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I've had kind of an annoying afternoon today, firstly I went in Subway at lunch time from work as I normally do on a Tuesday, bought a 6 inch Cheese and Ham Sub, a packet of crisps (Americans call them Potato Chips) and a drink, the idiot who served me didn't tell me that the soft drink machine was out of order, all I wanted was a Diet Pepsi, so I asked for a refund on the price of the drink, he refunded the whole meal! I said "No, I still want the sandwich and the crisps", he wouldn't let me have them! I have no patience and don't suffer morons gladly, so I told the guy forget it I'll go elsewhere for lunch, I will not be going to Subway again on a Tuesday lunch time, not if I am going to be served by a man who is a complete idiot!

Also, I went to Cineworld with a view to seeing Ghost Busters again, the session we wanted was full! And to top the day off, we went to the Meadowhall Centre, I went in Curry's PC World to buy a £12,99 Printer Cartridge, and my ****ing debit card was blocked! I wouldn't mind but I know for a FACT my benefits went in today so I KNOW there's enough in the Bank to pay £13 for Printer ink! Anyway I phoned Dad to tell him about the problem and he's going to contact the Bank on my behalf tomorrow, as he has power to speak to them on my behalf about my account, because I hate speaking to Call Centres, they don't understand my strong accent, and I tend to get mad and start using bad words so they hang up on me.

WHY?! I'd had a good day at work, busy in the Shop, served loads of customers, and then as soon as I leave work I get this crap?! What the actual ****?!
 
And I thought my boots were ugly. Although one positive of those utterly disturbing boots is no cramped toes.

This is a reason why some people shouldn't have nice things.

Don't know exactly why Turanga, when I saw the cowboy sandals I actually felt nauseous, as if something was truly wrong with the universe. That the boots were supposed to be boots, and then they were not what I expected.



Well, here's one problem solved, at least. All you need is a straw cowboy hat and a drink with a little umbrella.

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I have a 30 foot flag pole in my yard that is across from my kitchen door. My OCD makes me calculate the angle of it every time I look out the door. As a part of my bid on the autism spectrum with my eidetic abilities and skills as a machinist and mechanical engineer,a small part of a goniometer(protractor to most) appears and shows the actual angle that the darned thing is out of plumb. It shows up as nearly 2.5 degrees on the scale and was verified as the same with some trig calculation. (2.4 degrees to be exact) ;)

The OCD kicked in at full force yesterday at a Dick's Sporting Goods store check out counter where I rearranged some pamphlets on their counter to align them with the displays behind them and fixed them so they were all in perfect stacks :p

I really need a life :D
 
I have a 30 foot flag pole in my yard that is across from my kitchen door. My OCD makes me calculate the angle of it every time I look out the door. As a part of my bid on the autism spectrum with my eidetic abilities and skills as a machinist and mechanical engineer,a small part of a goniometer(protractor to most) appears and shows the actual angle that the darned thing is out of plumb. It shows up as nearly 2.5 degrees on the scale and was verified as the same with some trig calculation. (2.4 degrees to be exact) ;)

The OCD kicked in at full force yesterday at a Dick's Sporting Goods store check out counter where I rearranged some pamphlets on their counter to align them with the displays behind them and fixed them so they were all in perfect stacks :p

I really need a life :D

Doesn't that just drive you crazy sometimes?
 
Jeez Nitro, you sound like me, always aligning things and straightening stuff. Even do it at other people's houses. Have no answers, but Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes did the same thing. No one ever questioned them. Can't even draw something without checking every measurement after, and making sure the paper or canvas is not skewed, have a bunch of canvases that are not true, and I can't use them.
 
My wife is OCD about making up the bed after washing the blanket and sheets. Has to be her version of perfect, but she doesn't care about the state of the bed after it has been slept in. For my part, since I work for the USPS, is it excusable for me to go "Postal"?
 
Jeez Nitro, you sound like me, always aligning things and straightening stuff. Even do it at other people's houses. Have no answers, but Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes did the same thing. No one ever questioned them. Can't even draw something without checking every measurement after, and making sure the paper or canvas is not skewed, have a bunch of canvases that are not true, and I can't use them.
My work areas are either very organized or a controlled chaos :D

If something looks out of place,it drives me nuts. I found a fabrication mistake in the superstructure at the Pittsburgh Steelers Heinz Field and how they cobbled it to make it work :rolleyes:
It's a great building that would have looked beautiful until the electricians had their way with it.
It was to electrical code, but at least they could have designed hidden runways for the wiring :D

I used to work with guys that would ask for a tap drill that was scattered with various sizes in a drawer, I always told them to check them with a micrometer,but they were never given the wrong one :p
 
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There are very specific rules as to which types or recycling are acceptable in our bin. Including the wrong types, which can't be processed by our facility, just increases hand-sorting time, ergo costs for everyone. I try my hardest to be up-to-date on household recycling rules, and letting everyone else know what has to go into the trash, instead.

Oh my frakking goodness. If I have to pull bubble wrap or shrink wrap or styrofoam or paper towelling or COMPUTER PARTS out of the recycling bin one more time, only to hear "Well, it's plastic/paper/metal!" I'll lose what precious is left of my everloving mind! :dizzy:
 
My wife is OCD about making up the bed after washing the blanket and sheets. Has to be her version of perfect, but she doesn't care about the state of the bed after it has been slept in. For my part, since I work for the USPS, is it excusable for me to go "Postal"?
I forgot to add that she expects me to help her make the bed and I always get a lecture about how to do it every time, and I still can't get it right! UUUUGGHHH!
 
