I started today with a meeting that should have lasted 15 minutes, but went on for an hour. The principal at my school, as usual, refused to make a decision, wanting everyone else to, when ultimately, it’s her job. We waited her out and she wasn’t happy about it. Mrs. Paddy was able to hear the meeting and remarked that it was painful to listen to.
Know that “Comrade Bitchsky” is now an official part of JimCo corporate lore. 👿
Another JimCo first today: a different Russian homeowner with a couple of trivial issues re his HVAC (missing vibration pads and a damaged condensate line…because we haven’t done all the “fine-tuning” as we’re focused on getting the damned roof closed ASAP) told me if those things weren’t addressed by Monday morning, “I vill fuck you and fuck your vorkers!”
Pretty sure he didn’t mean that in a “squeal like a piggy” sort of way.
Oh…we were up on the roof ~30′ above the ground at the time. It’s the first time in 27 years I’ve been threatened like that. Something new; yay!
Jim asked me not to file a police report; I’m more than a bit bothered by that, too. (I have Comrade Badassovich on audio via my Bluetooth headet -- being a sneaky Jooooo -- but CA is a “two-party state” unless there’s an audible beep or some such shit.)
Sorry to hear that you have moar Ruuushin arseholes to deal with. Regarding Sumnavitch Badassovich, California’s wiretapping law applies to confidential conversations, which would include telephone conversations, but would not include a conversation in a public place, in which you are a party, especially if the other party has no reasonable expectation of privacy of the conversation -- such as shouting up to someone on the top of a roof.
I have been a bit busy. My DVD collection was becoming unmanageable with over 6,600 discs, so I redid my system, brought all of them out of the closet, and arranged them alphabetically, at least to the first two letters.
The third, fourth, and fifth shelves from the top are two row, with the back row raised enough to see the labels, the others are single row. Each case is marked on the end with the first three letters of the title. Books were moved to upper shelves or to a book case in another room.
Happy Friday, Gerbil Nation!
Both of those kids look too young to be trusted with The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. Good thing there’s a bucket to help clean up the mess.
I started today with a meeting that should have lasted 15 minutes, but went on for an hour. The principal at my school, as usual, refused to make a decision, wanting everyone else to, when ultimately, it’s her job. We waited her out and she wasn’t happy about it. Mrs. Paddy was able to hear the meeting and remarked that it was painful to listen to.
Drive by:
TFGIFF, GN!
Paddy --
Know that “Comrade Bitchsky” is now an official part of JimCo corporate lore. 👿
Another JimCo first today: a different Russian homeowner with a couple of trivial issues re his HVAC (missing vibration pads and a damaged condensate line…because we haven’t done all the “fine-tuning” as we’re focused on getting the damned roof closed ASAP) told me if those things weren’t addressed by Monday morning, “I vill fuck you and fuck your vorkers!”
Pretty sure he didn’t mean that in a “squeal like a piggy” sort of way.
Oh…we were up on the roof ~30′ above the ground at the time. It’s the first time in 27 years I’ve been threatened like that. Something new; yay!
Jim asked me not to file a police report; I’m more than a bit bothered by that, too. (I have Comrade Badassovich on audio via my Bluetooth headet -- being a sneaky Jooooo -- but CA is a “two-party state” unless there’s an audible beep or some such shit.)
Really, really can’t wait to flee on the 17th.
Too. Old. For. This. Shit.â„¢
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“I’M IN HELL!! AAAAAH! AAAAAH! AAAAAH!”
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Hi Fatwa!!!!
Sorry to hear that you have moar Ruuushin arseholes to deal with. Regarding Sumnavitch Badassovich, California’s wiretapping law applies to confidential conversations, which would include telephone conversations, but would not include a conversation in a public place, in which you are a party, especially if the other party has no reasonable expectation of privacy of the conversation -- such as shouting up to someone on the top of a roof.
Comrade “Yeb Vas!” was on the roof with me, Simon teh Annoying Russki Yid (another homeowner) and their Russian HVAC tech.
From Robocop,
“Can you fly, Bobby?”
I have been a bit busy. My DVD collection was becoming unmanageable with over 6,600 discs, so I redid my system, brought all of them out of the closet, and arranged them alphabetically, at least to the first two letters.
The third, fourth, and fifth shelves from the top are two row, with the back row raised enough to see the labels, the others are single row. Each case is marked on the end with the first three letters of the title. Books were moved to upper shelves or to a book case in another room.
This should handle expansion for several years.
Closets are rather full of other stuff. Nobody ever called me moderate. This is after distributing items to all family members. We are set for more.
wow, mac! Good organizational skills!!