Bad Sign Placement
"You Need a Lube Job"
Milk Does a Body Good
365 Days of UNF: Day 318
It Arrived!
Who You Gonna Call?
You're in a Toxic Relationship. Get Out.
Impressive
But It's Becoming Increasingly Rare These Days…
Well Kitty, It's Like This…
The More You Know…
It Would Be Funny If It Weren't So Sad
Uh Huh…
Fuck This Guy
Where's the Lie?
For Us Introverts…
"Fine Art Prints"
Rude!
I know I've bitched about this countless times over the years, but it bears repeating. 80% of my job consists of doing shit that people should be able to do themselves—if they had the least bit of curiosity in understanding how things work.
What I do isn't rocket science. So often I hear, "You're a miracle worker!" No Virginia, I just think logically, and if I can't find a solution to some obscure problem, I fucking GOOGLE IT.
What I've taken to doing lately is documenting how to do pretty much every simple, day-to-day thing that we get requests for and emailing the doc back to the user. It cuts down the amount of time I waste calling people and leaving messages (90% don't pick up, the listed number on the service ticket is incorrect, or they never return calls). That way, when the inevitable email comes through weeks later asking "Why hasn't this been addressed? I put this ticket in a month ago!" I can say, "Did you see the email I sent you the day you put in the ticket?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't read it."
Only San Franciscans Will Appreciate This
Triptych
Who Wants Cake?
365 Days of UNF: Day 317
Flashback Friday
"I realized I could get away with murder when I was six."
Truman Capote (1924-1984)
AMERICAN WRITER
Those blue nylon pool shorts (that I strategically cut the inner liner out of) got me into so much trouble.