Work lately feels like one step forward, twelve steps back. It's time for a change.
Work lately feels like one step forward, twelve steps back. It's time for a change.
The other senior on the team is retiring no later than June 2015. I'm picking up all the company and regulatory process stuff he was unbelievably good at and I am unbelievably sucky at but that's not the bad part. This is the guy that hired me 22 years ago, after the interview he said perfectly matter-of-factly "Well, we've had worse candidates." The kind of person whose ability to concentrate and remember things is just off the scale, whose sense of what is the correct action when it is a matter of judgement is always dead on and whose standards are nearly impossible to live up to which makes you much better than you really are. Of all the many people that have come and gone, this one's going to be the one that we all notice for a long long time.
I'd like to know what specifically it is about an immunodefficiency that will spare me some energy one day and completely wipe me out the next. How can you wake up with 25% of the energy you had when you went to sleep?
modern day carpetbaggers.
After nine years of cashing our on time rent checks, patience with leaky walls and roofs during the first few years, and ignoring our request to sit down and discuss new lease terms as our lease is ending soon, our landlord (which touts "repurposing historic structures to modern uses, Scientific Properties has done its utmost to allow the growing creative class to stay in downtown Durham in attractive, affordable spaces.) just emails me to say "we've sold the building."
this being the same building they said could not be sold when two of the other four tenants here approached them about purchasing opportunities.
The new owner talks of outside investors and the potential for this area to be "hot." (area currently has abandoned warehouse up the street, a parking lot across the street, a mechanic next door, a farmers' market up the block)
This is what happens when the New York Times runs lovefest articles about your city and your city gets on the "best place to live" "best place to blah blah blah lists".
Maybe our space which currently is my design and letterpress printing shop, a documentary filmmaker, a photography studio, and a foyer gallery featuring local and regional guest artists can become something cool like a Moe's Diner or biotech lab or some millenial programmer types designing time wasting apps for our dumbphones and hoping to sell out to Google before they turn 35.
"Scientific Properties is committed to nurturing independent entrepreneurs who can execute fresh ideas because it believes that these types of tenants enhance the built environment and the communities in which we live." from their website.
onto a grungier part of town and yes I'm aware this is an age old story.
"Beauty is the visible expression of man's pleasure in labor."—Frederic Goudy
Dave Wofford . | . H O R S E . & . B U G G Y . P R E S S
graphic design, letterpress printing, fine press books and more . . . for the jet age and beyond.
Washer stops working. Water in the tub, lights all on, but it just sits there waiting with its door locked. Okay, I can figure this out. Unplug. Plug back in. Door is still locked because the magnetic lock is still engaged. Let's drain it first. Unplug, open bottom, open drain, water out (along with 50 cents, two hearing aid batteries, and a little eyewash ampule) close the drain, close the bottom, plug back in. Unlocks. Pull out clothes, wring them out and throw them in the dryer. Get the machine to cancel the cycle and start over. Machine comes on, door locks and cycle begins - no water. Cancel cycle. Turn off taps. Remove hoses. Turn on taps, water flows. Okay, so water isn't getting in. Remove top of washer. Find where water enters and see a valve box with two solenoids in the back. Stick my fingers in the openings. Closed. Turn on cycle. Closed. Cancel cycle. Attach hoses, turn on taps, turn on cycle, listen for solenoid click whir anything. Nothing.
Call company, file service request, make appointment for Friday last week. On Thursday service calls and says sorry we only come out there on Tuesday and Thursday, so we can come on Friday. Evidently their appointment service and service service are not connected by computer. Huh. Monday repair guy calls to confirm appointment. I ask if he knows the model. Yes. Do they stock parts. Yes. Because it is likely that at least part of the problem is the intake valve/solenoids for the water, so he might bring one with him. Yeah okay.
Guy shows up, takes washer apart, says looks like at least part of the problem is the intake valve for the water, so he is going to order that and see if it fixes the problem. It will be a week or two before the part arrives. I thought you guys stocked parts. We do, but not that part. What parts do you stock. Like rubber gaskets and stuff. But the valves are all different for these things. And the gaskets are the same. No the gaskets are different too.
