RL Anger
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I'm sorry this has happened to you. You make good art. I hope someday you figure out how to believe that again.
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So I made these cute little slips with a pic of my dog on them and a request to donate to the walkathon we're participating in.
Asshole co-worker didn't even wait for me to leave the row before tossing his in the trash.
Fuck you, asshole co-worker.
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Wow that is above and beyond being an asshole co-worker, I tend to be rather communication avoidant at work (for all things not directly job related) to the point most consider me the asshole co-worker but even I would politely take the slip hope to dispose of that is just basic courtesy.
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So many of you know that my Macbook has been steadily dying because my asshole cat (seriously world, I know I have p much the most amazing cat ever, but did you also have to give me the most difficult cat to ever be a scam artist?!) chewed on the corner of the screen.
The crack and dead pixels have been steadily expanding. The upper left of the screen in a steady growing void diagonally across is just losing legibility. I've been suffering around it because... welp. What am I gonna do? Getting a car was higher priority. Better car = wider range of job hunting = better job (hopefully) = moar money = new computer. It's a process.
But today, the computer didn't even want to come on at first. The crack had fully reached the opposite side of the screen. I finally got it on. I'm gonna run a full backup (gotta remember where I put the external drive after the one I ran the other week).
THANKFULLY an amazing friend of mine who has a couple old Macbooks (he's a stellar dev who has worked for companies that will just upgrade him after a year or two and let him keep the 'old') is selling me one for cheap on a 'pay me back when you can' plan. I just have to coddle this one into limping along until it gets here.
But seriously, thanks a lot asshole cat. The machine itself still runs great. Processor, et al. It's just the keyboard (that's on me: much abuse over 4 years) and monitor are ded.
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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External keyboard, mouse, monitor, close the screen, to have a desktop.
Really, there is nothing more you need to do.
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”
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@thenomain said in RL Anger:
External keyboard, mouse, monitor, close the screen, to have a desktop.
Really, there is nothing more you need to do.
I don't have a monitor that'd work for it at the moment. I just have a DVI monitor (the only monitor I have is that old, yes >.>) and I am still sans-desk.
I could get an adapter (I know those are a few bucks) and setup on my coffee table, but with the way asshole cat will just FLING himself across surfaces (he slams into my hip on a regular basis when I'm walking around the apartment), I'd be terrified of him knocking it all over. I can't trust any setup that's not on a desk/table tucked safely against the wall.
The 'pay back as you can' for a working machine that's of equal spec is a really great alternative right now. I know I can do that. And I have a phone interview today that is hella promising (I interviewed with the company a few months back and the feedback was: we really like you, but you aren't a fit for this exact position. Please do apply again when there is a position you do fit. And I really fit this one).
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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Double-post:
honestly, if Ike wasn't so attached to asshole-cat (they cuddle and sleep together, play together, bathe each other) and didn't have abandonment issues when I leave the apartment, I'd find a new home for him.I honestly do not like him most days. He's lucky he helps her so much.
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And while you're waiting, adapter, monitor, keyb--
You know what, I'm not sure why I try to make suggestions on this board when so many people are willing to explain what's wrong with the help given by people.
And not just me, but it's still all over this goddamn board: Why someone saying "x" is not taken as a friendly suggestion, not taken as an idle bit of help. So many of you are so goddamn selfish as to not even see when people are being nice.
So fuck it. Whatever. I'm broken.
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”
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@thenomain @Auspice
I hope you both feel better/have a wonderful day/everything works out. No sarcasm! 
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Well.
I mean.
Kittens.
(sigh)
Fine.
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My #1 concern is that this thing will at least boot up. I can figure things out until the replacement from my friend gets here, but since it didn't want to even boot up this morning (I think Theno missed that while I was personally pissing in his wheaties)... I might be SOL at some point.
Gonna start running daily backups.
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
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...being unexpectedly popped in the face by a wayward pingpong ball should not fill me up with this much inarticulate rage.
"If you stand for nothing Burr, what will you fall for?"
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Some fucking asshole stole my tomato's. I had like 5 tomatos just turning, they would be pickable today. Today. I saw them last night and was getting all giddy.
I go out today to gather today's cucumbers for pickling (they grow so damned fast those chicago picklers) and then was swinging by the side of the house and front to get my tomato's, visions of a nice buttery piece of toast and a thick as heck slice of Jubilee.
Gone. All of them.
Not a hint of animal, these have been carefully pulled from the fucking vine.
I could cry. half of these I grew from seed, others I bought because the seed never survived. I have battled deer and other wildlife. I'd ALMOST think it's wildlife, but the full green ones aren't picked and animals aren't brave enough to go right up to my front door.
So enjoy my tomatoes you assholes. Because next year that shit is getting caged and locked up and fuck you.
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Apparently our whole street got hit. Across the street, other neighbours. And it wasn't human.
New york has ninja turtles in their sewer. We have ninja raccoons at 4 am in our sewers. So my neighbour said. She was up early for work and saw the whole lot of them going to town on her own garden and scared them off. they dropped some of their stolen goods.
Four legged assholes.
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I had a raccoon come INTO MY APARTMENT while I was home, once. Opened the sliding screen door, walk to the fridge, open the fridge, and start eating eggs. I heard something and went and looked and the thing CHARGED ME.
It was really cute tho.
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There was a raccoon in the dumpster at my house. I opened the door to dump in a trash bag and it proceeded to pop right into the window. I fell right onto my ass. Little fucker.
