For when your duce is so gnarly the lingering stench could soffcate a small child, and there is a lineup outside, and you realise your only option to avoid needing to look the next person in the eye and own your shame is suicide.
You’re fucking the guy, he likes his name being said and it turns you off? How’d you get to that point? You don’t have a nickname? I don’t care if your name is Rumplestiltskin, if you want me to say your name I am making deep eye contact and saying it and I will mean it. I will moan it. Nothing is better than knowing what my partner wants so I can give it to them.
I have colleagues who have 20 copies of the same document with slight variations named like this in a folder. I honestly don’t understand how they function at work.
Every tech noob user I see. Worse if it’s mac because 1) I cannot use it for the life of me and 2) almost every Mac user stores it in the same default downloads folder and won’t know what path it’s in unless they use the Finder tool.
I work in Finance at my company and we always save revised copies for Excel files instead of saving over.
But we also have strict rules on it. File name is always “xxxx_Workbook Template Name_MMDDYY.xlsx” or “_YYYY_MM.xlsx”, depending on how often it gets updated.
Older versions get moved to a subfolder. It helps us go back and find out what something was if there was a mistake or revert back if Excel done fucks up.
It never works when you need it. Like “that file was too big”, that file was on a network share, that file is outside the window of how many old changes are saved. It’s like using an undelete utility. Sometimes you get lucky.
It’s better to save every change as a dated/numbered file or use a real source control system.
90s mascots were so random. Like why an owl with a graduation hat? He just graduated, so now he is wise, and can offer insight into lollipop licking? Was that his major?
“Until the second half of the twentieth century, mortarboards were often worn by schoolteachers, and the hat remains an icon of the teaching profession.” [source]
So they weren’t saying that he just graduated, they were saying that he was learned (the tortoise even says, “he is the wisest of us all”).
That’s how it used to be. You asked questions to people who were believed to be wise, and then their answer was what the truth was. And most of the things we “knew” were just wrong.
I uh… might have forgotten the terminal condition, so feel free to report me for violating Rule 2 of this community - breaking the law! (of good sense):-P
Ugh, in the news here a few years ago, they showed a video of a lady jumping out of her car so she wouldn’t be in it when it slid into another car. The news anchor advised people to stay inside of your car. It’s a cage. You’re safer inside that cage than lying in the road.
I feel like people forget that the conditions are like that for everyone and not just themselves, so they think it’s ok to mill around the scene while waiting for emergency services. It’s a terrible idea to do so, and it’s absolutely safer in the car. If for one reason or another you have to exit the vehicle, get far away from the scene; like at least across the ditch or far into someone’s lawn
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