So I'm in a hotel where my cousin will be marrying this afternoon. It is tipping it down outside so a walk round Winchester is off. I have been sitting in the lounge waiting for my room to be serviced, only to come back and find that it hasn't been - staff shortage. Not really fair to blame anyone, but I go to a four star establishment so I have a couple of days off from making my bed, taking out the rubbish etc. And not having to trek a hundred yards to the reception to collect milk and bath gel. And doing my own washing up.
I don't like feeling inappropriate asking for the biscuits as well, them not having been mentioned in the note under the door.
They lost my request for the Guardian as well - but made a special trip to get it. Bonus points.
TICTH the apparent need event organisers now seem to have to fill every public space with excessively loud music.
Just back from a firework display made uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing for more than one member of our party by this. Before now I've sat in the grubby under-stair space in a shopping mall to eat food bought in "food court" made unbearable by loud piped music. I'd even fucked the order up because I'd given up trying to shout it and hear the guy at the stall over the din with panic rising. I can't support my friends at Pride each year because of the constant thud of the music. Swimming pools, gyms, skating rinks, you name it, the space is filled by music at an all-consuming volume at which I'd not want to listen to my own music at home, let alone someone else's choice in a place I didn't even go to to listen to music.
When did this start to be a thing? We're meant to be getting more neuro-diversity inclusive in society but the opposite is happening.
If anyone reading this is one of the people making the decisions to play loud music at these sorts of places and events, stop, please, in the name of all that is holy. You're being more ableist than you can possibly imagine, unless you don't care, in which case you're a turd. Keep it for the night clubs where people go specifically for it.
This has been a thing in my country for my whole life, God help me. I have very sensitive ears and as a result can't go out to eat at most places, as it is fucking painful. I'm contemplating packing a set of ear plugs to go with me everywhere now.
I fear it's too late. Given the fact that our juniors all seem to have grown up with music set to max, and have probably all damaged their hearing permanently! (Along with quite a few of our peers and seniors)
I fear it's too late. Given the fact that our juniors all seem to have grown up with music set to max, and have probably all damaged their hearing permanently! (Along with quite a few of our peers and seniors)
Not my kids. They have even more trouble with it than I do.
Mine as well, but he seems to be distinctly out of step with his peers. (I hope I'm wrong, I would love to have a future where I can actually talk with my tablemates.)
We eat at a pub in Hereford **where they play background music, but it can range from classic rock to (on Saturday) Taberner’s Song for Athene, all played at an unobtrusive level. I can cope with background music like that.
* opposite the haberdashery shop in Capuchin Lane, near the very good cheesemongers!
Today I condemn to hell in a very unchristian manner the [expletive deleted] medic who stopped my colleague's depression medication "to see what would happen" resulting (probably) in me spending today coping with said colleague being suicidal. Yes I know they have to try to wean people off drugs sometimes, yes I know people shouldn't be left on antidepressants without review, and yes I realise that correlation is not causation and the suicidal state may have been caused by something else but if that medic were here right now I would have a few things to say to him/her. GAH!
I thought the idea is to reduce the dose slowly over time, not just stop. I would think if one was going to just stop someone's meds they should be in a place where they could be closely watched. I am so glad you were on hand HelenEva, and hope you get a chance to say those things to the powers that be.
Or perhaps they need to "reinstall FTB", i.e. set the little fluffy teddy bear* back on top of the hard drive where he lives (also from Discworld).
* All civilised computers have a little teddy sitting on top of their hard drives.
Most unwise. He'd have to be very small to fit in the case and would keep on falling off and probably land on the CPU fan causing thermal failure in seconds.
I'd like to consign all house owners, managements of apartment blocks and local /Council to the hell here who do not keep their hedges trimmed back so that the amount to which they protrude over the pavement halves its width.
Okay, I can no longer walk so often and certainly not so easily as I used to, but uncut hedges don't help!
