Introverts, how is your day?

[Pseudonym]

Never been in a French cab so can’t comment. Are they that much worse than any other cab driver?

 

Ooo, just learnt I can now get a Eurotunnel train to Amsterdam too.

[Carol the Dabbler]

I really shouldn't generalize, having been in a French cab only once, but that experience certainly didn't disprove any of the stereotypes.  I got in and told the driver where I wanted to go (i.e., handed him a slip of paper with the address on it).  He pulled out from the curb and nearly hit another car.  He turned toward me (directly behind him), shrugged, and laughed a carefree laugh.

 

He did, however, get me where I was going, and all in one piece.

[Pseudonym]

Interwebbing is hard work with older folk sometimes.

My mother, knowing I'm looking for hiking boots: "Sorry for sending you so many boot pictures, I just keep seeing nice ones." Me: "You've only sent one boot photo. Were there meant to be more?" My mother: "I sent you five or six!"

I didn't get them, knowing from experience the frustration that lay that way I changed the subject. A half hour later I get: "I think I sent those photos to myself." 

How she managed that when she was replying to an email from me I don't know. 

[Carol the Dabbler]

"I think I sent those photos to myself."

How she managed that when she was replying to an email from me I don't know.

I managed to do that the other night, and I think I figured out how. Now if I can just remember....

 

Oh, right -- I was wanting to include the entirety of our prior conversation in my email, and the last response had been from me. So I went to my Sent folder, presumably intending to do a Reply All and then delete my own email address -- but somehow spaced out and did a plain reply.

 

But I'm gonna guess that's not what your mother did.

[Pseudonym]

Who knows? She often manages to do things that she shouldn't have been able to do that easily, then wants me to explain what she did and I'm just mystified. But I suppose she's fairly computer savvy, I doubt my dad would even know how to turn the computer on. And that's not an exaggeration, I honestly don't think he could do it... but then he can fix a car, where as I am useless. 

[J.P.]

Maybe she answered to her answer to you. I manage to achieve that on Outlook at work. Frequently.

[Carol the Dabbler]

I think a lot of people -- with the percentage being roughly proportionate to age -- either assume that computers are beyond their capabilities or more often just don't care to bother learning a whole new field.

 

I shouldn't criticize them, because -- even though I'm a retired software engineer and am also fairly good at using a personal computer -- I really don't care to get into the more technical aspects, such as installing new software. Alex already knows how to do all that because he's had a PC at work for ages, so I just let him do it, and likewise if he wants to do something unusual on the forum, he'll ask me to handle it.

 

Nevertheless, I am amused when a friend of mine has to ask his wife to do simple things like scrolling for him. "Make it go down," he says, which reminds me of Monk handing his assistant the remote and telling her "Picture go fast."

[Arcadia]

I get frustrated with people who don't do something, or won't try something, or (gah!) "can't" do something, because "they don't know how" -- because anything I've ever needed to do, I've HAD to learn how to do it myself (or pay too much money to someone else to do it) or it won't get done. All because I don't have a significant other. I have to constantly remind myself that's my life choice, so buck up, shut up, and deal with it. But it's hard not to get snarky about it, sometimes.

 

Ow. I just discovered a magnificently painful spot on top of my head. I don't remember banging my head on anything recently .... OMG, I have amnesia! And that's how my day is....

[Pseudonym]

God, it's exhausting though, isn't it? I just want someone else to just take the reins sometimes. 

 

You didn't bang your head, the aliens got you when you were sleeping and laid an egg in your scalp. 

[Fantasy Lover]

Today I heard something worrisome: one of my colleagues might get fired. She's the third one who leaves us, the first one is my worthless colleague I mentioned here awhile ago, the second one is just temporarily hospitalised because of a depression and now we have a third!

If the circumstances might have been different I'd be glad if she'd left us, she was as bad as my useless colleague. But we're moving our office now, and we need all the help we can get, so the timing of the absence of my colleagues is rather unfortunate.

[J.P.]

We have a re-do of the personnel structure at work, and we get a new department boss. Who is told to be an idiot loving playing power-plays… 

Pppp-eople!

[Arcadia]

On ‎2‎/‎11‎/‎2018 at 7:37 AM, Pseudonym said:

God, it's exhausting though, isn't it? I just want someone else to just take the reins sometimes. 

 

You didn't bang your head, the aliens got you when you were sleeping and laid an egg in your scalp. 

Oh, is that what that dream was about? Now it all makes sense........

[Pseudonym]

It wasn't a dream. 

[Arcadia]

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[Pseudonym]

The larvae has obviously hatched and burrowed into your brain. So sad. 

[Arcadia]

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[J.P.]

Geez, now she writes in her brain's source code!

Better send help.

[Arcadia]

meep

[Pseudonym]

There is no helping her now. 

[Arcadia]

[Pseudonym]

God, when fish die they go downhill FAST. I don't know if it's because of other fish nibbling,  or just because it's in water, but eurgh. 

[Pseudonym]

I keep dreaming I'm John. Almost every night recently I've become John Watson, but I usually can't remember much of the details. Last night though I got kidnapped and the criminal amputated my leg. It was all about how I couldn't help Sherlock anymore and instead I had to try to live a normal life where I was getting increasingly depressed.

[Carol the Dabbler]

Might the amputated leg represent Mary -- analogous to the usual "ball and chain" symbolism?

[Pseudonym]

Ha, good idea, but nah I think it's because I fell asleep whilst reading a fic where he's just been kidnapped and tortured. When 'I' (as John) woke up in the hospital I wasn't really with it, didn't know what had happened, and Sherlock was sitting on the side of the bed to block my view. It was a hell of a shock when I found out. Funny how your own brain can surprise you and keep things secret. 

[T.o.b.y]

What a horrible dream! 

Nobody got much sleep at our place last night and this morning, we decided we wanted to treat ourselves to fresh rolls. Because I wanted fresh air, I volunteered to go to the bakery and because I was only half awake, I decided to do something I never do in general: just put a coat over the clothes I wore to bed, slip on a pair of sneakers, bunch my unbrushed hair together with a scrunchie and leave the house like that, hugging the travel mug that held the second half of my morning coffee. 

I felt great until I reached the bakery and remembered why I usually do not go out like this: we live in a small town in northern Germany and nobody else does. Eight o'clock on a Saturday morning and not only was the place jam packed, but everybody except for me was clean, dressed and coiffed. The men had all shaved. The woman standing in line in front of me had a full face of makeup on - did she go to some salon or something before buying her bread? 

I briefly considered speaking really bad German with a heavy American accent when it was my turn and pretending to be a tourist, but we go to that bakery every other day...