OPEN BAR: NO CISNORMATIVE ELVEN PATRIARCHS ALLOWED

[Reginald Ret]

Well, on the plus side she has decided to take the responsibility for when it all goes wrong.

I'm impressed you managed to say that without a hint of sarcasm.

Here's the thing.  I don't CARE.

In any case, update:  We have proven by running 2 out of 3 compressors in all 3 possible modes, that we are making enough air.  To do so, we had to shut the lab and part of production down.

Lillie then decided she wants to try running product in all 3 modes, even though we have ruled the compressors out.

Physics < Lillie's desperation and ignorance.  Remember, this was the lady that once asked me if we could run more equipment than we had amps for, if we only did it for 12 hours, and who told me I was being "difficult" when I told her that wasn't possible.

... Wow.

[The Wizard Joseph]

If a compressor is drawing the right number of amps and is at pressure, it is delivering its rated SCFM (flow).  Period.  BUT NOT HERE.

Flow too high or too low?

Flow too low -> Flow is being redirected into the REAL tuscon, the one only visible in nightmares and from the corner of your eye

Flow too high -> you are getting more out of a closed system then you put in. You can get away with it for now, but one day They will come and they will be looking for payment.

I was drinking hot coffee! 

[Sung Low]

One of the guys I work with is on the way to being sectioned for the second time.


It. Is. Fucking. Bull. Shit.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So my internet at home has shit the bed.

Complication: My ex is still paying for it. We have talked about this several times and he is convinced that he isn't, but HE IS.

I guess when you make that kind of money a little thing like accidentally paying your ex-wife's utilities for seven years is no biggie. However, the problem is that I can't GET THIS FIXED without him unless I tell Comcast that I'm moving to my house and need new service, in which case in a week and a half they will come out and charge me $50 to "hook up my service".

It's early in the month. Perhaps he has detected it and canceled. It would be necessary to call the company, or your ex, to find out. Sorry to hear Nigel.

He was the first person I talked to, and he would never cancel my internet on me without a heads-up. Several conversations later, he not only finally recognizes that he is paying for my internet, but also has given me his username and password so that I can authorize my new modem.

Unfortunately, my Mac Mini refuses to acknowledge that the new modem exists. So, I will hobble through Finals as best I can with my shitty laptop.

I think I've accidentally lost a lot of unread threads here by trying to connect and then having the connection dropped.

[Junkenstein]

Mandatory reminder that you're fucked forever.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

At my job, math and physics are not a thing.

If a compressor is drawing the right number of amps and is at pressure, it is delivering its rated SCFM (flow).  Period.  BUT NOT HERE.

Flailing away at jet mill problems, Lillie has decided she is the troubleshooting queen and that Mike and I are technicians.



I had a suggestion on how to get out of this mess.  I tried to bring it up.  I was told I didn't know shit.

FINE!     I DON'T KNOW SHIT!   

YEW JUS' TELL ME WHAT TO DO, LADY, CUZ I DON'T GIVE NO MORE FUCKS.
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As long as she doesn't try to pin it on you when it goes south...

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Mandatory reminder that you're fucked forever.

Right now the only place I have full, reliable internet access is on my laptop in the kitchen.

Which is NOT SUPER CONDUCIVE for doing homework, as the kitchen is literally and figuratively the center of the house.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

If a compressor is drawing the right number of amps and is at pressure, it is delivering its rated SCFM (flow).  Period.  BUT NOT HERE.

Flow too high or too low?

Flow too low -> Flow is being redirected into the REAL tuscon, the one only visible in nightmares and from the corner of your eye

Flow too high -> you are getting more out of a closed system then you put in. You can get away with it for now, but one day They will come and they will be looking for payment.

[Doktor Howl]

At my job, math and physics are not a thing.

If a compressor is drawing the right number of amps and is at pressure, it is delivering its rated SCFM (flow).  Period.  BUT NOT HERE.

Flailing away at jet mill problems, Lillie has decided she is the troubleshooting queen and that Mike and I are technicians.



I had a suggestion on how to get out of this mess.  I tried to bring it up.  I was told I didn't know shit.

FINE!     I DON'T KNOW SHIT!   