Unless it's a desktop and lies flat with the monitor on top of it. It's The Computer. All the other bits - keyboards, monitors, mice, are peripherals for humans to interact with it.
TICTH idiots who decide to walk to the pub in a straggling group, all dressed in dark clothing, walking on the wrong side of the lane, only lit by the numpty at the front's 'phone. 😡😱
Susan Doris I know what you mean about vegetation making waking difficult. The house at the corner of my street had a tree with a branch sticking out at ear level for me, with a grated drain close by. The people always seemed friendly when I walked by so I asked if they could trim the relevant branch back, explaining about my expensive new hearing aids and my worry one might be knocked off and disappear. It was done that evening. I really appreciate the people in my street.
Fuck this. I'm coming in for everybody's random anger and stress this week Do I have a damned T-shirt on that reads
"Give me thy angst, thine ire,
Thy hissy fits and furies yearning to break free,
The wretched refuse of thy teeming brain;
Send these, all flaming, to fall on my head:
I ask thee nothing but to be thy drain!"
My email. The IMAP server is down and has been since yesterday morning. The provider is working frantically to get it up and running, and has suggested using an email client. Which I was. This morning, Thunderbird allowed me in for about an hour, then seized up again. On the phone they suggested Outlook. I hadn't realised this could access other emails so tried it. Got in. New emails appeared. I sent a couple - or I think I did, but they didn't appear in the folder. And then, as I was rejoicing, that seized up, no synching possible. Looks very odd.
And I can't use my gmail, as it won't recognise the password and sent a validation message to my normal account!
That has turned out to be a major outage across much of the country, and customers are fuming. I can now get it via Thunderbird but can't access its native webmail.
Meanwhile, I have had a night with my room drenched with an utterly vile artificial scent, sickly sweet and by someone presumably intended to be delightful. Investigation this morning revealed that it was not from anyone else's bedroom - no-one else had a window open. But below, by my neighbour's back door, I could see the snakey shape of a tumble drier vent.
I assume this is the first time she has used this particular additive, and I hope that she realises it does not make her washing smell as if it has been dried outside, and decides to not use it when it has run out.. I do not want to have to have my window shut at night. But it's a tricky situation. People's choice of scent is personal, and I can't claim an allergy, just a total loathing of the smell.
There are ads pushing an additive to washing with people revelling in the scent. I shall have to investigate the bottles for the source.
If it's the product I'm thinking of (begins with a "u"?) I cannot imagine why anyone would want their washing to smell like that. It's a nasty chemically smell which catches the back of the throat. If I found myself standing in e.g. a queue next to someone who had washed their clothes in that stuff, I'd have to walk away.
Even if you're not actually allergic to it, you could always (truthfully) claim that the scent makes you feel ill.
The lady who sat next to me in the choir in Belfast turned up one evening wearing a scent that actually gave me a headache. It wasn't a particularly unpleasant smell - it just made my head hurt. The proof that it was the scent that had caused the headache came when the headache disappeared as soon as I was out of its range.
The following Sunday I asked the lady if she wouldn't mind not wearing it again, and she was really nice about it - she said she'd bought it on a whim and didn't really like it, but was just using it up.
I had a colleague who wore Georgio. I could tell when she had been in the staff room for about thirty minutes after she had gone. I couldn't be in her company. which must have made me seem incredibly rude.
But the difference between that and this is noticeable. Giorgio, though whatever the perfume equivalent of loud is, is clearly of quality ingredients. I meant to go along the shelves in Waitrose for a sniff test.
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I don't like feeling inappropriate asking for the biscuits as well, them not having been mentioned in the note under the door.
They lost my request for the Guardian as well - but made a special trip to get it. Bonus points.
I wouldn’t mind, but these blessed folk are all pulling either a stipend or a salary from a certain main denomination in the uk!
