I just had a sewing machine needle fly right for my FUCKING FACE. AGAIN. Fortunately, I was wearing safety glasses this time as I've been known to get a little hardcore. Ask Richter, I accidentally his crotch last workshop day. With Luna's machine.
My chair could probably use more lumbar support.
It has adjustable lumbar support. I just feel like it could use more.
My lumbar doesn't reach it. This chair is made for people three times my girth.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on March 26, 2014, 11:54:12 PM
My lumbar doesn't reach it. This chair is made for people three times my girth.
EVERYTHING is made for people three times your girth. If you stand sideways, you turn invisible. Unless you grin. Then there's teeth...
Quote from: Luna on March 26, 2014, 11:55:14 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on March 26, 2014, 11:54:12 PM
My lumbar doesn't reach it. This chair is made for people three times my girth.
EVERYTHING is made for people three times your girth. If you stand sideways, you turn invisible. Unless you grin. Then there's teeth...
:mrgreen:
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on March 26, 2014, 11:56:40 PM
Quote from: Luna on March 26, 2014, 11:55:14 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on March 26, 2014, 11:54:12 PM
My lumbar doesn't reach it. This chair is made for people three times my girth.
EVERYTHING is made for people three times your girth. If you stand sideways, you turn invisible. Unless you grin. Then there's teeth...
:mrgreen:
WORKPLACE SOLUTION: EAT MOAR DONUTS
Quote from: The Suu on March 26, 2014, 11:48:23 PM
I just had a sewing machine needle fly right for my FUCKING FACE. AGAIN. Fortunately, I was wearing safety glasses this time as I've been known to get a little hardcore. Ask Richter, I accidentally his crotch last workshop day. With Luna's machine.
I sat at home on the toilet all day.
Yeeeeah.
I think I win.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2014, 12:00:45 AM
Quote from: The Suu on March 26, 2014, 11:48:23 PM
I just had a sewing machine needle fly right for my FUCKING FACE. AGAIN. Fortunately, I was wearing safety glasses this time as I've been known to get a little hardcore. Ask Richter, I accidentally his crotch last workshop day. With Luna's machine.
I sat at home on the toilet all day.
Yeeeeah.
I think I win.
Only until the toilet weighs in on its occupational hazards. :evil:
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on March 27, 2014, 12:02:21 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2014, 12:00:45 AM
Quote from: The Suu on March 26, 2014, 11:48:23 PM
I just had a sewing machine needle fly right for my FUCKING FACE. AGAIN. Fortunately, I was wearing safety glasses this time as I've been known to get a little hardcore. Ask Richter, I accidentally his crotch last workshop day. With Luna's machine.
I sat at home on the toilet all day.
Yeeeeah.
I think I win.
Only until the toilet weighs in on its occupational hazards. :evil:
It knew the risks when it volunteered.
Or the Tucson municipal water system.
Quote from: The Suu on March 27, 2014, 12:05:43 AM
Or the Tucson municipal water system.
The Tucson municipal what system? :lulz:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2014, 12:07:49 AM
Quote from: The Suu on March 27, 2014, 12:05:43 AM
Or the Tucson municipal water system.
The Tucson municipal what system? :lulz:
If you just saw the face I made. :lulz:
As far as I'm aware, I'm the only serious occupational hazard at my workplace
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on March 27, 2014, 05:49:56 AM
As far as I'm aware, I'm the only serious occupational hazard at my workplace
Manager/super whomever, please stop insisting that we understand the excuse made to represent your appointment. Simply, you lack the disposition. Truly, Disgruntled Occupants
The forklift that goes to the roll-wrapper has 4 levers:
1. Up and down.
2. Tilt forward and back.
3. Twist.
4. Grab and release (it's a roll-lift, so instead of forks imaging giant huggy arms that just want to squeeze you and love you to death)
So, I'm getting trained on this thing a couple weeks ago. When I should have pulled lever 3, I pushed lever 4, which led to a 2000 pound roll of paper getting un-hugged from about 6 feet up. Luckily, I had been holding it on it's side, so instead of just plopping down on it's flat bottom and stopping, it hit the ground and rolled right at the guy who was training me. He grinned and moved out of the way. I stopped shaking last night at about 9 pm.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 27, 2014, 01:50:28 PM
The forklift that goes to the roll-wrapper has 4 levers:
