My late father went to cook a steak in his propane stove/oven one evening. Usually his steak would come out fantastic, but something went seriously wrong that evening.
The stove started smoking and stinking the place up pretty quickly. What was the problem? There was a fucking dead rat in the bottom of the oven!
Needless to say, steak was not consumed that night. Hell, even after daddy threw out the steak and cleaned out the dead rat remains, he never even used the oven again.
That’s Texas for you.
It’s probably so you can have one toy for every day of the week, except Sunday…
Wear my other shoes through the upcoming rain, while I wait on car parts to come in and brainstorm how to bend some shit back in place to fit a new radiator.
Not my car, but it’s gonna be an interesting project. It won’t be happening this weekend though, I’m still brainstorming right now (and looking for a loaner ratchet strap)…
At least back when my bicycle was made in August 1981, the serial number made sense, assuming you know the syntax.
My bike’s serial number starts with H1???
H is the 8th letter of the alphabet, so that was made in the 8th month, August.
1 is the last digit of the year in the 1980s, so 1981.
Things were almost so much simpler once upon a time, but yeah the coding of model names and serial numbers has definitely gotten more complicated over the years decades…
One of the characters in a vehicle VIN number indicates the original paint color. Ain’t that cute too?
You actually make me wonder…
This isn’t quite related to computers, but is definitely related to electronic technology.
Like, why the fuck is my watch model labeled as a Casio 3507 WS-1300H?
Like WTF? Why not give it an intuitive name, like 'Casio Watch, Tide Predictor #(year model), Grey Color"?
sudo aptitude reinstall '~i'
Cya - Dave Mirra
Yeah, I’m a BMX rider too, bicycle and vehicle technician as well.
I don’t really need an online application anyways, especially if the response is gonna be auto-filed in the trash.
Fuck Google, fuck AI. Thus far, I’ve gotten more regular work by just showing up in person and showing I know how to turn a wrench and get my hands dirty.
Because your ‘information’ is completely useless and doesn’t provide any answer to my question.
Apparently Google doesn’t even have an answer or solution to the question either.
I’m not fucking stupid, I actually do know how to research things…
Thank you for the useless information. My Google account is over 20 years old, back when GMail was still in beta testing.
How the fuck do you change the spam filter options?
How do you even change the spam filter options?
When I started my Google account, GMail was still in beta. Where the fuck are their options?
The last time I sent a resumé in, it was on indeed.
My resumé reflected my history of electronics repair.
AT&T contacted me. I don’t know fuckall about cellular services, and my previous employers made fucking sure I never learned, by compartmentalizing.
I was the soldering technician that can solder wires about the thickness of a human hair and reball nVidia GPU chips. WTF does that have anything to do with cellular services?
I wouldn’t even know how to check my credit report, I’ve never had a credit card or anything like that.
The last time anyone ever tried to help me check whatever my credit report was, it was my ex (and now deceased) girlfriend, and all that led to was more spam mail.
I wasted 4 months of my life trying exactly that to apply for Lowe’s. I not only called twice a week, I also drove there and back, twice a week, 12 miles there and 12 back.
So, looking past my wasted time on the phone, 24 miles twice a week is 48 miles a week. For about 4 months.
48 miles * 16 weeks ≈ 768 miles of wasted travel, just to nag them and try as so many others have suggested to just be persistent.
It didn’t get me any fucking where. Fuck, it cost me more to try nagging them than if I would have just sat on my ass.
Dunno how to sell things online.
I haven’t had a bank account in almost a decade.
Why? Because my bank fucked me over and refused to accept my tax return payment. I’ve literally never been able to get a direct deposit, something always went screwy, and even the bank manager couldn’t explain why that was.
So I closed my bank account and have been cash only for the past 10 years.
I’ve actually worked for 4 banks before and never had any problem with them cutting me an actual physical check, but God forbid they actually allow a direct deposit…
Like seriously WTF?
I’d be shot in the head in less than 4 hours here.
I’d love to get back into fixing vintage electronics, but I don’t really know anyone that’s interested in buying anything more than 3 days old.
The only people I do know into vintage electronics are more or less anonymous friends that have a garage or storage shed full of the shit and not interested in any more.
Fuck, I found a totally working buisness class video projector that had an original MSRP of almost $16,000, yet I couldn’t sell it to anyone for even a mere $50, they apparently have a policy around here to refuse video projectors, working or not.
I do believe you misread my post in some way.
It’s not that the company I applied to rejected me, quite the opposite actually. They sent me an email for a scheduled interview, but Google decided to automatically toss that email right in the spam folder.
I didn’t figure that out until like 3 days after the appointment when I got a bug up my ass to actually check my spam email folder.
How the fuck did I have an opportunity to at least get an interview, yet Google basically decided to throw it in the trash spam folder?
Wait, you mean when I actually did track down exactly where a stolen computer came from, and spent an hour or so with the cops, you mean I could have actually gotten paid?
Fuck, I had to wait on my boss to go on vacation before I even reported that shit (wasn’t the boss that stole it, but he requested me to unlock it for the thief customer).
Username checks out.
Also, they may have actually already had a buyer ready… could have even been an inside job…