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On Mon, 17 Jan 2005 15:21:22 -0700, "Monique Y. Mudama"
wrote: On 2005-01-17, bonbon penned: I freeze my butt off. It's been rather chilly here in Houston lately, and although I'm actually a seamstress, for the past 6 months or so, I've been installing marble flooring and just recently began working with natural slate also. It's pretty cold running that wet saw outside in 35 degree temperatures, but it's very gratifying work at the end. (Well, aside from the callouses, broken off fingernails, and rather embarrassing arm muscles.) I'll trade ya! I'd love to have those embarrassing arm muscles! (Without all of that, you know, pesky *work* that goes along with them) LOL! Work IS a four letter word. -bonbon |
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Stormin Mormon wrote in message ... Sounds like you take all the heat for everyone else in th e company who is making life miserable for the customer. Not quite. We all take the heat from the customers for errors done internally, in a part of the bank we have nothing to do with. Blessed be, Baha -- Christopher A. Young Learn more about Jesus www.lds.org www.mormons.com "Singh" wrote in message ... I work in the customer service phone center for a bank whose territory stretches from Buffalo, the city of its founding, to Northern Virginia. (those of y'all down South may remember the former Allfirst, now M&T; colloquially known as "M & Fee") Alternatively, my workplace is known as the Whine Line, the Salt Mine, Siberia, or simply as "the sewer." It is the principal reason that I am medicated, and is the place that provided such stress last August that I got carried off to the Crazy Wing of the county hospital. That is my job. My vocation is writer, and if I can actually become a success at it then I can either leave the bank, or not give a damn because then I could work from choice and not necessity. Blessed be, Baha |
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On Tue, 18 Jan 2005 10:45:40 +0700, "badwilson"
wrote: "bonbon" wrote in message .. . On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 21:15:32 GMT, Tanada wrote: snip I am a Substitute Teacher for Cumberland Co. North Carolina, married to a Blackhawk mechanic/inspector who is medically retired from the US army. Pam S. I freeze my butt off. It's been rather chilly here in Houston lately, and although I'm actually a seamstress, for the past 6 months or so, I've been installing marble flooring and just recently began working with natural slate also. It's pretty cold running that wet saw outside in 35 degree temperatures, but it's very gratifying work at the end. (Well, aside from the callouses, broken off fingernails, and rather embarrassing arm muscles.) -bonbon Arm muscles are not embarrassing. I lift weights every second day in order to get as many muscles as possible. Muscles are a "good thing"! It's a bummer though when you put on a nice blouse, go into the bathroom to fix the hair and upon bending and raising your arms, split the seams in the sleeves. Dennis used to moonlight as a tile layer in the winters. He tiled a bunch of new high-rise condos in downtown Vancouver. He learned how to do it so well, we tore all the carpet out of our brand new condo before even moving in and tiled the whole place. It was awesome, but hard work!. We got 40% off the price of the tiles too because he worked in the industry. That's always a nice bonus. The price of tile adds up quickly when you start figuring your square footage. Especially with some of the $5 or $6/sq. ft. marble. Then, include all the mud, marble sealer and cleaner, grout, floor tools........Yep, definitely nice to find the tile at 40% off. I found some Cream Jade marble on sale, and bought a bunch of it. It's still all in the boxes, stacked neatly in the garage though.........by the time I get home from work, I'm too exhausted to even think about more work, even if it is for our own house. -bonbon |
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In ,
Monique Y. Mudama shouted to everyone in earshot, I know what you mean. I run my own mail server from home, Yep, that used to be me, too, before I had more family members using it than my home connection could handle well (not to mention all the pictures of my kitties and whatever). 128kb ISDN only goes so far. mostly so that I can completely customize my own spam-filtering solutions. Boy, I hear ya. Have you written your own deal from scratch, or did you build something around SpamAssassin or something like it? Jeff -- j if e-mail to the posting address | If you've got the Cuervo, honey, f bounces, look left and below. | I've got the lime! --Old 97's | |
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On Tue, 18 Jan 2005 11:38:27 +1100, "Yowie"
yodeled: "Victor Martinez" wrote in message ... Marina wrote: I hear it's an acquired taste. Yowie is training Cary to love vegemite as we speak. How's the carpet? Hmmm... that might qualify as child abuse in some countries... ;-) Victor, who knows lots of people love vegemite but still can't understand why The trick with vegemite is not to slap it on like you would jelly or peanut butter. A *scraping* is all that is required, at least until you can eat it straight out the jar :-) I played a game of Vegemite Poker once with my Aussie ex and his brothers. The loser of each hand had to eat a tablespoonful of Vegemite. I provided them with lots of amusement. :P Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com |
