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Marc Clifton wrote: If there's a moral to that story, you'll have to figure it out. Um, clip your fingernails in the house?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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I was going to make a comment about GF/bathroom/shooting as in Pistorius but it wasn't particularly amusing.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity
RAH
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Mycroft Holmes wrote: I was going to make a comment about GF/bathroom/shooting as in Pistorius but it wasn't particularly amusing.
Well, at least that lady had the common sense to not make threatening sounds (like nail clippers "could" according to TSA etc.) inside the bathroom but outside
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kmoorevs wrote: I'm going to try using alternate words like we do here Like talking of a "distant inland waterway"?
A far canal?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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I've learnt just to ignore it. And when they complain about not responding just say I was doing something where I couldnt hear the phone, like mowing the lawn, And yes, it does take all bloody weekend to mow them
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I don't like to be disturbed and I don't like to lie to someone.
Conclusion: I don't own a phone by choice.
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My answer to anyone who complains about not my not answering is "It's my phone, and I'll not answer it if I don't want to."
The question is - who is the master? You, or the phone?
If you have an important point to make, don't try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time - a tremendous whack.
--Winston Churchill
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Or perhaps the phone company; which charges you for the privilege of being annoyed by a phone.
"There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics."
- Benjamin Disraeli
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Usually the person on the other end of the phone is the master in a sense...be it a boss that you depend on for a salary, a client you depend on for a check, or a significant other you depend on for ... well, you fill the blank here.
Hence the problem.
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I'm like you. I have a phone but I have never told anyone that I've got it. Hence, no phone calls. If they do happen to find out, I can never remember the phone number when they ask; which is true!
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I have the perfect 'sorry I can't help' solution. Find a nearby pool, lake sea or ocean and go swimming; for hours.
Yesterday I had a very pleasant 1 hour swim across a bay in crystal clear water with not a sound but the occasional laughter from the beach. I also figured out why a module I'm working on keeps deading.
veni bibi saltavi
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Nagy Vilmos wrote: occasional laughter from the beach.
Dang! People are so mean sometimes!
Nagy Vilmos wrote: also figured out why a module I'm working on keeps deading
'cause often just stepping away from the problem helps to solve it!
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
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At work (and occasionally anywhere else) my phone is on quiet... I check calls ans messages when it suits me...
I do not care if someone thinks it is not polite... I do not want to be polite, I want to do my job (or other important things, here and now)...
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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Kornfeld Eliyahu Peter wrote: or other important things
q.v. Faffing about in The Lounge
veni bibi saltavi
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On the top of the list!
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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You don't have to explain anything. I personally would simply block people who tend to bug me. By your description, the people bug you.
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Perhaps there is an opportunity here... Your cell provider allows you to provide a block of numbers from which any caller wishing to call you during specified period of time are required to pay a absorbent fee (cell provider gets a cut and you get the bulk of which) to allow the call to go though.
NOW...every time the phone goes off during your down time it is a joy to you because you realize that for the $500 you just stiffed them for can still blow them off and go about your things if you choose. And besides more than likely the ones that are calling don't have the authority to spend the cash anyhow so they'll never get authorization in the first place.
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You may be onto something!
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
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OMG this resonates SOOO Much.
And it's funny. My wife NEVER answers when I call her and acts as though the phone is an OUTBOUND tool for her, but quite the nice little tracking device for me.
If I fail to answer, it's 20 questions.
If she fails to answer, it's "I left it in the car", "I forgot to bring it". When I argue, she adds "You need yours for business"... As if that means I should not turn it off so SHE can call, and if I do, then hold on... Where were you?
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Yeah, I also deal with double standards of that sort! What really bites is when the urgent matter winds up being nothing more than commiseration! (she really is usually cheerful, but when things go wrong, I must hear about it!)
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
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I know that feel bro. In this age of modern communication technology, I hate it immensely when people phone call me, because most of time, I am in a middle of serious thinking, staring my codes. They should just email me or send me message. I know they probably need something urgent, but disrupting my thought process is a serious crime too. That's why I have my phone whenever I code. Urgent matters can go piss themselves.
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There is no need to tailgate me when I'm doing 50 in a 30.
And those flashing lights on top of your car look ridiculous.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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I have a game I like to play when not in a hurry...go exactly the speed limit.
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
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You must be a true highwayman.
The language is JavaScript. that of Mordor, which I will not utter here
This is Javascript. If you put big wheels and a racing stripe on a golf cart, it's still a f***ing golf cart.
"I don't know, extraterrestrial?"
"You mean like from space?"
"No, from Canada."
If software development were a circus, we would all be the clowns.
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Just got out of one myself. I was barely doing 65 in 55. Luckily, he took pity on me because I had other points already. Time for a driving class.
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