Tomato, tomato…
Tomato, tomato…
Pot, kettle…
Whoa… Bad choice of words…
Or great, depends on what you were going for…
If you want to confuse people… I pronounce /etc as “ets”, but one of my coworkers recently called it “slash e t c” and I had to ask him to repeat it a couple times before I figured out what he meant…
Have you ever tried catching flies? Vinegar works better than honey, after all, flies eat shit.
The hell I would…
I once had a PSU fail catastrophically- arcing, visible from around a corner and down a hall, and quite loud. I didn’t want to go near it, circuit breakers were closer anyway, but I didn’t know which one so I just hit them all. Once replaced, I fired up the machine and… I think the cmos was cleared, but other than that, no ill effects.
I need to get one of those. I have 5 spinning disks + 1 SSD, though not much else high powered - it’s a file server, CPU is at least 8 years old, and GPU (if you can even call it that) is passively cooled… I just replaced my 500W power supply because its fan had died (explains why occasionally I’d come home and find it powered off) and nothing under 650W had enough SATA power connectors, so that’s what I ended up with. Curious how overkill it is…
I look at number of connectors… Who cares about wattage, I just need a mass of cables to tuck into every spare bit of space… Fans hate me.
Having worked both retail and call center, no, they’re not in the same league. People can be assholes over the phone, absolutely, but it’s quite different from face-to-face. Someone threatens to kill me over the phone, I can say “I’d like to see you try” and hang up, and the worst that happens is I get fired. In person, they can carry out the threat.
It’s nice when you have a boss that has your back. I worked at RadioShack back in the day, and the manager of the store I stayed at the longest was like that. Of course we didn’t have the whole x items or less, but we were in a busy college area, only on-street parking, so we’d get people running in and wanting to be served immediately regardless of how busy we were because they were double parked. The boss empowered us to tell them to fuck off, politely of course. “Come back when you have more time, we’ll be happy to help”. Also, we were next to a parking lot, it wasn’t ours, though we did have a couple of spots that were clearly marked employee parking only. Few things gave the boss more pleasure than calling a tow truck… Literally rubbing his hands with glee on multiple occasions.
I never worked food service, but I did my time in retail… That “Well we’re here now” just gave me a PTSD-like flashback…
To be super pedantic, no, ownership of your money never transfers to visa. When your card is swiped (tapped, whatever) visa (or mc or Amex or whoever else) facilitates communication between your bank and the merchant’s bank, but no money moves yet. At the end of the day the merchant settles out those transactions, but that’s still just data. The money moves typically a day or two later, and that is done directly between the customer and merchant’s bank. Source: worked in credit card processing for ~9 years.
Have I just experienced youngsplaining?
Once upon a time, there was a Linux distro that would fit on a single floppy, it was intended for system rescue, diagnostics, that sort of thing…
I don’t think the OS was sophisticated enough to tell the difference… A drive letter is a drive letter…
As I recall, my windows 95 CD-ROM contained a bunch of floppy-sized .cab files in a folder, so it’s entirely possible it was available as a set of floppies…
Now I want to do this at my job… I actually have a box of 5.25" floppies somewhere…
Welcome to the internet?
I have memories of being 12-13 years old and my sister (3 years older) and I having to push-start our mom’s Renault LeCar…