Haha mine too! This one time, my boss asked me to take his wife out and show her a good time, since he'd be out of town. I guess there were trust issues in his marriage, and he saw me as a dependable guy that wouldn't, y'know, eat the forbidden fruit if you catch my drift.
I thought it was a really weird request and it was made worse by the fact that my boss had a reputation for being ultra-protective of his wife. There was a rumor going around that he'd thrown a guy off a balcony for giving his wife a foot massage. Now, a foot massage ain't really an innocent thing, but throwing a guy off a balcony is kind of an overreaction I think. It's debatable I guess.
So anyway, I take his wife out, we have a good time, and we go back to her house. So I excuse myself to the bathroom, in the middle of a moral dilemma over whether or not I should give my boss's wife the ol' 3-legged piledriver, and somehow she discovers my drug stash in my coat pocket. So she snorts a massive rail and ends up overdosing, I come out of the bathroom and see her twitching on the couch, I panick cause holy shit, if my boss's wife dies on my watch, its my head on the chopping block y'know?
So I end up calling my drug dealer at like 1am, he's all pissed because I'm talking about drugs and women overdosing over the phone and he's a conspiracy nut, but I'm like fuck this this is an emergency. So I load my boss's wife in my car, haul ass over to my drug dealer's house, he's yelling at me like "what the fuck are you doing bringing her here?" while I'm carrying her drug-addled ass into his house.
We ended up jamming a big ass needle full of adrenaline straight into her heart, and she comes back from the almost-dead, like some kind of heroin addicted Jesus Christ.
Laughs were had all around after that, good times for everyone. True story btw.
Haha mine too! This one time, my boss asked me to take his wife out and show her a good time, since he'd be out of town. I guess there were trust issues in his marriage, and he saw me as a dependable guy that wouldn't, y'know, eat the forbidden fruit if you catch my drift.
I thought it was a really weird request and it was made worse by the fact that my boss had a reputation for being ultra-protective of his wife. There was a rumor going around that he'd thrown a guy off a balcony for giving his wife a foot massage. Now, a foot massage ain't really an innocent thing, but throwing a guy off a balcony is kind of an overreaction I think. It's debatable I guess.
So anyway, I take his wife out, we have a good time, and we go back to her house. So I excuse myself to the bathroom, in the middle of a moral dilemma over whether or not I should give my boss's wife the ol' 3-legged piledriver, and somehow she discovers my drug stash in my coat pocket. So she snorts a massive rail and ends up overdosing, I come out of the bathroom and see her twitching on the couch, I panick cause holy shit, if my boss's wife dies on my watch, its my head on the chopping block y'know?
So I end up calling my drug dealer at like 1am, he's all pissed because I'm talking about drugs and women overdosing over the phone and he's a conspiracy nut, but I'm like fuck this this is an emergency. So I load my boss's wife in my car, haul ass over to my drug dealer's house, he's yelling at me like "what the fuck are you doing bringing her here?" while I'm carrying her drug-addled ass into his house.
We ended up jamming a big ass needle full of adrenaline straight into her heart, and she comes back from the almost-dead, like some kind of heroin addicted Jesus Christ.
Laughs were had all around after that, good times for everyone. True story btw.
If you want funny drug stories that aren't liberated from popular cult movies, @Szanthax, umm...
One time I took shrooms and I was utterly, completely convinced that my cat wanted to telepathically communicate with me. I mean he's staring at me, meowing, and I'm staring back like "what're you trying to say buddy?" and he's like "meowww". So I'm like, focusing super hard on projecting my thoughts at him, convinced that somehow we could get past the human-animal language barrier and hear eachother's thoughts if we try hard enough.
This sent me into an inner existential debate over whether or not animals had a Buddhist nature, and whether we were all souls trapped in different bodies and if we broke past the barriers of the physical realm, we could communicate on a spiritual level, and I ended up screaming "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, MAN!" at my cat.
That same night I ended up watching an animated stick figure dance to pop music, and this led into another existential debate in my mind over whether or not he was aware he was merely a stick figure, if he realized his existence was limited to this 3 minute video, and I think I said something to my gf at the time (who was also tripping) along the lines of "A man isn't a man if he doesn't know he's dancing".
If you want funny drug stories that aren't liberated from popular cult movies, @Szanthax, umm...
