Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.
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@Ghost said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@Alamias Hahaha. Ive often wondered if people like you (who can never seem to find spicy enough food) are like this because you've been conducting chemically corrosive warfare on your mouth all this time.
It's very possible. I will say that I have eaten things that didn't bother me going in, but coming out turned into a ring of fire...
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At our thai place they asked if we want real spicy or 'white people spicy'
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Yeah, if you're a spice afficiando it's worth learning the Thai for spicy. Usually you'll get the real deal.
I, for my part, can enjoy white people spicy, but have no interest in heat past what the humble habanero provides (and usually that is more than sufficient).
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@Rinel Habanero powder is a staple in my kitchen Gogo Sonoran Spices, it's about my goto level as well, tho sometimes i get masochistic. My wife likes ghostpepper things. My mother gets burned by paprika.
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Is it just me or are 'curry hot' and 'chilli hot' different sensations?
He/Him
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@Tinuviel said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Is it just me or are 'curry hot' and 'chilli hot' different sensations?
I call it East vs West spice.
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@ZombieGenesis said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@ghost I was at the grocery store and got some sort of "Caliente" lays layered chips(like Pringles). I was like, "How hot could they be?" I have never had a spicier chip in my life. Granted, I haven't really done spicy food since I was a teenager but still...Jesus Christ.
What were these? I need these in my life.
Racism isn't Tinkerbell. It doesn't need you to believe in it for it to exist.
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I'm just a surge protector doing my job, sir.
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@Lotherio said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
These are good, first spicy chip that was spicy without me adding on anything.
why would you do this to yourself
I like spicy but I don't want it in my snack foods!
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@Derp They were Lays Stax Que Rico.
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Today blew the top off of the record number of people screaming at me at work today.
Just for the record, for most bank issues screaming at anyone wont get them resolved faster. Especially screaming at the teller.
Now I just feel yucky, even though I got to see my favorite clients today too.
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@mietze said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Today blew the top off of the record number of people screaming at me at work today.
Just for the record, for most bank issues screaming at anyone wont get them resolved faster. Especially screaming at the teller.
Now I just feel yucky, even though I got to see my favorite clients today too.
Tell them this, this'll make them feel better:
"Technically it's not money. We're not on the gold standard anymore, so it's not like you can trade money for something with value. What you consider money is really just electronic data and/or papers that say you're ENTITLED to what equates to that amount of money; a promissory note, even. It's just 101010101010110 binary that says that you are believed to own X amount of said money, but if everyone in the country went to the bank and decided to cash out their accounts on one day they wouldn't be able to do it. Basically, you're one super-virus away from having the same worth as an unfrozen caveman."
And then go home and watch Harold and Kumar.
Delete the Hog Pit. It'll be fun.
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Unfrozen caveman is 1 personal grooming day away from becoming the spokesman for the Paleo Diet and the next Jared. Even if he didn't hale from the Paleo time frame.
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@mietze said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Just for the record, for most bank issues screaming at anyone wont get them resolved faster. Especially screaming at the teller.
Just for the record, screaming at someone doesn't get anyone's issues resolved any faster.
Being polite goes a long fucking way.
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Sigh. Moms, yanno?
Actual phone conversation I just had with my mom.
Mom: I just had a holy shit moment.
Me: Oh? What happened?
(Brain read everything my mom says from this point forward in a conspiratorial whisper voice)
Mom: I just went into the bedroom and you wont believe what I saw.
Me: (Strung along) Oh? What?
Mom: Your father was in there on the bed alone...
Me: (PleaseDontSayHeWasJerkingIt) Oh? Is everything okay?
Mom: He was on the bed and when I went in there he immediately hid something under the sheets.
Me: (Still...please god no) Oh? I mean, is everything okay?
Mom: He had a boxcutter that he was hiding from me. When I went in there he really quickly hid it so I couldn't see.
Me: (New version of OhGodNoWhat? because alone+boxcutter) Uhm...thats not good. Is everything okay? Do I need to step away from my desk.
Mom: He was...CUTTING UP A CARDBOARD BOX ON TOP OF MY EXPENSIVE EGYPTIAN SHEETS AND BEDCOVER. HE RUINED MY EXPENSIVE BEDROOM SET AND NOW I HAVE TO REPLACE IT BECAUSE HE CUT THROUGH TO THE MATTRESS.
