Mundane Moments

Yeah fuck being a removal guy. Awful job.

I used to be a furniture deliverer. I broke some bits of(f) my spine doing it.

I have filled this room up with very smelly farts.

Lovely. No wonder you broke your back!

Chicago: Airing it out.

Today is the most likely day in the USA to be shot.

I love how the Americans celebrate their independence from Britain by killing each other.

Makes total sense to me.

On average you are looking at 9 to 13 mass shootings today across the country. A mass shooting is only classified that if more than 4 people are shot at a time.

Chicago: Fighting the good fight.

Today (and yesterday) I have been mostly talking to people about the heady, nay, dizzying world of semiconductor power device development and engaging young minds with interactive engineering based problem solving puzzle games, sitting inside an actual Dalek, and driving it round a Catherdral.

I'm not to lie. I've had worse days at work. Or even Saturdays in general terms.

I saw this, I couldn't decide if you:

a) looked an utter tithead
b) were pioneering some new transport for the morbidly obese
c) looked like a hero

Currently sat on Eurostar to London and a bit tired as I didn’t get much sleep on the overnight train before. It’s perfectly quiet other than the noise of the moving train.
Someone has their phone/tablet/whatever making a quiet but periodic “ding” just on the edge of my hearing.
You could not devise a more personal torture for me. Trapped in an enclosed space with a quiet, periodic noise that’s hard/impossible to localize or stop. It’s not even at a set time, just random, which somehow makes it worse. Could be 20 seconds, could be a minute. Hell.
I once worked in the cubicle next to someone who, every 30-45 seconds without fail, cleared their throat and sniffed twice. I nicknamed them “throaty mcsniff-sniff”. This is almost as bad.
Have resorted to quietly saying “ding” every time I hear it, in a vain attempt to get them to notice.

All of the above.

Edit: ingo's bit, I mean.

I translated that as Ingo is a bit mean....

Although I would say otherwise because if I didn't he won't send me the Croatian shirt he promised me 6 years ago...

ANYWAY, GIANT NEWS! THE SAGA MAY SOON END. WE ARE CLEAR TO CLOSE ON THIS NEW CONSTRUCTION EVEN IF THE SELLER IS A GIANT COCAINE ABUSING DOUCHBAG WHO HAS BEEN FIGHTING US EVERY SINGLE BIT OF THE WAY!!!!!

(edit..- the fucker better have finished the punch list after last week's epic floods...)

CHICAGO: Soon to be whole.

Is a punch list a US snagging list?

The same thought had occurred to me.

Yes it is. They look funny at me when I talk about a snag list.