I worked there for 3 seasons. Still haven't seen Old Faithful.
Why did you edit this to look like the cover of some Dutch fetish porno.
When doing the limbo, if you set the bar low, then you’re setting the bar high.
Oh I can set the bar really low - mere inches off the ground even. The only part I have trouble with is walking underneath it.
That's a sticker I would like.
This man has done so many things for betterment of science, children's education towards science, climate awareness. It's a shame his legacy is going to get buried under this circus of an election. It really has to take away from the accomplishment of not only becoming the president, but the first black president, and possibly being followed up by this maniac..
Such a well-behaved dog. Give him a tweet.
TIL if you need the photos off of a PPTX or DOCX, change the extension to .zip and it will give you a folder with the original images inside.
Can't believe I didn't know about it before. Thanks to /u/b1ack1323 for the tip.
If you are sent a Pages file by a person with a Mac but you are on a PC, simply change the extension from .pages to .zip and inside you will find a PDF version.
Thanks to /u/DoritosAreQuiteNice
Quit using paperclips or I'll charge you for every damned thing.
The setting: national office supply retailer, inside the copy center
The people: me and some old bastard of a customer who used obscene amounts of paper clips (henceforth known as Paperclip Guy).
The story: While going to school for my undergrad, I picked up a job at this office supply store and eventually became a copy center associate. Not too bad of a gig, really; take customer orders, make some copies, bit of collation here, some binding there. Pretty chill. Most of the customers were pretty cool, too, with a few nuts mixed into the ice cream. But then there was Paperclip Guy. This waffle-faced douchebag always came into the store reeking of alcohol, muttering to himself about how the government fucked him over, and would set up shop in the self-serve area for hours on end, hogging two copiers as he duplicated receipts and such. But the one thing that annoyed us all was that Paperclip Guy would grab a new box of paperclips off the shelf, use them up, and not pay for the box. We would tell him repeatedly that he was either to stop using shelf stock or we'd charge him for every box he opened, but he'd always leave before we had the chance. What made things worse was we had a manager who always buckled under pressure, so as soon as Paperclip Guy started raising his voice, she'd tell us to just store-use the box and be done with it. Gah! This went on for months.
One day, Paperclip guy comes stumbling in. But something was different: he had a beat-up old attache case instead of the usual crumpled file folders. He slams the case on the counter (dust and six-legged critters flew off the damned thing), pulls out this stack of stapled packets with pages that are dog-eared, folded, and smudged, and slurs, "I need all these copied 10 times."
The revenge: Not many know this, but copy centers will have a charge for EVERYTHING, the associates just don't nitpick because it's a chore to look up every last SKU. But I don't mind, and here's where I get petty. There are over a dozen packets of stapled forms. 5 cents to remove each staple. Hmm, some pages are too crumpled or folded to properly put them through the document feeder, less I risk jamming the machine. 15 cents per hand copy. Oh, now I have to hand collate them since each page was copied separately. 10 cents per collated page. By the time I'm done entering everything at the register, his order comes up to over $50 for what could have been closer to about $10-15. He's fuming, hollering on about how I overcharged him on purpose, that I'm practically robbing him, drunken etc. etc. My store manager comes over to see what the kerfuffle is about. I explain that I charged him for exactly what needed to be done, he then reviews the price sheet with all our SKUs to confirm the total, and tells Paperclip Guy that he either has to pay or we toss all his copies in the shredder, after handing him his originals of course. Paperclip Guy was so mad I could see tears in his eyes, but he relented, handed me a wad of crumpled cash, and was stumbling back out of the store just in time for Happy Hour.
Oh, I almost forgot, I paperclipped each stack instead of stapling them. 10 cents per paperclip.
We didn't see much of Paperclip Guy after that.
Edit: misspelled a word.
Edit 2: A few of you think that the guy might have had some mental issues going on. I can't really say that he did or didn't, though there were some signs that could understandably give that impression. I just think he was more a curmudgeon who was a bit paranoid and often smelled of cheap booze. Sure as hell was coherent enough to be an asshole most of the time, no doubt about that.