I've had kind of an annoying afternoon today, firstly I went in Subway at lunch time from work as I normally do on a Tuesday, bought a 6 inch Cheese and Ham Sub, a packet of crisps (Americans call them Potato Chips) and a drink, the idiot who served me didn't tell me that the soft drink machine was out of order, all I wanted was a Diet Pepsi, so I asked for a refund on the price of the drink, he refunded the whole meal! I said "No, I still want the sandwich and the crisps", he wouldn't let me have them! I have no patience and don't suffer morons gladly, so I told the guy forget it I'll go elsewhere for lunch, I will not be going to Subway again on a Tuesday lunch time, not if I am going to be served by a man who is a complete idiot!

Also, I went to Cineworld with a view to seeing Ghost Busters again, the session we wanted was full! And to top the day off, we went to the Meadowhall Centre, I went in Curry's PC World to buy a £12,99 Printer Cartridge, and my ****ing debit card was blocked! I wouldn't mind but I know for a FACT my benefits went in today so I KNOW there's enough in the Bank to pay £13 for Printer ink! Anyway I phoned Dad to tell him about the problem and he's going to contact the Bank on my behalf tomorrow, as he has power to speak to them on my behalf about my account, because I hate speaking to Call Centres, they don't understand my strong accent, and I tend to get mad and start using bad words so they hang up on me.

WHY?! I'd had a good day at work, busy in the Shop, served loads of customers, and then as soon as I leave work I get this crap?! What the actual ****?!

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I forgot to add that she expects me to help her make the bed and I always get a lecture about how to do it every time, and I still can't get it right! UUUUGGHHH!

Spouse and I, my side is made with hospital corners, his whatever way he likes which is usually not quite tucked in:) Many women were taught as young girls how to make a bed properly by their mothers. It's kind of a silly stricture when you think about it, no one is going to come and check if the beds are made properly anymore.
 
Spouse and I, my side is made with hospital corners, his whatever way he likes which is usually not quite tucked in:) Many women were taught as young girls how to make a bed properly by their mothers. It's kind of a silly stricture when you think about it, no one is going to come and check if the beds are made properly anymore.

That is not how it was in Army basic training. After we were done getting our area squared away, a DI came through the barracks for a inspection. Everything had to be perfect. Every morning a few beds got tore up and a few trunks got dumped. Then you got to redo it while being yelled at. These days most guys never had that experience.
 
My work areas are either very organized or a controlled chaos :D

If something looks out of place,it drives me nuts. I found a fabrication mistake in the superstructure at the Pittsburgh Steelers Heinz Field and how they cobbled it to make it work :rolleyes:
It's a great building that would have looked beautiful until the electricians had their way with it.
It was to electrical code, but at least they could have designed hidden runways for the wiring :D

I used to work with guys that would ask for a tap drill that was scattered with various sizes in a drawer, I always told them to check them with a micrometer,but they were never given the wrong one :p

Your reference to electricians reminded me of a encounter I had once. We had sold a customer five new three phase battery chargers. Since they were going to be hardwired, they had to be installed by a state licensed electrician. These chargers are capable of running on 208, 240 or 480 volts. They always come from the factory wired and fused for 480 volts. This customers line voltage was 208, so they had to be set up for 208 volts. The electrician hardwired the chargers and was able to change all of the transformer taps correctly using the manual that comes with the charger. That evening the customer plugged in all of the forklift batteries and the chargers started right up. The next morning, all of the chargers had quit and the batteries were not charged. The customer was mad as hell and called us & the electrician. The electrician beat me there and was telling the customer that the chargers were faulty. I opened them up for a quick inspection and found the 20 amp fuses still in it, with at least one open fuse in every charger. I told them that was the problem and the electrician did not believe me. He said since they went down in voltage, it did not need bigger fusses. So I explained Ohm's Law to them and why it needed bigger fusses. After changing all of the fusses to 40 amp, they did not have any more trouble. I am sure that most electricians would know better, but this guy knew a lot more about state codes than electricity.
 
That is not how it was in Army basic training. After we were done getting our area squared away, a DI came through the barracks for a inspection. Everything had to be perfect. Every morning a few beds got tore up and a few trunks got dumped. Then you got to redo it while being yelled at. These days most guys never had that experience.
I sure did. At Parris Island. My wife is worse!
 
I like to think I'm superman's long lost brother.

Or even perhaps I could be a paladin roaming the countryside with armed with only a righteous cause and a fine pointed lance.

Me too! I always possess that "dazed and confused " look. I Oftentimes feel alienated and from an unknown planet.
 
Your reference to electricians reminded me of a encounter I had once. We had sold a customer five new three phase battery chargers. Since they were going to be hardwired, they had to be installed by a state licensed electrician. These chargers are capable of running on 208, 240 or 480 volts. They always come from the factory wired and fused for 480 volts. This customers line voltage was 208, so they had to be set up for 208 volts. The electrician hardwired the chargers and was able to change all of the transformer taps correctly using the manual that comes with the charger. That evening the customer plugged in all of the forklift batteries and the chargers started right up. The next morning, all of the chargers had quit and the batteries were not charged. The customer was mad as hell and called us & the electrician. The electrician beat me there and was telling the customer that the chargers were faulty. I opened them up for a quick inspection and found the 20 amp fuses still in it, with at least one open fuse in every charger. I told them that was the problem and the electrician did not believe me. He said since they went down in voltage, it did not need bigger fusses. So I explained Ohm's Law to them and why it needed bigger fusses. After changing all of the fusses to 40 amp, they did not have any more trouble. I am sure that most electricians would know better, but this guy knew a lot more about state codes than electricity.
You are kidding me right? How did he ever get his certs? :p
Yeah,some don't deserve the job that they do. I worked around electricians at one firm. Messy,sloppy and not always on the ball from what I experienced ;)
 

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