Nope... Miller Motorsport Park is too fucking amazing, and the chicks in Salt Lake City are too fucking entertaining.
It's the polar opposite here. At my plant you have to work the floor for four weeks before touching a forklift, and you have to do a two-day certification training before you can drive one. It makes sense since making a mistake with a 24,000 lb. vehicle is pretty costly when it happens, and fuck the context. Yeah, kids. Forklifts are deceiving. Those ugly little things way about the same amount as a Western Star big rig, so don't joke around near one.
I'm kind of disappointed. Not in the boobs, but the reveal. I was hoping it would be that she snipped the last bit and then pow!titties! Instead she lifted the edge prematurely. At that point it was like who even cares if she does the last snip.
I have some work to do that requires me to go outside and I really don't prefer to wear a bra right now. I think I need to invest in some pasties so that I can freeball it in peace. Fucking nipples.
Dude. You joke but it is annoying. It isn't socially acceptable for my ninnies to make an appearance. I do not live in a porno. I live in the south where old men joke about giving me the tip when I am trying to buy an airhead at a gas station. Maybe I need to upgrade to a full on burqa for a complete reduction in visible sexuality. Or maybe I need to invest in better, comfier bras or maybe I am just straight up abusive to the ones I have, because there is really nothing better than at the end of the day when I get to take that joker off.
Years ago I worked a Utility/Demolition gig where we had "hands on training". Which was basically the veteran operators taking the greenhorns out to the field with all the heavy equipment and just saying, "go for it". It was simpler time. Common sense is incredibly rare out here.
The head of our tool department a couple months back was in a hurry to get to his cottage for the weekend and decided to dismantle an old safety cage my lifting it to the full forklift height and dropping in onto the concrete floor. What this shitheel didn't realize is that he was slamming the forklift yolk into the roof truss, despite the fact it was cause the forlift to pop up on two wheels he refused to stop. So he did this: How it's supposed to look: Spoiler What happened after Fuckhead used it: Spoiler ....that yolk cage is made of solid steel. When the plant manager came to investigate, he threw a hissy fit saying the "mirrors for spot-checking were out of place" or some bullshit lie. He was practically stomping his feet, infuriated he could not longer sneak out of work early like he does virtually every fucking day. It makes sense he's the highest-paid guy in the tool room, considering how BIG of one he is. He doesn't know how to make a screw on a lathe yet he orders everyone around on the machines. Pure, unabashed clown shoes.
Forklift comedy. It's everywhere. Spoiler The quest for irony: Spoiler I think this dude worked for Noland: Spoiler
A woman drove up today and parked her car then stood at the back hatch, petting and loving her dog. Stroking him and whispering to him. We were all inside but good bye, especially to someone who's had to say it so many times, is painfully apparent. The vet and techs came out with a stretcher, after about fifteen minutes, and took the dog upstairs. The woman came in behind them, sobbing. He was an old golden, and one of his fatty tumors had exploded and he was leaking blood and fluid. He was old, and had had a good run, but it was still utterly heartbreaking. Then, around two hours later, one of the kennel/daycare techs came running to the front elevator, carrying a dog. It was one of my coworkers' dogs....he'd spontaneously started bleeding internally, and also had to be euthanized today. I don't like this part at all.
I've been called a cold hearted bastard when it comes to the subject of putting animals down but how the fuck could you work around that every day.
A real forklift operator recklessly ignores the recommended weight limit of the forklift and uses a family of Philippinos hanging off the back to balance everything out.
I hope it isn't daily. I know it's doing the animal a kindness - especially when they're in pain. Apparently it isn't uncommon for senior dogs to get stressed when they're boarded and die. It's not super frequent but it's a thing. Which. Awful.
The day my dog dies from natural causes or from being put down because he is old and very sick will be a sad day indeed. Like I'll probably nosedive into a deadly depressive spiral remedied only with excessive sleeping and booze. God fucking damnit, even just thinking about that shit hurts really bad.
Last year I put down my 20 year old cat. Week before last, my 16 year old. I expected to have him around another year or so and it just gutted me because I didn't accept it was his time to go. Took him to the vet, did blood work, flushed his kidneys, they put him on a couple things and I brought him home. About 5 hours later he was barely breathing. Took him back to the vet to put him down feeling like an utter piece of shit. Thought he died on the table before they even administered the drugs he was so far gone. I should have pulled the trigger instead of putting him through another day of hell. When the old guys are ready, they're ready. I swear I can still hear him clacking around on the floor too. Freaks the hell out of me at night.
On to a slightly less depressing topic: Why are we bringing Ebola infected people back to the US, didn't anyone see Outbreak?!?!?!
Brutal. My family's cat was put to sleep 2 years ago, he wasn't very old, maybe 8 or 9, but he got an infection around his lungs and it turned bad quick. One day my mom was telling me he was on medication, next day went in for a checkup and it turned south quickly. They had the option to bring him home for a few days, but it wouldn't have done anything but make it worse. My mom texted me about it after the fact and it was rough, until she told me about telling him she was sorry, and I lost it my cube. Fuck I'm misty already. Such a terrible part of pet ownership, good god. Phew, much better