1. Up and down.
2. Tilt forward and back.
3. Twist.
4. Grab and release (it's a roll-lift, so instead of forks imaging giant huggy arms that just want to squeeze you and love you to death)
So, I'm getting trained on this thing a couple weeks ago. When I should have pulled lever 3, I pushed lever 4, which led to a 2000 pound roll of paper getting un-hugged from about 6 feet up. Luckily, I had been holding it on it's side, so instead of just plopping down on it's flat bottom and stopping, it hit the ground and rolled right at the guy who was training me. He grinned and moved out of the way. I stopped shaking last night at about 9 pm.
I really want one of these. In Bobcat-form. This way, when I do my own plowing, I can also hug cars and move them out of the way when they aren't moved during a parking ban.
Quote from: The Suu on March 26, 2014, 11:48:23 PM
I just had a sewing machine needle fly right for my FUCKING FACE. AGAIN. Fortunately, I was wearing safety glasses this time as I've been known to get a little hardcore. Ask Richter, I accidentally his crotch last workshop day. With Luna's machine.
That's crazy - I've been playing with a bunch of Brother machines these past few weeks and it never occurred to me those things can be dangerous - although heavy - I love how I look like a hit man when it's in it's carrying case :lulz:
(edit: sewing and knitting are different, I was referring to latter (hookers got me))
Occupational hazards, you say?
My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.
I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.
I'm not allowed to talk about my occupational hazards, except to say that they may or may not involve the Hounds of Tindalos.
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 27, 2014, 05:23:00 PM
Occupational hazards, you say?
My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.
I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.
My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.
Blood, feces, infection, physical violence, insomnia, depression....just off the top of my head.
We have eye wash stations around the plant. I'm guessing things can go spew sometimes. And we're supposed to wear safety goggles when hot and cold testing, so maybe things go splodey sometimes.
As for my other job, cray crays. Lots of cray crays.
My sewing machine has cruise control. I don't use it because I don't trust it. The last time that happened, it turned the husband's metalworking materials into a darling bolero jacket.
Quote from: NoLeDeMiel on March 27, 2014, 01:50:28 PM
The forklift that goes to the roll-wrapper has 4 levers:
1. Up and down.
2. Tilt forward and back.
3. Twist.
4. Grab and release (it's a roll-lift, so instead of forks imaging giant huggy arms that just want to squeeze you and love you to death)
So, I'm getting trained on this thing a couple weeks ago. When I should have pulled lever 3, I pushed lever 4, which led to a 2000 pound roll of paper getting un-hugged from about 6 feet up. Luckily, I had been holding it on it's side, so instead of just plopping down on it's flat bottom and stopping, it hit the ground and rolled right at the guy who was training me. He grinned and moved out of the way. I stopped shaking last night at about 9 pm.
I used to work on those fucking things, once upon a time. Some fucking GENIUS put the hydraulic pumps right at the fucking bottom of the cabinet, where you could only get 1/6 of a rotation at a time with a wrench.
HATE HATE HATE
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on March 27, 2014, 05:49:56 AM
As far as I'm aware, I'm the only serious occupational hazard at my workplace
:mittens:
HOWEVER:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoiWtj-N49w
Quote from: The Suu on March 27, 2014, 07:31:59 PM
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 27, 2014, 05:23:00 PM
Occupational hazards, you say?
My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.
I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.
My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.
Fuck that. I hate being fully enclosed. Plus, scar tissue is armor.
Today, a pretty lady farted and drooled at the same time.
8)
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 28, 2014, 05:02:57 AM
Quote from: The Suu on March 27, 2014, 07:31:59 PM
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 27, 2014, 05:23:00 PM
Occupational hazards, you say?
My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.
I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.
My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.
Fuck that. I hate being fully enclosed. Plus, scar tissue is armor.
