"I gather inaccurate data for a living. Fortunately, no one uses it."
Someone stole my idea! Same ship, same conversion, same name! What may have happened (and I've done this before), is that I might have chanced upon this guy's ship earlier, completely forgotten about it, then the name came back to me when I found the Dreadnought kit. Or he may have just come up with this name/ship combination on his own. This happens to me quite a bit; my grand ideas have already been done without my knowledge, so if I were to follow through on my project now, it would seem like I'm ripping him off. BASTARD. I suppose I'll have to go with "U.S.S. Valhalla" after all.
It wouldn't be the same; he only added a half-assed escort ship and sensor pallets, rather than weapons, more impulse engines and ablative generators...
FUCK. I don't think I will ever eat food again. I must've bought some undercooked chicken tenders for lunch on Tuesday, because I spent most of yesterday venting from every pore and trying not to die. That was a horrible day. I would say I slept most of the day, but it doesn't count when you have to wake up every 20 minutes to expel horrible things... by around 2 in the afternoon, I figured I would need to see a doctor, as I couldn't even keep a glass of water down. By the time I got to the doctor, I had stopped bringing things up, but I still had horrible horrible interferon trickiness, and other unpleasant things. I felt rather as though I had been kicked in the nuts from the sheer frequency of... you know... on top of everything else. The doctor gave me an antibiotic, anti-vomiting pills To use the cyanide capsules, simply break open like so, and place under the tongue!" and told me to take Imodium and if I couldn't keep anything down I'd have to go to the ER and get IV fluids. Aside from a few uncertain moments last night, I think I'm keeping all the juice down, and I've had some rice that hasn't caused any horribleness. My head hurts, my entire body is still sore and achy in ways I hadn't thought possible, and everything still feels rather wibbly. I'm already missing tonight's shift, and I'm fairly sure I'm going to need to call off tomorrow. I would like to speak to a manager about this as well, for someone in the deli/bakery/what the fuck ever has some explaining to do.
A new species of horrible customer has presented themselves. This species is frequently spotted at the Express Lanes, and upon spotting you, says the following: "You're not doing anything, can you ring me out?" and proceeds to pile their cart full of 40+ items on your tiny tiny counter. While, magically, six people with 2-5 items have appeared behind them. The woman who did it to me complained that I wasn't bagging her stuff properly, then proceeded to pile about 25 heavy cans in a single paper bag. Then she got on her cell phone in the middle, paid three different ways, and didn't even thank me. You wretched whore, if I ever see you again... me tossing your receipt on the counter was but a fraction of the rudeness you displayed to me and the long line that had built up behind you. If I see this type of person again, I'm just going to do what a friend of mine suggested: "My register stops at 12 items". Fuck them, they don't need to know what it really does, and they shouldn't be abusing the system. Earlier this week, however, I had an incident that played out a bit differently. Some snotty little blond bitch came to the line with her brother and father (I think) and starts piling shit on the counter. The father says "We can't go here, this is express! This is for 10 or less" so she replies "It's not like it's going to cut us off at 10!" He got super pissed and tossed the stuff back in the cart, saying "We are NOT going through the express with this!" And then he took the cart to another line. I couldn't help but smirk at the little bitch. And to the father: I love you, and I want to have your babies. Maybe these would turn out better that the last lot.
This is similar to the horrible people who split 30 items into 3 orders. You're still defeating the purpose, because people behind you still have to wait. And now it takes even longer because you have to get your shit together to pay three different ways. Assholes.
Ugh. I need this week's check so I can finish registering for classes, but I most likely won't be able to go in tomorrow. Fuck. And I can't register and know how much it will all cost without having to pay within 24 hours. And classes start on Monday. This is indeed a tricky situation.
It wouldn't be the same; he only added a half-assed escort ship and sensor pallets, rather than weapons, more impulse engines and ablative generators...
FUCK. I don't think I will ever eat food again. I must've bought some undercooked chicken tenders for lunch on Tuesday, because I spent most of yesterday venting from every pore and trying not to die. That was a horrible day. I would say I slept most of the day, but it doesn't count when you have to wake up every 20 minutes to expel horrible things... by around 2 in the afternoon, I figured I would need to see a doctor, as I couldn't even keep a glass of water down. By the time I got to the doctor, I had stopped bringing things up, but I still had horrible horrible interferon trickiness, and other unpleasant things. I felt rather as though I had been kicked in the nuts from the sheer frequency of... you know... on top of everything else. The doctor gave me an antibiotic, anti-vomiting pills To use the cyanide capsules, simply break open like so, and place under the tongue!" and told me to take Imodium and if I couldn't keep anything down I'd have to go to the ER and get IV fluids. Aside from a few uncertain moments last night, I think I'm keeping all the juice down, and I've had some rice that hasn't caused any horribleness. My head hurts, my entire body is still sore and achy in ways I hadn't thought possible, and everything still feels rather wibbly. I'm already missing tonight's shift, and I'm fairly sure I'm going to need to call off tomorrow. I would like to speak to a manager about this as well, for someone in the deli/bakery/what the fuck ever has some explaining to do.
A new species of horrible customer has presented themselves. This species is frequently spotted at the Express Lanes, and upon spotting you, says the following: "You're not doing anything, can you ring me out?" and proceeds to pile their cart full of 40+ items on your tiny tiny counter. While, magically, six people with 2-5 items have appeared behind them. The woman who did it to me complained that I wasn't bagging her stuff properly, then proceeded to pile about 25 heavy cans in a single paper bag. Then she got on her cell phone in the middle, paid three different ways, and didn't even thank me. You wretched whore, if I ever see you again... me tossing your receipt on the counter was but a fraction of the rudeness you displayed to me and the long line that had built up behind you. If I see this type of person again, I'm just going to do what a friend of mine suggested: "My register stops at 12 items". Fuck them, they don't need to know what it really does, and they shouldn't be abusing the system. Earlier this week, however, I had an incident that played out a bit differently. Some snotty little blond bitch came to the line with her brother and father (I think) and starts piling shit on the counter. The father says "We can't go here, this is express! This is for 10 or less" so she replies "It's not like it's going to cut us off at 10!" He got super pissed and tossed the stuff back in the cart, saying "We are NOT going through the express with this!" And then he took the cart to another line. I couldn't help but smirk at the little bitch. And to the father: I love you, and I want to have your babies. Maybe these would turn out better that the last lot.
This is similar to the horrible people who split 30 items into 3 orders. You're still defeating the purpose, because people behind you still have to wait. And now it takes even longer because you have to get your shit together to pay three different ways. Assholes.
Ugh. I need this week's check so I can finish registering for classes, but I most likely won't be able to go in tomorrow. Fuck. And I can't register and know how much it will all cost without having to pay within 24 hours. And classes start on Monday. This is indeed a tricky situation.