On top of Hostess being somewhat mismanaged, they also had the product problem. I've never bought wonder bread and I can count on my fingers the times I've eaten Hostess cakes. One of the ladies I work with told me that Susie-Q products are a lot cheaper, taste the same and come in higher quantities so that's even more competition for Hostess. But I feel awful for all the people who lost their jobs, especially the people who were really specialized and will have trouble finding similar jobs that may/may not exist.
That feeling when you look up shipment tracking for an order you made, no details. In fact no details it's even heading towards you. Go to another site not affiliated with the company that gives more detailed tracking (somehow) and find out your package went from a location a few hours away from you halfway across the country and is supposedly heading back to you.
Boo to this Hostess thing. Yes, alot of bullcrap is in place, thousands losing their jobs while rich jackasses laugh their way to the bank (from both Hostess AND the unions involved). It sucks.
But personally I was also gonna try to find banana flavored Twinkies (just cause I need to know what they taste like) before this fiasco. And I STILL haven't found any after a month. I don't even LIKE Twinkies.
Supposedly they became a "normal" flavor again (they were actually the original flavor back in the 30's, but WWII made them switch to vanilla, which turned out to be popular so it stuck) a while ago, but no luck in Savannah. I went to way too many stores to not find those stupid things, yet.
And then suddenly THIS happens!
Anyway, I'm pretty sure another company will scoop up all of their properties. Maybe Kraft or Yum! or something. Hopefully that can get a good amount of the workers their jobs back.
We live in a world where this can actually exist. Huh.
Lord. If I became a professional mover I'd be ripped. Every piece of furniture is another unorthodox exercise. "Oh you go to the gym and use a stair-master? I carry giant cabinets up stairs".
When I was younger, I was a professional mover/truck driver.
Your hands become muscular. Indeed, my hands became bagel-inflated versions of their former selves.
It's not so much that the furniture is all that heavy-- a couch weighs, perhaps, 70 pounds, an armoire, maybe 150. But, trying to haul such things up several flights of condo stairs without busting the hell outta the stuff-- 10, 12, 14 hours a day-- time to time, you often find the full weight of the piece supported by one hand. And, you gotta haul all damn day. . .
You develop some godawful "grip strength."
Never ever pick a fight with a guy who moves furniture for a living-- if you can't take him in the first few minutes-- he'll kill you-- it's the nature of his existence.
Christ! I'm merely a pale flabby shade of the man I once was!
When I moved a bunch of my weights were packed into a crate. Figured it would take two guys to move it.
One of the movers, an older guy, unremarkable with a beer gut just picked the crate up like it was nothing.
I acted all nonchalant about it...but he shamed me.
Classes officially ended yesterday, so I stayed up all night (reading in bed, because that's the kind of exciting person I am) to celebrate my first real day off since September. I had piles of books/comics, food, and water within reach of my bed so I wouldn't have to get up in the morning and could spend the day lollygagging. Apparently this is the most effective way to get your coworker to call you at nine o'clock in the morning and ask you to take their shift.
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS OUT, THEY PULL ME BACK IN.
My day off is postponed until Monday. I continue to be jealous of all the other students with no responsibilities whatsoever outside of classes.
Last night i turned off my pc, plugged another old one iīm going to sell and after i plugged it again it didnīt want to start at all, it never passed the first screen and after a couple reboots it did... with a message from hell "failure to boot, insert disk, etc"
Holy crap, and going into the bios i discover that nope, the hard drive wasnīt appearing. I donīt even have words for how scared shitless i was all night. If i lose the HD iīm screwed out of years of files.
I had planned to back up and format this week because it was due anyways, it had been working super sluggish and there was a noise i didnīt like, but this happened out of nowhere.
I always thought the fans were dusty and noise was due to that, but last night i remembered all the little conversatons, "well, yo never know if it is the hd, better back that up" "hds donīt last long anyways, your pc is what? 3 years old? better back that up man" and now the hd wasnīt loading. My head was pounding and i was sweating cold all night.