Hey, sort of on-topic, when would be the best time to head up and eat everything on your menu? Preferably, not a lot of tourists, but the kicthen is still in fighting shape.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 28, 2014, 11:39:39 AM
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 28, 2014, 05:02:57 AM
Quote from: The Suu on March 27, 2014, 07:31:59 PM
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 27, 2014, 05:23:00 PM
Occupational hazards, you say?
My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.
I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.
My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.
Fuck that. I hate being fully enclosed. Plus, scar tissue is armor.
Hey, sort of on-topic, when would be the best time to head up and eat everything on your menu? Preferably, not a lot of tourists, but the kicthen is still in fighting shape.
Ditto.
And LMNO, you and the missus are welcome to rendez-vous here in Port City on the way and pick up two foodie hitchhikers. Or one, depending if the husband has duty or not.
I was thinking drive to Portland on Friday night for dinner at Duck Fat or thereabouts, stay the night, then continue on up the coast Saturday, get food poisoning at ECH's place*, then drive back to Boston on Sunday.
*I kid, I kid.
I've honestly never been to Portland, and I've been told I NEED to go to Old Port.
I've only been once, but it was a pretty cool place.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 28, 2014, 11:39:39 AM
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 28, 2014, 05:02:57 AM
Quote from: The Suu on March 27, 2014, 07:31:59 PM
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 27, 2014, 05:23:00 PM
Occupational hazards, you say?
My hands are impervious to heat and nearly impervious to edged weapons. And if you do manage to hurt them, I very likely won't feel it at all.
I prefer to think of them as occupational improvements.
My brother wears long sleeves to cook, even when it's 110 degrees outside and 2000 degrees in the kitchen. Better to burn a shirt than burn your arm.
Fuck that. I hate being fully enclosed. Plus, scar tissue is armor.
Hey, sort of on-topic, when would be the best time to head up and eat everything on your menu? Preferably, not a lot of tourists, but the kicthen is still in fighting shape.
I'd shoot for sometime in the fall. We're still busy as shit on weekends right up to Columbus Day usually (or always were, anyway) so we're still able to play with good fresh stuff knowing it will sell.
Is it a year-round place? Or just seasonal?
It was seasonal. We're going to go year-round, though how exactly that;s going to work out is still a bit fungible.
Duck Fat is friggin' awesome. Though you'll want to stop in Portland again on your way back on sunday for brunch at Caiola's.
Frankly, you could spend a week eating in Portland. It's one of the best food cities in the country.
So far I haven't had a bad eat in Portsmouth, either, but I heard that Portland is the place for foodies, and that's from plenty of snooty foodies in Providence.
If I ever leave the Northeast, I think I'll probably starve. I feel like I've been fucking spoiled.
Yeah, because there's no decent food anywhere else. I mean, certainly not in every other major city all over the entire globe.
Portland (Senior) is noteworthy for being on the same level, food-wise, as San Francisco or Vancouver or Montreal in spite of the fact that there are only 60,000 people in the city and it's up in dickhole, Maine.
And in all fairness, there are alot of big cities in the US that are thoroughly uninspiring for good food. And many more where good food is mostly the province of the wealthy. Portland (Junior) is noteworthy for how egalitarian it is when it comes to including "eat good food" as a core cultural value. Many places aren't like that.
Quote from: Jet City Hustle on March 29, 2014, 06:29:45 PM
Portland (Senior) is noteworthy for being on the same level, food-wise, as San Francisco or Vancouver or Montreal in spite of the fact that there are only 60,000 people in the city and it's up in dickhole, Maine.
And in all fairness, there are alot of big cities in the US that are thoroughly uninspiring for good food. And many more where good food is mostly the province of the wealthy. Portland (Junior) is noteworthy for how egalitarian it is when it comes to including "eat good food" as a core cultural value. Many places aren't like that.
I had some shitty fucking food in SoCal. From San Diego to LA, I was thoroughly unimpressed. Same with Texas and Alabama, but to be fair, I didn't exact go out of my way to have local Alabama cuisine, either. And when people take the damn Acela from Manhattan to Providence for a damn $11 grilled cheese sandwich at the bistro I worked at, you know it's worth it. That and NYC can be rather underwhelming as far as food goes. Variety, yes. Quality? Meh.