One time I took shrooms and I was utterly, completely convinced that my cat wanted to telepathically communicate with me. I mean he's staring at me, meowing, and I'm staring back like "what're you trying to say buddy?" and he's like "meowww". So I'm like, focusing super hard on projecting my thoughts at him, convinced that somehow we could get past the human-animal language barrier and hear eachother's thoughts if we try hard enough.
This sent me into an inner existential debate over whether or not animals had a Buddhist nature, and whether we were all souls trapped in different bodies and if we broke past the barriers of the physical realm, we could communicate on a spiritual level, and I ended up screaming "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, MAN!" at my cat.
That same night I ended up watching an animated stick figure dance to pop music, and this led into another existential debate in my mind over whether or not he was aware he was merely a stick figure, if he realized his existence was limited to this 3 minute video, and I think I said something to my gf at the time (who was also tripping) along the lines of "A man isn't a man if he doesn't know he's dancing".
Animals are weird when you're on psychedelics. Whenever my old roommate and I would do any psychedelics his dog would always act super weird, like it knew we were really fucked up and would just sit there and watch us (this is normally a super hyper dog). I always felt like the roles got reversed, the dog was just chilling watching us and were walking around the house acting like idiots.
I knew a guy who had to be Pulp Fiction'd. He was at a party and passed out after doing too many downers. Nobody could find a pulse, so one of the party-goers took out their epipen and jabbed him with it. Dude shot right up like nothing happened, and I shit you not the first words out of his mouth were "let's do more drugs!"
He really was like a walking Regan-era PSA.
[spoiler]He was a helluva guy, but he had some serious problems and his luck caught up to him eventually.[/spoiler]
I knew a guy who had to be Pulp Fiction'd. He was at a party and passed out after doing too many downers. Nobody could find a pulse, so one of the party-goers took out their epipen and jabbed him with it. Dude shot right up like nothing happened, and I shit you not the first words out of his mouth were "let's do more drugs!"
He really was like a walking Regan-era PSA.
[spoiler]He was a helluva guy, but he had some serious problems and his luck caught up to him eventually.[/spoiler]
sad... thets what made me stop well that and the realization that i would eventually killmyself... not that i'm not trying to kill myself now... just in a more passive way. I remember one time this guy I was doing Somas and vicodins and ambiens with was just so fucked up. I wake up the next day he's gone... and his sister calls me to tell me he was on their porch the next morning having seizures. Wound up in a coma for about a week.
So.... yeah. Don't do that anymore. ... same spoiler...
So while I was in the Navy I was an electronics technician. It's a pretty broad job and usually equates to "fix whatever has electricity in it" So one day one of our golf-carts in bahrain died for no apparent reason. (officers get golf-carts cause they're too good to walk anywhere) so I was sent out to fix it. After some fiddling around it looked like the battery had a loose wire that grounded itself to the chassis so when it was plugged in, instead of charging the battery the electricity just flowed from the powered sockets and straight back into the grounding terminal. I wiggled some wires around and thought that I had it fixed and plugged it back in. I was gonna grab my multi-meter to check on it, so I grabbed the side railing to pull myself off the ground. That alone didn't do anything as the current was still going from chassis to ground, but I grabbed the golf cart next to me as well to hoist myself up without thinking that it too was plugged in, and properly grounded.
So anyways I get a pretty terrible shock that knocked me flat on my ass in front of the main command building and I kind of just lied out in front of the building as a bunch of people came out with a few O-5 and O-4 in tow.
Voltage here is 240 so it's explosively powerful but still kind of safer than the 110 back in america if you're working on it electrically. After getting a few EKG scans and whatnot, got a clean bill of health and went back to work.
Back when I was in high school I was having some low blood sugar issues, which caused me to pass out on more than one occasion.
We were having our big, end of the year, chorus concert. The gym was filled with parents and friends, at least 200 people. We were all dressed in our best. I, being one of the tallest females in chorus, had to stand on the top row of the bleachers along with the tallest boys of our class.
I remember getting about halfway through our performance before I started to feel dizzy. I thought, surely, if I wait it out I'll start feeling better. Nope. My vision went black and I took a woozy header right down the front of our group. Not off the back, straight through the front. I barreled a good 6 or 7 of my class mates right off the bleachers along with me. In front of all 200 of those lovely people who brought cameras and came to see their kids sing.
