So the Japanese place by my work does a $10 tempura lunch. In that lunch is an amazing thing. BROCCOLI BALL. The chef takes an entire cluster of broccoli and fries it. It's the size of a grapefruit. There's sauce. BROCCOLI BALL.
I did a large UPS rebuild last week. They had requested the rebuild on a used unit being installed, so I got the info and I ordered everything and had it delivered onsite. I arrive and watch them struggle to move the last 180 lb external pack into the building. Then I pulled 160 lbs of dead...
Trying to update some computers that need manual updating but the rednecks hard reboot the computers when they see them with "Updating..." on the screen. I have to physically protect the computer from these F 150 driving Yeti cooler owning yokels to update it.
Parent company manages the email server, so not my problem. The admins are lazy and just keep adding space instead of pissing a bunch of people off. And don't call me Shirley.
The attractive saleslady I pal around with at work got some shit injected into her face and wow it looks fucking weird lol. What in the fuck was she thinking? Luckily I have an unreadable poker face and did not gawp at her.
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