Etc.
When we moved back from Eastern Europe, friends said you must be happy now you can get things when you need them and everything is a lot easier. No everything is exactly the same.
Client requested an urgent change to their interface. I scoped it out and submitted it for pricing, per the requirements last week. Now it has been sitting on a coworker's desk for a week, waiting for them to price it. After nudging them for an update, they say they don't have the requirements needed to price it. WTF! Don't tell me the requirements were met, then sit on it for a week and now tell me the requirements are not met!
Don't just blame the government for our broken healthcare system with rapidly increasing costs. Blame the poorly run private businesses that are making it so expensive to be in the business of healthcare, while still capitalizing on the broken system.
Sitting at the DMV. I'd rather be tortured...oh wait I am.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
- John Muir
The name is Guy Fazzio
I'm 40.
[QUOTE=Shinomaster;605822]I'm 40..
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....that's no grump, shit your still in puberty...,
ronnie 7 decades +1 with a grump smile
I'm 50
got a letter from my home owners insurance stating that my perfectly water tight roof must be replaced for them to continue covering me,first estimate very near $40,000.
walk into the bathroom and notice termite droppings on the counter and the floor in the kitchen is coming up,meanwhile my two biggest jobs for the month cancel.
F'me
Time for a ride
-Eric
Eric S. Zimmerman
Zimmerman Bicycle works
and Cinematography
zimmermancamera@gmail
check out the work here
www.ericzimmerman.me
People younger than me.
I’ve never in my life gotten along with anyone younger than me. People my age are hit or miss; older people is where it’s at. They have less to hide and less to prove. There’s a saying about younger people being full of life and energy. In my experience they are full of shit. I’d rather drink Bud tall boys in a bar full of crusty old guys than sip organic Belgian style farmhouse ale with a pack of twittering millennials any day. And I hate Bud. And I'm only 37.
I know, what a horrible, mean-spirited over-generalization. Isn’t that what this thread is for?
Feral kitten stuck in crawlspace just became feral kitten lost in house.
There are two lazy bastards whose help I could really use right now. And this one is probably family of the fugitive.
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Zuzu’s pedals
people:
hell, i like the ones younger, frown on ole rascals over 70..
love young riders, ladies, memories --- even have a younger wife..
like old wine, bourbon, ferraris & styles --- neil young & sinatra too..
ronnie 70+1, looking in the mirror..
Sorry. No critique implied, I just couldn't resist. He can't even take a deep breath without someone accusing him of stealing air. Like the guy plenty and now feel sorry for all the bad things I said about his predecessor. Looks ugly and beneath our better natures when viewed from the other side.
Push ups begun, one, two, three....
When I read Matt's grump, I was going to make a HOPE poster w/ Matt's photo. His wording sounded "presidential" or at least candidate worthy. Maybe he should run for Miami office against PitBull.
What can I grump about that is petty.
Reggeton music. I hear the its shitty repetitive beat through people's shitty car windows.
Nissan drivers (at least here in So Fla). Easily the least courteous people on the road and most likely to listen to said repetitive music.
Squirrels and birds shitting on my car. I need to clear up that space in the garage.
Worms in my pool. These little round caterpillar like worms find their way into my pool daily and if I don't scoop out with care, there are hundreds of dead worm pieces scattered in the water.
Auk's words to live by:
Blow up and pin a picture of M. Bartoli on your wall. When you achieve that position, stop. Until then, stretch, ride, stretch, ride, eat less, and ride more.
P.S. My beloved cat Leo White Paws just unexpectedly died (his brother died last summer); our home feels so empty now. I seriously need something good to happen.
realizing that the great new oil burning furnace that was installed two years ago by the previous home owner was installed so well that switching to natural gas is a huge up front cost that'll take 10 years to pay off. i'll be in this house for 20+ but the idea of that up front cost right now really chaps my ass
When I got back from my ride at 6:45 this morning, two deer were eating my front yard.
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