Advertency, we have it not.

[rolanni]

So, I stopped at the grocery store on the way home and picked up a few things, a good bit of it cold, a few frozen items. When I got to the checkout line, I placed two bags -- one an insulated cold bag and one a thin, made-with-recycled-soda-bottles or something bag on the counter ahead of my order. The bagger picked up both bags, considered them earnestly, then proceeded to pack all the cold stuff in to the non-insulated bag.

Into the insulated bag went the bread.

*sigh*

However! I now have nineteen days off from the day-job in a row, which I'm treating for book-writing purposes as I Don't Have To Go Back EVER. It's not that the perfessers are a bad bunch, but they are a bunch and they do din in the head long after the day is done. Which speaks more to how I process people than anything particularly awful in daily interactions, but still... I can hear myself think.

How. . .pleasant.

Comments

[brock-tn.livejournal.com]

Yes. I keep telling my co-workers that any sufficiently complex electronic device develops the ability to sense uncertainty or fear in its operator, and will seek to take advantage.

None of them believe me.

On the other hand, I know a Buddhist who burns a joss stick in front of his monitor every morning and never has a problem. Go figure.

[keristor.livejournal.com]

Chickens. Sacrifice a chicken to the hardware and it will work. Well, as long as it's a SCSI drive, other hardware can be fussy about which sacrifices they want (one device insists that it has to be human blood, and takes it from me whenever I approach it).

Other time it can be enough just to threaten the device: "I have a screwdriver and soldering iron and I'm not afraid to use them!" In fact my sister's system is so terrified of me that she only has to threaten to call me to get its cooperation. Some hardware is easily intimidated...

(I'm an animist, I believe that everything responds to being talked to. I also thank things when they do something for me, so I say thank you to ticket machines and photocopiers when they give me the appropriate bits of paper, and to the car after a journey. This gets me some strange looks from some cow-orkers and other people who don't know me...)