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O J wrote:
snip (deep and humble bow)! Now, on with the new tale: I have never seen a rat, alive or dead, in any of the places I've worked underground. BUT, I've seen one that was neither alive nor dead. Bwah-hah-hah-hah! When you see a telephone truck parked by a manhole, the splicer or lineman is down in a little, or occasionally huge, concrete room with cables that come in one side and leave by the other. Most are fairly clean and a few, where there is laser equipment to extend circuits to the field, have lights, tiled floors, and air conditioning. We used to use what was essentially a modeling clay known as 'duct seal' to keep water and gasses from seeping along the cable paths between locations in the underground. It was grayish in appearance and would hold its shape, without ever getting permanently hard. One could either use it for its intended purpose, or for self-amusement, constructing little models and figures. Some of the figures I used to like to make were rats! You could make the basic shape out of the duct seal, use little wire connectors for the eyes, and find some scraps of wire for whiskers to complete the creepy critter. It became an amusement of mine to construct these little statues and leave them in the various locations I had visited so as to spook whoever was next to come down the ladder. One day I had constructed a truly masterful example and left it sitting on a cable where, as soon as one had come down through the round 'chimney', it would be visible and sitting about a foot and a half from the face of the unlucky visitor. Chortling to myself, I wondered who my victim might be. We finished the job over the next several weeks and everything tested good except for one circuit. Someone needed to go down and find where the trouble might be. That someone was me -- the hole I needed to check was the one with my masterpiece. As soon as I cleared the chimney I looked to the right! Aaakkk!!! I nearly had a heart attack. Caught like a rat by my own trap! After that I gave up my little hobby. Regards and Purrs, O J Thanks for posting, that's a keeper. :-) -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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O J wrote:
Karen Chuplis wrote: ---------snip of O J's old TelCo stories---------- I have to pass these on to the techs in my company OK, if you do, tell them this one as well. The standard underground copper cables are composed of up to 3600 pairs of twisted copper wires. They're heavy, and to pull one from one manhole to the next takes all the power of one of the heavy lineman's trucks. I had something of an intimidating reputation, my nickname was "The Beast". I was something of a cross between a bear and a geek. I could decipher any print and at one time all the old DOS portable computers in South LA ran on menu batch files that I had written. I was assigned to show an only moderately experienced craftsman how to do a particular type of splice and I arrived at the location ahead of him. I opened the hole to let it air out and, after having a cup of coffee in my truck, decided not to wait any longer for the other splicer to show up. When I got down into the large hole, I found that the line crew had left an excess of cable. Sensing the opportunity to play a classic prank, I cut off about twenty feet of excess from the real cable, tucked the real end out of sight behind a few other cables, and shoved about ten feet of the excess up a spare duct. I then started to set up the fake end as if it were the real cable, but in such a way that it looked a little short. When the other fellow arrived, he joined me downstairs and I began to complain that the line crew had left the cable a little short and that I would like to have a little more slack. I spit on my hands and rubbed them together. I too several deep breaths. I grabbed the fake end and started to pull. It was easy to move, but I did my best to pantomime someone straining with all his might. Slowly the fake cable started to move. I dragged about five more feet of it into the hole and turned to look at my fellow craftsman. His jaw was on the floor and an eerie look of disbelief was in his eyes. "Well, that's a little more like it!" I said. "Now we can get to work!" I carried on as if the morning's events were nothing special for about another fifteen minutes or so before I let him in on my little charade. Life is short, you have to make your fun where you can find it! Regards and Purrs, O J ROTFL! -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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On 2005-01-18, JB penned:
In , Monique Y. Mudama shouted to everyone in earshot, I know what you mean. I run my own mail server from home, Yep, that used to be me, too, before I had more family members using it than my home connection could handle well (not to mention all the pictures of my kitties and whatever). 128kb ISDN only goes so far. We have a static IP and 1.5Mbps down / 500kbps up, but it still only goes so far. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I ran web stuff from my home machine, but I now find it much easier to let Pair host my web stuff. They're also more attentive as sysadmins than I am. mostly so that I can completely customize my own spam-filtering solutions. Boy, I hear ya. Have you written your own deal from scratch, or did you build something around SpamAssassin or something like it? Well, by customize, I just mean "install the stuff I want with the options I want." I use a combo of SA, procmail, and tmda. I don't use the c/r aspect of tmda; I mostly use it because the filter rules are so easy to implement. If I just want to block something or send it to a directory, tmda's syntax is very clean. I also like leaving unrecognized email in a queue, rather than getting all excited that I have new mail and then seeing that it's crap =/ -- monique, roommate of Oscar the (female) grouch ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eros was adopted! Eros has a home now! *cheer!* |
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Monique Y. Mudama shouted to everyone in earshot, Well, by customize, I just mean "install the stuff I want with the options I want." I figured, but I was playing it safe in case you *had* written a big thing from scratch. g Anyway, that sounds cool. I like hearing about homegrown mail thingies--never know what I might be able to pick up and wrap into mine. I also like leaving unrecognized email in a queue, rather than getting all excited that I have new mail and then seeing that it's crap =/ Yeah, that's definitely the way to do it. Similarly, we save all mail to a database, and non-spam also goes to users' spool files. Periodic spam report via e-mail, web tool for retrieving "spam" that really isn't (and for having accidentally-deleted non-spam redelivered). Plus a web tool for configuring whitelists/blacklists/other settings. Jeff -- j if e-mail to the posting address | Stand back, world, I am standoffish f bounces, look left and below. | Gonna make my wish on a satellite dish | --Todd Snider |
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"bonbon" wrote in message ... On Tue, 18 Jan 2005 10:45:40 +0700, "badwilson" wrote: "bonbon" wrote in message .. . I freeze my butt off. It's been rather chilly here in Houston lately, and although I'm actually a seamstress, for the past 6 months or so, I've been installing marble flooring and just recently began working with natural slate also. It's pretty cold running that wet saw outside in 35 degree temperatures, but it's very gratifying work at the end. (Well, aside from the callouses, broken off fingernails, and rather embarrassing arm muscles.) -bonbon Arm muscles are not embarrassing. I lift weights every second day in order to get as many muscles as possible. Muscles are a "good thing"! It's a bummer though when you put on a nice blouse, go into the bathroom to fix the hair and upon bending and raising your arms, split the seams in the sleeves. Yes, that's true. They don't seem to make clothes for athletic women with muscles. It's even worse here in Thailand where all women are these rail thin waifs of under 100 lbs with no boobs. I have a hard enough time finding something that fits across the chest, then it's usually too tight around the shoulders and arms too. I wear a lot of tank tops ;-) Dennis used to moonlight as a tile layer in the winters. He tiled a bunch of new high-rise condos in downtown Vancouver. He learned how to do it so well, we tore all the carpet out of our brand new condo before even moving in and tiled the whole place. It was awesome, but hard work!. We got 40% off the price of the tiles too because he worked in the industry. That's always a nice bonus. The price of tile adds up quickly when you start figuring your square footage. Especially with some of the $5 or $6/sq. ft. marble. Then, include all the mud, marble sealer and cleaner, grout, floor tools........Yep, definitely nice to find the tile at 40% off. Yes, for sure. We didn't realize that he would get a discount through his employer but when he told him that we were going to tile our own place, he said just mention my name at the front desk at any tile store in Vancouver and you'll get 40% off. Woo hoo! We were so happy :-) I found some Cream Jade marble on sale, and bought a bunch of it. It's still all in the boxes, stacked neatly in the garage though.........by the time I get home from work, I'm too exhausted to even think about more work, even if it is for our own house. Yes, I can see that you wouldn't want to keep doing the same thing at home that you do at work all day. Especially something as tiring as tiling. I remember how exhausted I was after only 4 days of doing our condo. And your knees get so sore! -- Britta Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's covered in fur! Check out pictures of Vino at: http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album |
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