As a young teen, I was so mortified that I refused to return to school for a solid week. When I finally went back, I refused to finish out the class that year. Funny thing is, not one person made fun of me for it. Not to my face anyways.
Looking back on it now, I couldn't blame anyone for laughing about it. Thankfully this was before the time of cell cameras and shameful videos posted in YouTube!
Give us -real- shop logs! Not another misinterpretation of features we ask for, turned into something that either doesn't help at all, or doesn't remotely resemble what we wanted to begin with.
Thanks!
Current position of some of the playerbase, instead of expressing a desire to fix problems:
Vhaynna: "Honest question - if you don't like Achaea or the current admin, why do you even bother playing?"
I work graveyards at times. You'd be amazed what weird aspects of humanity you interact with in the wee hours of the day.
Lady: Can I use your phone? Me: No. We're closed. You have a fully charged cellphone in your hand. Lady: Oh. Please? Me: Please leave.
Him: I can't believe you're not selling me X, Y and Z! Let me talk to a manager! Me: It's 2am, sir. You're welcome to call back at 9am and speak to the manager on duty at that time. Cue 45 minutes of said person serial dialing trying to get someone else. I'm the only one on site apart from 2 security officers laughing at the situation (they don't answer the phone).
Scam calls at 3am, misdialing drunks, and police searching areas at 2:30am. The police one was fun:
Bang-bang-bang! "We had a 911 call from here." Us: "Really? There's only the 3 of us here, and we didn't call you." Them: "Oh... hey dispatch? Do we have the right address? It's correct? Umm..." Us: "There's only us, but if it makes your life easier, you can walk a round with security." Them: "Sure! Yeah. We'll do that then leave." Go-go paperwork.
I work graveyards at times. You'd be amazed what weird aspects of humanity you interact with in the wee hours of the day.
Lady: Can I use your phone? Me: No. We're closed. You have a fully charged cellphone in your hand. Lady: Oh. Please? Me: Please leave.
Him: I can't believe you're not selling me X, Y and Z! Let me talk to a manager! Me: It's 2am, sir. You're welcome to call back at 9am and speak to the manager on duty at that time. Cue 45 minutes of said person serial dialing trying to get someone else. I'm the only one on site apart from 2 security officers laughing at the situation (they don't answer the phone).
Scam calls at 3am, misdialing drunks, and police searching areas at 2:30am. The police one was fun:
Bang-bang-bang! "We had a 911 call from here." Us: "Really? There's only the 3 of us here, and we didn't call you." Them: "Oh... hey dispatch? Do we have the right address? It's correct? Umm..." Us: "There's only us, but if it makes your life easier, you can walk a round with security." Them: "Sure! Yeah. We'll do that then leave." Go-go paperwork.
oh graveyard SHIFTS
I figured those were all pretty weird encounters at a graveyard
I work graveyards at times. You'd be amazed what weird aspects of humanity you interact with in the wee hours of the day.
Lady: Can I use your phone? Me: No. We're closed. You have a fully charged cellphone in your hand. Lady: Oh. Please? Me: Please leave.
Him: I can't believe you're not selling me X, Y and Z! Let me talk to a manager! Me: It's 2am, sir. You're welcome to call back at 9am and speak to the manager on duty at that time. Cue 45 minutes of said person serial dialing trying to get someone else. I'm the only one on site apart from 2 security officers laughing at the situation (they don't answer the phone).
Scam calls at 3am, misdialing drunks, and police searching areas at 2:30am. The police one was fun:
Bang-bang-bang! "We had a 911 call from here." Us: "Really? There's only the 3 of us here, and we didn't call you." Them: "Oh... hey dispatch? Do we have the right address? It's correct? Umm..." Us: "There's only us, but if it makes your life easier, you can walk a round with security." Them: "Sure! Yeah. We'll do that then leave." Go-go paperwork.
oh graveyard SHIFTS
I figured those were all pretty weird encounters at a graveyard
Graveyard shifts, yes. Those stories at a legitimate graveyard, though... that's a sitcom in the making.
@Khairt works as a gravedigger and has absolutely amazing work stories.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Yesterday I decided to put a support chat one of my services on a website. However I named it Live Chat. I was a little bit excited for that and was awaiting for my first client that will enter to live chat. Finally someone entered... He just asked me ASL and If I am horny.