YEW JUS' TELL ME WHAT TO DO, LADY, CUZ I DON'T GIVE NO MORE FUCKS.
\

As long as she doesn't try to pin it on you when it goes south...

I am all out of fucks in that department.   

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

At my job, math and physics are not a thing.

If a compressor is drawing the right number of amps and is at pressure, it is delivering its rated SCFM (flow).  Period.  BUT NOT HERE.

Flailing away at jet mill problems, Lillie has decided she is the troubleshooting queen and that Mike and I are technicians.



I had a suggestion on how to get out of this mess.  I tried to bring it up.  I was told I didn't know shit.

FINE!     I DON'T KNOW SHIT!   

YEW JUS' TELL ME WHAT TO DO, LADY, CUZ I DON'T GIVE NO MORE FUCKS.
\

As long as she doesn't try to pin it on you when it goes south...

I am all out of fucks in that department.   

Go, little fucks. Fly free, forever.

[The Wizard Joseph]

At my job, math and physics are not a thing.

If a compressor is drawing the right number of amps and is at pressure, it is delivering its rated SCFM (flow).  Period.  BUT NOT HERE.

Flailing away at jet mill problems, Lillie has decided she is the troubleshooting queen and that Mike and I are technicians.



I had a suggestion on how to get out of this mess.  I tried to bring it up.  I was told I didn't know shit.

FINE!     I DON'T KNOW SHIT!   

YEW JUS' TELL ME WHAT TO DO, LADY, CUZ I DON'T GIVE NO MORE FUCKS.
\

As long as she doesn't try to pin it on you when it goes south...

I am all out of fucks in that department.   

Go, little fucks. Fly free, forever.

Behold as I awoke I saw a flock of flying fucks traveling in the northern sky at great speed and in disarray. Surely this means grievous trouble brewing in the south in whose sky there were no fucks at all to be found.

- an augury of the first spring fucksign

[Cain]

Well, I'm not fired as of yet.  Just gotta last until, perhaps fittingly, April 1st.  Just gotta get through this probation...

Turns out the creepy guy who wasn't background checked was legit.  Well, "legit", anyway.  He paid.  He's not a student though.  He goes out every day looking for work, and the agency who sent him to us did virtually no vetting.

The complaints against me have been dropped, though the precious princesses in management were quick to close ranks when I complained about the agents foul language in his email.

I'm starting to keep a little file, because security at this place is, quite frankly, shocking.  Once my probation is over, I'm going to present a preliminary security assessment.  Keyword being preliminary.  If they want the full thing, they can either pay me a reasonable sum, or they can go to a "professional" security firm and get charged three times what I'm asking for roughly the same thing.  And then, when the shit does hit the fan and a drunken guest attacks a member of staff because there is only one member of staff on that night or someone breaks into the reception area and refuses to leave or one of our students gets mugged on our doorstep, I can say "I told you.  And you did nothing."

In the meantime, still trying to figure the relationship between my line manager, who is in over his head and has no prior experience of management, and his manager, who may be the weakest example of a man I have ever seen and lets said manager walk all over him.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Oulachon season was today. Got up at 4:30 and went out to the river.

No oulachon run.

[Demolition Squid]

I finally finished the first draft of my first full length novel today. 100,004 words ready to be cut down and refined into something actually worth reading.

I thought it was great at the start. I hated it at about the halfway point. Now I think it is ... okay? There's the start of something good there but it needs serious revision. Far too much tell, not enough show.

But I am very, very happy I actually managed to finish it. How people write one of these in a single month is beyond me, it took me since September last year and it was a real grind in places.

[Cain]

Congratulations on finishing the novel, even if it wasn't all you hoped for it to be.  Anyway, that is what sequels are for.

My boss had a "friendly" chat with myself and my colleague at working tonight, reminding us to not join any "cabals".  Sure, Adolf, I'll keep that in mind.  Inbetween, there was blathering about how we are the best staff ever, thinly veiled suggestions that we shouldnt fraternise with other staff and warnings about factions and political agendas in the office.

In short, its a full on Game of Thrones here.  Well, Game of Thrones as performed by a troupe of primary school children.  It's almost sad, really.  I'm half tempted to show them what advancing yourself really is, but that would mean being put in charge of these idiots.  And I'm not taking responsibility for this gaggle of stupidity.