had in the house that she hasn't destroyed yet is Pop Tarts and Ramen Noodles and I turned those over to my wife because I'll NEVER let my wife or our pets go hungry. I'll starve to death before that happens! Last night, my Crohn's Disease flared up in a bad way after several months of remission and I got about forty-five minutes of sleep. After I walked my wife to work in a foot of snow and subzero temperatures, I came into my room and went to sleep. About two hours later, there came a banging on my door. Dear SIster wanted me to "get off my lazy rear end" and go shovel the driveway. I said I would and she demanded to know why it wasn't already done. I explained to her that, between finally getting my first day of work, walking my wife to work (because we've been denied use of the car at her instruction) and my Crohn's, I wasn't exactly feeling up to shoveling snow at 5 AM. She said that didn't matter because she "might" want to go somewhere later. I said fine, all you had to do was mention that and I would have done what I could to assist her exodus. Might have taken several hours, but it would have been done like the last time. After I finished shoveling, she says to her husband in a voice that I *know* she uses when she's trying to make sure she's heard by the person she's talking about that, "she'll be glad when we're gone" and that "we're leeching off of them". For the record, we've bought all the groceries, helped clean and repair this 110 year old shack, shovel the snow every day it snows, put gas in the car (that we're forbidden from using), and helping out with whatever little odds and ends that are asked/demanded of us while she stays in bed until 10 AM, then goes downstairs and naps on the couch until 4 or 5 PM. So after this final blowup this morning, I sat alone in our bedroom and cried for an hour and a half because my sister, my blood, used me and used my wife to fulfill her dream - yes, Maine is not where my BIL wanted to move to. He was fine with Vermont. My sister, the architect of this madness, screwed all of us over for her own selfish desires. I called my mother this morning and begged her to put together about $2000 for us to come back home with because we're flat broke. Then, as I was doing the house's laundry while waiting for the call back from my mom, my sister walks downstairs to the basement and goes, "You, your bumper sticker wife, and your fruiting pets need to be out this weekend." My BIL then came downstairs and said, "I tried to stop her. I don't know what's gotten into her, but I'm sorry." I'm currently waiting for the call back. | |||
This message was last edited by the user at 19:30, Mon 25 Feb 2019. | |||
But I had to dispose of three dead rats this morning, when I got to work. Two of them were dead when I got there. I had to kill the third one. And I'm pretty sure from the mess he left behind that he disposed of a fourth one before I found him (the empty rat trap and bloody floor nearby were pretty big hints...) I think that's enough 'Monday morning ick' for the rest of the year, thanks... | |||
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Link says it all really. And it basically means I'm f%&£#d! | |||
How in the heck can the greater good be good if it is composed entirely of evils!?!?!? GRRRRRRRRRRRRR (╬ ಠ益ಠ) | |||
I'm normally able to fall with the punches -- ok I can generally take criticism for what "I" do, and what "I" can control just fine. I'm getting to the point where I've wanted to just physically rip people's head off over the last few weeks. I'm doing the job of 3 different positions at the moment thanks to staffing. On top off that I've been given a task to take care of accounts for several other departments because they have not done it. I have 3 trainees that I'm the only person currently qualified to train at the moment. It has been over 2 weeks with no day off thanks to various issues. I'm getting pulled aside because the computer says I'm taking over 4 hours to write a schedule due to the # of alterations I do (each alteration is worth so many minuets). I can write the thing in roughly 45 - 75 min, and I've done it in front of you. Well Mr. smartypants computer. If you would have scheduled a require bookkeeper on those days I wouldn't be altering anything! That is your fault not mine! Well Mr Smartypants computer. I do not need 2 people in that department across the noon hour traffic/work load should show that. If it were coded properly I wouldn't be needing to alter it. Well Mr Smartypants computer I do not have enough staff to grant 1/2 hour lunches so I have to reduce shifts to 4 hour block. If it were coded properly for our store's foot Traffic I wouldn't be making an Alteration. Well Mr. smartypants computer if you could look into the future and schedule the two employees who work other places to only be on their day off/days they can do a short shift--- you guessed it I wouldn't be making an alteration. Hey Mr. smartypants computer if you could get my scheduled rotation right, instead of deleting it or getting messed up on the 5 week months, I WOULDN'T BE ALTERING IT grrrrrrrr And Mr. Store owner, when I tell you that you have 20 minuets because I'M coverage for lunches and breaks don't hold me 45 and bitch at me for not having coverage on the floor!!!!! I'm not given enough scheduled hours to have people standing around "just in case" you want 300 hours. I've got them for you IF YOU LET ME DO MY JOB! AND If I'm going to be "Talked to" because of another manger acting like a jerk, well talk to them. If it was busy, why didn't they call for help? If it was busy and they were off the clock, Why didn't they call for help AND why were they working off the clock in the first place? Lastly WHY IS IT MY FAULT THEY ARE ACTING LIKE A JERK IN FRONT OF CUSTOMERS? THEY are a manager and should know better. THEY are not part of my department. THE reason why the incident happened in the first place is because I told you that you had 20 min until I had to be down on the floor!!! It has been over an hour and my face is still burning. | |||
Hunt well Skugga. This message was last edited by the user at 15:28, Thu 04 July 2019. | |||