Quote from: The Suu on March 29, 2014, 11:24:58 AM
If I ever leave the Northeast, I think I'll probably starve. I feel like I've been fucking spoiled.
:wasp:
THAT PRIVILEGE OF MINE.
YUO JUST CHECKED IT. :lulz:
Quote from: The Suu on March 30, 2014, 12:29:06 AM
THAT PRIVILEGE OF MINE.
YUO JUST CHECKED IT. :lulz:
It's a quart low. Better fill 'er up.
Mental scarring. Overload on wrists and fingers 'cause computer.
No biggie. :fnord:
Hazards? You want to talk about fucking hazards?
That thing? That thing looks like that because it went BANG and all those nice 90 degree angles now like like very well cooked pasta.
That thing? It's on fire. We'd love to put it out, but we can't because of that thing going BANG. It'll run out of fuel, eventually. Probably. Unless it happens to make something else go BANG.
That thing? That's the client. He's the guy who wanted to put the site office under the steel spaghetti.
That thing? That's my crowbar and by the love of Christ if you don't FUCK OFF I WILL BEAT YOU WITH IT.
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 31, 2014, 03:45:43 PM
Hazards? You want to talk about fucking hazards?
That thing? That thing looks like that because it went BANG and all those nice 90 degree angles now like like very well cooked pasta.
That thing? It's on fire. We'd love to put it out, but we can't because of that thing going BANG. It'll run out of fuel, eventually. Probably. Unless it happens to make something else go BANG.
That thing? That's the client. He's the guy who wanted to put the site office under the steel spaghetti.
That thing? That's my crowbar and by the love of Christ if you don't FUCK OFF I WILL BEAT YOU WITH IT.
Come work for me. It's the same thing, but the weather is better.
Right now, I'd consider it.
Seriously.
I made a custom cosplay costume last week and shipped it overnight at my expense since I fucked it up. It got there a day late, because USPS is a cunt, and she still managed to get it.
Then I get this angry email about how it doesn't fit, and that how I ruined her convention, and how she wanted some kind of refund to make up for her "delay" getting to the show because she had to wait for the package (that was USPS's fault, not mine.)
So, I take the moral high ground, and offer her the refund. I tell her to keep the outfit, and give her my labor cost back, but not the materials, since well, I can't return fabric and I doubt I can re-shelve this. She accepts, and continues to bitch that it doesn't fit. I remind her that I worked off of the measurements she gave me (a whole 5 of them, even after I asked for more, but she was always "in a rush" so I never got them.)
So, me, being the nosey cunt that I am, finds her on Facebook, and that shirt and skirt seem to fit her JUST FINE in the pictures she took of herself she pasted all over the place. I'm half tempted to save the pictures, send them to her and go, "So, where is the fitting issue, again?"
I already sent her the fucking refund, so it's not like she can do anything.
I also officially closed my orders to cosplayers, and canceled the outstanding orders and consultations I already have going. I'm not dealing with these fucking people anymore. For every cosplay commission I get, 1 in 3 go sour in some way. For every reenactment commission I get, maybe 1 in 20 has a minor issue that is usually resolved without a refund, and they pay a lot more, also. I'm going to publish my book on historical costuming for cosplayers, and offer a consultation fee for those that are interested, but I will no longer take actual work commissions from these fucking unsociable nerds. I can't afford to deal with their whining anymore. :argh!:
So yeah, even though I don't deal with explosions or hazardous materials (usually...but you should see the red dye covering my tub right now) the people need to fucking get bent.
QuoteI'm half tempted to save the pictures, send them to her and go, "So, where is the fitting issue, again?"
If you're burning bridges, I say go for it. Fully documented for "posterity" of course.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 31, 2014, 04:33:31 PM
QuoteI'm half tempted to save the pictures, send them to her and go, "So, where is the fitting issue, again?"
If you're burning bridges, I say go for it. Fully documented for "posterity" of course.
You know what? No. I'm going to be the adult here. I don't know why, but I am.
However, if she decides to email me one more time with another complaint...