I had to call into Fedex Worldwide’s help center for an issue with a shipment on my company’s account the other day, and there was so much noise in the background, the guy I was speaking with actually stopped mid sentence to tell a bunch of people behind him to be quiet, then continued on like it was a normal.

Not that it should be acceptable to happen with a retail consumer level call, but it just seemed so unprofessional for communication related to a business account.

Nah, I wouldn’t even play a video game this bad… but you’re right, there’s been a lot of “GTA Online energy” to it recently though.

You don’t need an app for that, you just shake the board a little and the metal shavings fall to the bottom. You just have to use the little magnet stick to grow it back where you want!

Agreed. Definitely the latter.

I think this is way more of a shitty personality trait of mine than anything, but for some reason, if I’ve already gotten in the headspace to do something, and I’m preparing for it or thinking about it at that moment, etc. and someone tells me to do, I either get angry, almost like a, “I’m not an idiot you don’t have to tell me,” kind of way, or it totally deflates me and I get knocked out of that headspace for some reason.

I don’t get what that is, but after having to wrestle with my own brain just to get simple tasks completed, having that additional stress just messes me up.

I owe you a ten second car…

How does a client know when to block the user from fast forwarding to prevent them from skipping over the ad? Could something like sponsorblock detect that to know where the ads are placed?

But think of all the people that would die because they didn’t forward those emails to 10 people they knew…

I had a cat growing up named Boog… named after John “Boog” Powell… the baseball player, not Nazis.

The shit winds are coming, Randy

Do they maybe fall under the same situation that the FAA/Air Traffic Control falls under… where it’s illegal to strike thanks to Reagan?

You should never throw a bong, kid. Ever.

I wish we could just go nowhere!

I was raised on the dairy… BITCH!