I especially was not looking for, "Do this thing you already said you did in the OP," "Just let your husband do it," or "I don't think that's a problem because it doesn't bother me." I know I have a female-sounding username. In retrospect, I should have picked something neutral like my last name or ElonIsJesus4949. That does not mean my question is not valid. It does not mean I am incapable of handling it without my husband's assistance. It does not mean your condescending language is permissible. It especially does not mean you're allowed to whine about my politely responding to the sole helpful, non-condescending poster and ignoring the rest of you trolls and your useless, juvenile responses. I'm also mad at myself. I should have known better to ask a question on forums that have a history of answering "My car won't move when it's in reverse" with "Have you tried putting it in reverse?" -- On a similar note, I do not appreciate your lecturing me on the inefficiency and environmentally irresponsibility of internal-combustion engines and how electric vehicles are better in every single way when I have JUST STEPPED OUT of my electric vehicle. I already drank the kool-aid, bucko. Now get off my lawn. | |||
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NO I just want to drink and dance not coordinate caterers and DJZS | |||
Farging iceholes I'm in front of you! I am going faster than you! This isn't a race you bass tartlets. Hanging out in my blindspot as we suddenly drag race down the highway is not the point of driving and if I just follow through and cut over, if my car hits you, you're going to be farging liable because you're behind me. If someone ahead of you signals to switch lanes and you're not about to pass them that very second you slow the farg down and let them in. (all credit to Johnny Dangerously for the creative writing) This message was last edited by a moderator, as it was against the forum rules, at 04:24, Sun 14 July 2019. | |||
So, backstory, just to get you up to speed. I work at a discount theater, I'm the guy who downloads all the hard drives into our servers, and takes the schedule they prepare and programs it into the system so everything runs automatically and the managers, hopefully, never need to come upstairs between opening and closing. For the past...oh, two months and change, we had a weird software glitch pop up, and we couldn't download any new trailers, at all...every time we tried, we'd get an error message that popped up. It didn't affect any of our movie drives, just the ones with the trailers. And, being a discount theater, it was no big deal...I mean, we're just starting to show stuff that came out in early October, so not getting the latest movie trailers for a few weeks wasn't a problem for anyone besides me, and for me, it was just an inconvenience. But I got ahold of the dealer for our projection gear and let them know it was a problem... And nothing happened. A couple of weeks went by, and I contacted them again. "Oh, crap...I forgot you had told us about that. I should be able to get up there sometime this week and take care of it, I'm pretty sure it's a hardware problem." Well...nobody showed up, still a problem the next week. And the week after that. Got a text this morning that they had been in, the problem should be solved...so I said I'd come in to check on it. And it turns out, the problem is only KIND OF solved. Yes, I can now download stuff off the movie trailer drives...but if I try to do more than one trailer at a time, the server freaks out a little bit and starts failing downloads on me (actually rebooted on me earlier this evening. Luckily, it can do that while movies are running without screwing up the playback...) So, I'm sitting here, downloading EACH AND EVERY trailer that we've missed for the past two months, one at a time. And I'd be done, but I've also been trying to do a little props shopping for a show I'm in...so I get sucked down the rabbit hole of eBay or Amazon for a few minutes, and then realize, "Oh, yeah! Next trailer, come on, stick with the program here!" I'm going on six hours, which included the trial and error time of finding out that I couldn't just go through and select all the trailers, like normal (because I did it twice and only got a handful of trailers each time...so then I tried just doing five at a time, and only got the first one...) Plus, I have rehearsal in the morning... I kinda want to slap the service tech. I mean, I even left the drive available so he could test it out once he fixed it. He put it in the machine, made sure it could read the drive, apparently (which it was doing before...) But he didn't try downloading anything from the drive, or else he would have discovered that there's still a problem. I LOVE it when my job is complicated by someone else doing shoddy work on their job. I mean, it's job security...I've been told repeatedly that I could just about burn down the theater and I'd still have a job, simply because nobody else wants to do what I'm doing, but I actually kind of enjoy it, most of the time. Nights like tonight? Not so much...I'm running on sheer bull-headedness right now...I'm gonna get these stupid trailers into the system if it keeps me awake all night... | |||
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I spent an hour and a half bouncing messages back and forth with a guy I barely even know who wanted to send me money to go buy him some gift cards from Walmart. Initially, he said it was urgent...when I told him it would be at LEAST 2 hours before I could get there, he said 'Okay...' At that point, I started pushing for answers, because his reaction didn't sound very urgent to me... By the time I got all the details, it had turned into buying $400 worth of eBay gift cards, in $50 denominations, which he was going to send to the "Community Social Help Commission" in New York to pay for the delivery of a prize they said he'd won. The next half hour was spent trying to explain that said Commission doesn't even exist, according to Google; that legitimate places do NOT ask for eBay gift cards as payment; that, if the offer was legitimate, there is no reason they would charge him a delivery fee when they could simply deduct any expense from his prize; and finally, there was no way in whatever Infernal region you care to reference that I was going to help him flush $400 down the toilet. And he still sounds like he's determined to do it. I mean, scamming ANYONE is bad enough...but if you're gonna go that route, develop at least some minuscule modicum of decency and rip off people who can afford it. This guy's got next to nothing... UPDATE: Turns out it was not him that I was bouncing messages with. Someone apparently got the password to his FB account and hit up a LOT of people with the offer. So, I despise the scammers even more, but at least I feel better about the guy in question. This message was last edited by the user at 03:01, Thu 27 Feb 2020. | |||
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