After the technician removed all the parts and put them back up it did start, he told me it was something about one of the memories failing but at the end it did pick up and the pc booted normally so it was probably due to dust after all or lose connections, who the hell knows, iīm backing all that crap up right now! almost had a hearth attack.
I think if i finish selling off what i have left from the videogame collection and this pc i can afford a new one on the high end, thereīs some pressure this december to decide because next year the price of dollars and inflation will rise, so if you donīt expend on something you need while you can you might luck out. not that prices are not super inflated as it is. But at the same time, i canīt stand to work at the same place anymore and i need the money to pay the uni fees, ahhhh.
Oh more moving woes. My legs were burning when waking up for some reason. Then had to do one of the bigger truckloads today and now they feel like noodles and we have to do twice that amount before the days done.
I hate moving and I've learned I'm going to have a light dresser, a mid-small tv, a simple light couch or chair and maybe a light end table or so to put a computer on and such then I'm done furniture wise. I'm not collecting useless shit and most will hold functionality or be thrown out.
I've changed my avatar,you can never have the same avatar for too long!
Problem is, I tend to recognise users by their avatars more than their names.
I see what you mean..I kinda miss spongebob..
I liked your new one...
Regular members I tend to recognize more...besides I'm working on a new one for myself too.
Moving is a nightmare.
Originally Posted by JFierce
It's just about the least fun way to spend a week. "Yes, lets carry that washing machine up to the second floor of a narrow, twisty staircase, how hard can it be"? "That was fun, lets do the 7 foot high 400 pound hardwood wardrobe next"
I swore at the time I wasn't moving from that flat until we could hire minions to do the heavy lifting.
Guess what? Even if you can afford to bribe someone else to lift the heavy things, it still really sucks.
Long-ish distance moves really require you just finding what looks like a reasonable place to live in the new location, giving removal companies / landlords / estate agents all your money, then jumping onto a plane and hoping that some of your old life and furniture arrives a couple of days later.*
*When it does arrive, you will realise most of it will not fit up the staircase in your new place.
Note: I used to think that I "hated moving" when all I was really doing was shifting my stuff to another place 2-15 miles away, all my mates were there to help and I only had to provide petrol money and beer at the end of the ordeal.
That is NOT moving. That is inconveniently shifting furniture around.
Proper "moving" involves national borders, or at least one truck or aeroplane.
I do not recommend it.
I realise this is First World Problems, but man, I hate moving. Given the choice between moving house and being punched in the nads, I'm going for the nads every time.
Bag of frozen peas and a double whisky will make that go away, moving is just weeks of unavoidable horror.
Ditto. It took me a very long time to realize themagod wasn't a new member after his avatar change.
Originally Posted by Star Eater
Moving into university residence was my first "real" move. Three days of driving and five stories up. Fortunately I'm not particularly high maintenance and the residence came with basic furniture (desk, chair, bed & mattress) so all I really packed into the truck was my computer, clothes, and a bit of entertainment. In hindsight I wish I had dragged less books along, but oh well. The real challenge will be furnishing a house next year with four teenagers and no car.
The AGO called our humble gallery today looking for a painting worth quite a few million dollars. I had to awkwardly explain that I know we have it, and I know where it used to be, but I coincidentally was looking for it yesterday and it appears to have changed locations, which I'm unsure of. Cough. Expensive painting has been misplaced, no big deal.
I arrived at college with..
-Bag of clothes + toothbrush basically.
Returned home for first holidays and acquired..
-1x Electric Guitar + amp
-stupid amount of cds
-Oh hey, a microwave, I'll bring that.
-Free TV you say? sure.
-Those college beds suck, I'm bringing my own giant quilt.
-These filthy monkeys have turned this once proud communal kitchen into a cesspit of filth and despair, I shall use MY OWN pots, pans and implements.
3rd year..You're moving out of student residence into flats or whatever..
-Yeah, I could actually use that flatpack dresser..
-Do we own a sharp knife or a pizza cutter? OK, I'll take those.