God damn it, Mom.
Whew. Sigh of relief. I love my mom forever but god damn it her storytelling style freaks me out like this at least once every other month. She doesn't do this on purpose for fun, either. It'll be like:
Mom: Oh. My. God. The craziest thing happened you'll never guess...
Me: Hit me. What happened?
Mom: So I turn down this aisle and I'm all alone, and I see this big guy with tattoos and this pretty girl ALL ALONE IN THE AISLE...
Me: Oh no, what were they doing?
Mom: ...it was BOB AND JEAN'S SON, BARRY. HE'S BACK FROM SERVING OVERSEAS. HE'S COVERED IN TATTOOS, HAS A BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND, AND THEY INVITED US ALL TO A BARBECUE NEXT WEEK.
AAAAAAAAUGHFJEOEI3U38...
Delete the Hog Pit. It'll be fun.
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@Ghost said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Sigh. Moms, yanno?
Actual phone conversation I just had with my mom.
Mom: I just had a holy shit moment.
Me: Oh? What happened?
(Brain read everything my mom says from this point forward in a conspiratorial whisper voice)
Mom: I just went into the bedroom and you wont believe what I saw.
Me: (Strung along) Oh? What?
Mom: Your father was in there on the bed alone...
Me: (PleaseDontSayHeWasJerkingIt) Oh? Is everything okay?
Mom: He was on the bed and when I went in there he immediately hid something under the sheets.
Me: (Still...please god no) Oh? I mean, is everything okay?
Mom: He had a boxcutter that he was hiding from me. When I went in there he really quickly hid it so I couldn't see.
Me: (New version of OhGodNoWhat? because alone+boxcutter) Uhm...thats not good. Is everything okay? Do I need to step away from my desk.
Mom: He was...CUTTING UP A CARDBOARD BOX ON TOP OF MY EXPENSIVE EGYPTIAN SHEETS AND BEDCOVER. HE RUINED MY EXPENSIVE BEDROOM SET AND NOW I HAVE TO REPLACE IT BECAUSE HE CUT THROUGH TO THE MATTRESS.
God damn it, Mom.
Whew. Sigh of relief. I love my mom forever but god damn it her storytelling style freaks me out like this at least once every other month. She doesn't do this on purpose for fun, either. It'll be like:
Mom: Oh. My. God. The craziest thing happened you'll never guess...
Me: Hit me. What happened?
Mom: So I turn down this aisle and I'm all alone, and I see this big guy with tattoos and this pretty girl ALL ALONE IN THE AISLE...
Me: Oh no, what were they doing?
Mom: ...it was BOB AND JEAN'S SON, BARRY. HE'S BACK FROM SERVING OVERSEAS. HE'S COVERED IN TATTOOS, HAS A BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND, AND THEY INVITED US ALL TO A BARBECUE NEXT WEEK.
AAAAAAAAUGHFJEOEI3U38...
I'll trade you yours with her weird Christopher Walken-esque story pauses for mine with her regular text messages about some sad or tragic thing that should be making me miserable today.
Like, every year on March 14th she texts me to remind me how many years it's been since my grandfather died.
I need to know, in detail, about the tragic medical circumstances of her neighbors that I don't particularly like.
Do I want to hear, at great length, the latest sad story coming out of the dog rescue she works with? Of course I do.
If there is a sad/bad/tragic thing happening in the world, she will find it. And then she will contact me to tell me all about it, even if it's about people I don't know. Or she doesn't know. But it's vaguely local and there's possibly some very tenuous thread of connection between it and anything she is remotely connected to in any way whatsoever, and therefore I'm connected to it, and so it needs to just be a part of my day now.
WTF, Mom?
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Me: "Hey, so, you guys changed information on our website and now I'm getting a lot of people asking about the differences between these two very similar things. Can we get that changed back."
Response: "Thank you for your suggestion. Senior management did a lot of research on it and this is how they wanted it."
Me (to self): "Maybe senior management wants to deal with the uptick in time it takes explaining this very easy to solve problem."
Code Monkey not say it out loud.
Code Monkey not crazy, just proud.“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”
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I've been in the dmv for four hours. I forget what the outside world is like.