Just back from a firework display made uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing for more than one member of our party by this. Before now I've sat in the grubby under-stair space in a shopping mall to eat food bought in "food court" made unbearable by loud piped music. I'd even fucked the order up because I'd given up trying to shout it and hear the guy at the stall over the din with panic rising. I can't support my friends at Pride each year because of the constant thud of the music. Swimming pools, gyms, skating rinks, you name it, the space is filled by music at an all-consuming volume at which I'd not want to listen to my own music at home, let alone someone else's choice in a place I didn't even go to to listen to music.
When did this start to be a thing? We're meant to be getting more neuro-diversity inclusive in society but the opposite is happening.
If anyone reading this is one of the people making the decisions to play loud music at these sorts of places and events, stop, please, in the name of all that is holy. You're being more ableist than you can possibly imagine, unless you don't care, in which case you're a turd. Keep it for the night clubs where people go specifically for it.
Not my kids. They have even more trouble with it than I do.
* opposite the haberdashery shop in Capuchin Lane, near the very good cheesemongers!
Having known both John Tavener and Athene Hariades, that is a piece that has me on the edge of tears, so, for me, not suitable for background muzak
No - it simply won't connect, even after several minutes. No Error 404 message or anything like that, just nothing.
Hopefully it's a temporary glitch, and will soon begone...meanwhile, everything else is working OK, so it's something to do with email only, I think.
I think they're having a few bad days. Maybe the ants* are revolting?
(*as in the Discworld computer)
Huh.
Or perhaps they need to "reinstall FTB", i.e. set the little fluffy teddy bear* back on top of the hard drive where he lives (also from Discworld).
* All civilised computers have a little teddy sitting on top of their hard drives.
Most unwise. He'd have to be very small to fit in the case and would keep on falling off and probably land on the CPU fan causing thermal failure in seconds.
Okay, I can no longer walk so often and certainly not so easily as I used to, but uncut hedges don't help!
The word I was looking for may have been "stack", or possibly "business end".
If you mean the bit that everything else plugs into, it's called a "computer".
An FTB would have a bit of trouble sitting on my laptop - I'd have to put some Velcro or Blu-Tak on his b*m.
Grrrrr!
Unless it's a desktop and lies flat with the monitor on top of it. It's The Computer. All the other bits - keyboards, monitors, mice, are peripherals for humans to interact with it.
That is a chip on the motherboard, about an inch and a half square.
"Give me thy angst, thine ire,
Thy hissy fits and furies yearning to break free,
The wretched refuse of thy teeming brain;
Send these, all flaming, to fall on my head:
I ask thee nothing but to be thy drain!"
Is it a chip off the old block?
And I can't use my gmail, as it won't recognise the password and sent a validation message to my normal account!
Meanwhile, I have had a night with my room drenched with an utterly vile artificial scent, sickly sweet and by someone presumably intended to be delightful. Investigation this morning revealed that it was not from anyone else's bedroom - no-one else had a window open. But below, by my neighbour's back door, I could see the snakey shape of a tumble drier vent.
I assume this is the first time she has used this particular additive, and I hope that she realises it does not make her washing smell as if it has been dried outside, and decides to not use it when it has run out.. I do not want to have to have my window shut at night. But it's a tricky situation. People's choice of scent is personal, and I can't claim an allergy, just a total loathing of the smell.
There are ads pushing an additive to washing with people revelling in the scent. I shall have to investigate the bottles for the source.
The lady who sat next to me in the choir in Belfast turned up one evening wearing a scent that actually gave me a headache. It wasn't a particularly unpleasant smell - it just made my head hurt. The proof that it was the scent that had caused the headache came when the headache disappeared as soon as I was out of its range.
The following Sunday I asked the lady if she wouldn't mind not wearing it again, and she was really nice about it - she said she'd bought it on a whim and didn't really like it, but was just using it up.
But the difference between that and this is noticeable. Giorgio, though whatever the perfume equivalent of loud is, is clearly of quality ingredients. I meant to go along the shelves in Waitrose for a sniff test.