That said, I think facebook has a better approach, where 'wtf' is just 'angry', and 'sad' and 'wow' are things. I think if the full range were available on vanilla forums (I feel like missing some reactions were what led to the misuse of others), it'd be pretty handy and nice to have.
But I'm assuming that's not really going to be adapted by them.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
I think the difference also is that here people would misuse them to be jerks to each other, and antagonize one another... the vast majority of us are not OOC related, a lot of us have never met, and don't live near each other. Now... if one used reactions like that on their real life friends, family, and colleagues on facebook, well... the consequences are much different in that capacity.
I think the difference also is that here people would misuse them to be jerks to each other, and antagonize one another... the vast majority of us are not OOC related, a lot of us have never met, and don't live near each other. Now... if one used reactions like that on their real life friends, family, and colleagues on facebook, well... the consequences are much different in that capacity.
I think it's safe to say facebook has grown from "mostly friends and family" to "every damn person who was ever somehow connected to this person". That's not to say that's how you do it, but even my facebook (which is very small compared to many) is 100 friends, and only maybe... 20-25 of those are people I know in real life (family, friends from school, etc).
Also we're so off topic now ummm stories... stories...
I think I mentioned this on the forums a while ago, but the most proud moment I've ever had while working was as a substitute teacher. I was subbing for a group of social studies (middle school) kids, a group I was very familiar with. One girl was done with her work and came up to me to chat because she was bored out of her mind. I encouraged her to pick up a book and read, but she said she found reading boring. We went back and forth on why, and I found out most of the books she read were school mandated and she didn't really find any of them appealing to her interests.
So I pulled out the book I was reading (one of the books of the Outlander series, which falls under historical fiction) and talked to her a little bit about the series, and encouraged her to read the opening prologue, which was only a page long and spoke about lost loved ones perhaps being ghosts that watch over us and some other musings on the subject. When she finished reading she looked at me with these wide eyes and was like, "Miss C, this is awesome, I really like this! Where can I get more books like this one!"
Gave her a list of authors and books, gave her some resources online, and sent her on her merry way (class was ending at this point). She thanked me for showing her reading could be an amazing thing and not just a boring and forced subject. Still gives me warm fuzzies. Pretty sure she's in high school by now, so hope she's still reading and loving it. :chuffed:
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
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One time I took shrooms and I was utterly, completely convinced that my cat wanted to telepathically communicate with me. I mean he's staring at me, meowing, and I'm staring back like "what're you trying to say buddy?" and he's like "meowww". So I'm like, focusing super hard on projecting my thoughts at him, convinced that somehow we could get past the human-animal language barrier and hear eachother's thoughts if we try hard enough.
This sent me into an inner existential debate over whether or not animals had a Buddhist nature, and whether we were all souls trapped in different bodies and if we broke past the barriers of the physical realm, we could communicate on a spiritual level, and I ended up screaming "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, MAN!" at my cat.
That same night I ended up watching an animated stick figure dance to pop music, and this led into another existential debate in my mind over whether or not he was aware he was merely a stick figure, if he realized his existence was limited to this 3 minute video, and I think I said something to my gf at the time (who was also tripping) along the lines of "A man isn't a man if he doesn't know he's dancing".
He really was like a walking Regan-era PSA.
[spoiler]He was a helluva guy, but he had some serious problems and his luck caught up to him eventually.[/spoiler]
So.... yeah. Don't do that anymore. ... same spoiler...
Shrooms are fun
So one day one of our golf-carts in bahrain died for no apparent reason. (officers get golf-carts cause they're too good to walk anywhere) so I was sent out to fix it. After some fiddling around it looked like the battery had a loose wire that grounded itself to the chassis so when it was plugged in, instead of charging the battery the electricity just flowed from the powered sockets and straight back into the grounding terminal. I wiggled some wires around and thought that I had it fixed and plugged it back in. I was gonna grab my multi-meter to check on it, so I grabbed the side railing to pull myself off the ground. That alone didn't do anything as the current was still going from chassis to ground, but I grabbed the golf cart next to me as well to hoist myself up without thinking that it too was plugged in, and properly grounded.
