Demand was elastic until it wasn't.
Good thing they labeled this photo, I would never have known this was a dog.
In college, after working Friday night in the dining hall kitchen, a Pabst 16oz can was my shower beer before heading out to the weekend parties.
How I still got up to work Saturday and Sunday breakfast shift is nothing short of miraculous.
"Run" for president.
Mid/late-90s, a woman who was having an affair with one of the managers gets a huge promotion despite not even being qualified for the job she had. No question as to why. Proceeds to embarrass herself at every turn, yet manager thinks she's great. Meanwhile, truly deserving people are overlooked.
Mid-2000, same woman is now in charge of a new product team. I'm working as a technical consultant and evaluating products for purchase by GSA (Government Services Administration, the buying arm of the US Federal government). Her product is on the GSA-approved list but has never been evaluated for compliance. Lying to the Feds subjects you to the False Claims Act and can result in fines and being blocked by GSA from selling to the government. I alert company management to this. Not only is it a danger to the company, she had to have lied about it to launch the product in the first place. Lawyers get involved. I hurriedly evaluate the product. Luckily, it qualifies. We cross our fingers no one from GSA ever asks to see the paper trail.
A month later she's leaving the company to start her own catering business (I'm not making this up).
It didn't last a year.
I hardly text and your call is going to voice mail. Phone things are not the reason I have a smartphone. I'd be happy with an updated Palm Pilot with connectivity.
Apparently, he fell off a pedestrian bridge into the Genesee, the police say they have surveillance video. Divers were searching the river but hadn't found anything last I looked. They didn't say which bridge or how they knew he fell. A sad story, regardless.
Rock 'n' Roller in the streets
Astrophysicist in the sheets
“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry” - The Sheep
I hit a deer while riding my motorcycle. I saw it crossing the road from my left, tried to evade it, heard the bang of my fairing hit it, and next thing I knew I was lying on my back looking up at the sky. I ended up with a shattered collarbone, broken ribs, and some road rash on my left side. I have absolutely no memory of falling or sliding at all (and I'm okay with that).
The most likely explanation for why I survived was that I was only going 30 mph (50 kph). That same day another rider wasn't so lucky. There was a husband and wife in one of the cars behind me that were both EMTs and I got experienced care right away. Plus, I was wearing boots, gloves, a leather jacket, and a full-face helmet. The road rash was from my jeans wearing through during the slide.
TomMasz
joined 1 year ago
I'd feel bad for him but no one who buys one of these is doing so for any other reason than to be seen with it. It takes the impracticality of pickups for the average person and turns it up to 11 while simultaneously looking like shit.