-Sweet, a free N64
By 4th year you will have probably acquired a crazy amount of stuff without ever noticing, it creeps up on you.
shouldn't that be a kids movie?
and yes, yes she is.
My Hemingway studies have led me to study WWI. In researching the Belgian city of Ypres-- a pivotal area of various battles in WWI-- I went to the cities website and found. . . .
One of the scarier dang Santas ever!
He looks like an evil wizard, or a sinister hobo looking up from his makeshift fire and realising he's just spotted his next meal.
Ha thats funny, i remember in A Man in Full by Tom Wolfe, one of the main characters is a young skinny guy who works in a frozen meat warehouse throwing these big frozen turkeys around all, and how he doesnt put much muscle on but can lift twice as much as before, like hes gotten denser, and he has these skinny arms with big giant hands on the ends.
Originally Posted by Kamber Parrk
As someone else who worked a summer in a gigantic frozen meat locker, I can sympathise with both of you. My hands skinnied down to match the rest of my elongated alien frame but they still look like burnt gloves full of wallnuts.
One time i was so skint I lived for a couple of weeks off of a box of Branigans Ham and Mustard crisps and bottles of Yazoo milkshake i got fomr the warehouse shop where they sold off old stock. Before that I really liked those two things, which is a shame as I cant even smell them now without getting sick. At the same time the power in the house ran out and everyone i knew had gone home for the summer, so I had to go to sleep when it got dark like a cave man. Looking back Im amazed I didnt just go on benefits, considering what a lazy intransigent fucker i am these days. haha i remember now, because you had to buy these cards for the metre, and when i finally got one and put it in at 5am on my way to work, all the fire alarms went off and i had to climb on the roof in my pants and prise the big one off the front off the house. As morrissey says, i can laugh about it now but at the time it was terrible!
The worst one I did when I was super fucking broke was cleaning out these big industrial presses and other machinery in a big factory; theyd run the plant 24-7 most of the year and only turn it off for a couple of weeks for us suckers to go in there with hazmat suits and steam cleaners and brooms and sweep all the gunk off them. The machines never cooled down that much so it was like working in Alien 3. I didnt last long at that one, but it was awesome dollar!
Black spot i grew up in NIgeria and i can relate to a story like that except it was with a RAM!
Originally Posted by Black Spot
I go to the gym fairly regularly and I've now seen one particular woman at least three times. She looks to be in her thirties. She's always on the elliptical at either an incredibly high resistance or an incredibly slow pace (can't tell). She wears a shirt, a hoodie zipped all the way up to her neck, huge sweatpants (once she was in jeans), a baseball cap, and sunglasses. Indoors. I think she may be following some ridiculous "sweat the pounds off" weight loss plan because pretty much the only exposed skin on her body is her nose, lips, and cheeks. The sunglasses might be because she has an idea of how silly she looks.
I really don't miss the gym. They oversubscribed the membership to the point where the changing rooms were constantly full, messy and smelly with no available lockers and quite a large lady who insisted on talking to you whilst she was naked and drying her under-carriage. I gave up at one point I went into the non-members changing room which was larger, airier, cleaner and they had tons of lockers.
Ours is fairly good, probably because it's on campus. My only complaint is there's an over abundance of ellipticals in the cardio room, about 3:1 to bikes/treadmills. Can't wait until the trend for those dies down.
I've never been to a gym of this scale before, so I'm sort of fearfully eager to see how the place crowds up in January with people resolving to lose weight.
hey i made this and used it somewhere else but now i'm putting it here, i'm thinking about making my own custom emoticons or text FX the same way
Ugh, every time I get my eyes dialated I'm reminded why contacts were always out of the question.
I have hard enough trouble putting drops in my eyes once a year. Imagine putting in a sliver of plexiglass in them every morning! And then taking them out at night!
I could never do contacts either.
Why is it whenever I wash and wax my car, I have to encounter a bird with explosively violent diarrhea?
I always cringe at contacts.
Are you sure it was a bird? Better drive away from tall buildings