So anyways I get a pretty terrible shock that knocked me flat on my ass in front of the main command building and I kind of just lied out in front of the building as a bunch of people came out with a few O-5 and O-4 in tow.
Voltage here is 240 so it's explosively powerful but still kind of safer than the 110 back in america if you're working on it electrically. After getting a few EKG scans and whatnot, got a clean bill of health and went back to work.
And I did eventually fix that golf cart.
We were having our big, end of the year, chorus concert. The gym was filled with parents and friends, at least 200 people. We were all dressed in our best. I, being one of the tallest females in chorus, had to stand on the top row of the bleachers along with the tallest boys of our class.
I remember getting about halfway through our performance before I started to feel dizzy. I thought, surely, if I wait it out I'll start feeling better. Nope. My vision went black and I took a woozy header right down the front of our group. Not off the back, straight through the front. I barreled a good 6 or 7 of my class mates right off the bleachers along with me. In front of all 200 of those lovely people who brought cameras and came to see their kids sing.
As a young teen, I was so mortified that I refused to return to school for a solid week. When I finally went back, I refused to finish out the class that year. Funny thing is, not one person made fun of me for it. Not to my face anyways.
Looking back on it now, I couldn't blame anyone for laughing about it. Thankfully this was before the time of cell cameras and shameful videos posted in YouTube!
Went to an onsite job out in the boonies (3 hours there, 30 mins of work, 3 hours back) to fix a phone system. Wonderful. Went well.
On my way back traffic is backed up. I wonder why.
I get out and a horse drawn sleigh is stuck across the asphalt from trying to cross the road full of firewood.
So six of us get together and push it across. With two horses pulling.
Takes about 20 mins.
Ow I am gonna hurt tomorrow
Lady: Can I use your phone?
Me: No. We're closed. You have a fully charged cellphone in your hand.
Lady: Oh. Please?
Me: Please leave.
Him: I can't believe you're not selling me X, Y and Z! Let me talk to a manager!
Me: It's 2am, sir. You're welcome to call back at 9am and speak to the manager on duty at that time.
Cue 45 minutes of said person serial dialing trying to get someone else. I'm the only one on site apart from 2 security officers laughing at the situation (they don't answer the phone).
Scam calls at 3am, misdialing drunks, and police searching areas at 2:30am. The police one was fun:
Bang-bang-bang! "We had a 911 call from here."
Us: "Really? There's only the 3 of us here, and we didn't call you."
Them: "Oh... hey dispatch? Do we have the right address? It's correct? Umm..."
Us: "There's only us, but if it makes your life easier, you can walk a round with security."
Them: "Sure! Yeah. We'll do that then leave."
Go-go paperwork.
I figured those were all pretty weird encounters at a graveyard
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Then he disappointed and quit.
Is anyone else amused that apparently the Facebook community is mature enough to have options like these, but...we're not?
Album of Bluef during her time in Achaea
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That said, I think facebook has a better approach, where 'wtf' is just 'angry', and 'sad' and 'wow' are things. I think if the full range were available on vanilla forums (I feel like missing some reactions were what led to the misuse of others), it'd be pretty handy and nice to have.
But I'm assuming that's not really going to be adapted by them.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Also we're so off topic now ummm stories... stories...
I think I mentioned this on the forums a while ago, but the most proud moment I've ever had while working was as a substitute teacher. I was subbing for a group of social studies (middle school) kids, a group I was very familiar with. One girl was done with her work and came up to me to chat because she was bored out of her mind. I encouraged her to pick up a book and read, but she said she found reading boring. We went back and forth on why, and I found out most of the books she read were school mandated and she didn't really find any of them appealing to her interests.
So I pulled out the book I was reading (one of the books of the Outlander series, which falls under historical fiction) and talked to her a little bit about the series, and encouraged her to read the opening prologue, which was only a page long and spoke about lost loved ones perhaps being ghosts that watch over us and some other musings on the subject. When she finished reading she looked at me with these wide eyes and was like, "Miss C, this is awesome, I really like this! Where can I get more books like this one!"
Gave her a list of authors and books, gave her some resources online, and sent her on her merry way (class was ending at this point). She thanked me for showing her reading could be an amazing thing and not just a boring and forced subject. Still gives me warm fuzzies. Pretty sure she's in high school by now, so hope she's still reading and loving it. :chuffed:
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby