IBM PS/2. Got it for free along with an original HP Deskjet printer. It originally ran MS-DOS until a family friend gave us an old floppy set of Windows 3.1.
The PS/2 was ancient by that point but it probably helped convince my parents that a PC was a worthwhile investment. Creating documents in Word was a lot easier than using a typewriter.
Nah. They resent us because we don't have ~~high quality, affordable healthcare~~ sOcIaLiSm.
One of the best bosses I ever had was an electronics engineer (I'm software). There are a lot of shared concepts between engineering disciplines. I enjoyed working with hardware engineers and getting to see how they approach problems.
Stelantis? I thought that was a lost city under the ocean.
We need more Golden Girls memes.
🎶Team Rocket Theme Intensifies🎶
"To protect the wold from deva- ...uh... James, what the hell is that?"
"I don't know."
"Meeeeowwth! That's right... Hey, wait a minute. That's not Pikachu! Did you two numbskulls get the wrong coordinates again!?
Oh, wait. I think I see where this is going. This seems like a situation for James to handle. He's ...um... into this sort of thing."
About a decade ago, I became the fortunate recipient of some very unfortunate information. A C-level exec at another office mistakenly printed a document to the printer outside my office door.
It was a spreadsheet related to the yet unannounced acquisition of the company detailing who was going to stay and who was getting canned.
I got a couple things from that unfortunate Easter egg. First, inside information which allowed me to get the hell out of there well before the shit hit the fan.
Second, a sobering reminder that no matter what any organization says about their culture or their employees, at the end of the day, you are nothing but a name on spreadsheet. Whether your name has green highlights or red is entirely subjective. It may even be up to someone who doesn't even know who you are. If the company stands to make a potential profit from firing you, they will. Feel free to treat them the same way.
I actually enjoy a good cigar every once in a great while. I do not like smelling like smoke so I either go outside or to the "smoke shack" in my basement which has a fan that sucks all the smoke outside.
Ah yes. The Maple Doctrine.
I did the the same thing two weeks ago. Still haven't washed it.
Duck Duck Go uses Bing so that tracks.
Went out for an early morning hike. We have lots of waterways near our house so sights like this are common. Watching this crane hunt for bait fish with the steam rising around it was kind of surreal.
This sign hangs on my basement shop door. I didn't know Don personally. I think he was the first husband of the lady we bought our house from before he passed away. I've never seriously considered removing it. I don't know why exactly. I guess it feels sort of symbolic.
My shop was once his shop. Even though he's long gone, there's still at least one piece of evidence that he was here. One day it will be someone elses shop. Even though I'll be gone, there will still be evidence of my work. The labor of past generations that went into making a house "home."
Who would have thought woodworking could be so philosophical.
cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/36412234
I've had a little 12 ft (3.28m) aluminum boat with a 6 HP Johnson outboard for years. The motor is big enough to get from point A -> B but not big enough to push the boat up on plane if I'm the only one in it.
I try to put as much weight at the bow as I can but it's usually still not enough. Yesterday, I was going fishing for a bit and I thought, "I wonder what would happen if I put this cinder block up front?"
It worked great. I don't know why I didn't try it years ago.
Even when I worked in an office, I would send ALL my important correspondence via email. An email provides CYA evidence. Talking to someone in person does not.
Edit: if it's really that important and your still not getting answers, YOUR supervisor should be the one pitching a fit at the party's concerned. Making sure you can do your job is their job.