You Know, As In When Someone Realises A Really, Really Important Fact
It might be good, it might be bad, whichever it is, it will be illuminating. Here's an interesting story taken from Quora, which skirts Politics.
First, a bit of background. As you should surely know, South Canada has 50 states, all of which have different laws, rules, regulations and state animals as seen on the local flag: Stephen King used to joke that the state animal for Maine was the midge. Each state has a Governor, who is elected into the position, and they have an awful lot of clout in saying how things in the state run. Art
Our original poster was in either the Wizard Lizard Gizzards, or the Ice Cream Bandits, which comes into play later on. One of their primary and seasonal responsibilities was arranging a multi-state conference, which met face-to-face. They had arranged both a website and a database of their own to keep track of delegates and nominees and attendees and invitations and replies for hundreds of people, and OP also got to travel to liaise with these people in other states.
Then a new governor is elected. They are from the political party that OP is not in. Surprise! When her contract ended it was not renewed and somebody from the governor's party gets her job.
O well, says OP, and gets another job elsewhere.
A month later the woman who had taken her job rings and wants the pass code to the website and access to her databases, having had an unpleasant lightbulb moment, because the conference is now only two months away and she has no idea what to do nor how to do it.
Ooops.
OP calls back the woman who took over her job and informs her to send over the list of work and she'll send back a quote. Cue crickets and tumbleweed. "You're not going to just give it to me?" comes the croaked reply. OP saliently points out that she doesn't work there any more and any work she does will cost.
"Never mind, we'll figure it out," replies Little Miss Entitled.
Guess what? Yes! The angles inside a triangle add up to 1800 - sorry, I meant that they didn't manage to figure anything out, because two days later LMI's supervisor rings up and demands, then threatens, to get the required info. Same response from OP, who used to supervise contracts and contractual obligations, and whom thus knows exactly how much the state pays consultants.
By the next time the supervisor calls back another five days have passed and - still nothing, and the conference is only seven weeks away. They cave in and pay OP £12,000 for ten days work, which even she admits was a ridiculously large sum for what training she delivered.
The smile she wore whilst doing that training, however, had the positive passion of a supernova behind it.
That, children, demonstrates both a lightbulb moment and sweet sweet revenge. Art!
Also, schadenfreude.
"If Only They Didn't Speak English" By Jon Sopel
Jon, in case you were unaware, was the BBC's North America correspondent for years and his work above looks at the first couple of years of the Trump presidency. I've recently finished it and found a parodic verse that came out when Prez Trump Tweeted that he was " - a very stable genius'. Only in his own head. Jon liked some of the verses that modelled themselves on Gilbert & Sullivan's "I am the very model of a modern Major-General".
"I am the very model of a Very Stable Genius,
I love McDonald's Special Sauce, I take it intravenous.
I hate the failing New York Times, their fake news makes me bilious.
And the BBC reporting from Jon Sopel, supercilious."
Jon also mentioned a book I already have and started to read, not sure where it's gotten to - probably underneath a pile of other books, Michael Wolff's "Fire And Fury". I need to dig it out of the book mountain. Art!
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| Jon plus family |
"The Sea Of Sand"
When we left off, the sinister and plain evil Detachment Leader Icono was brooding on the nature of the TARDIS, as described by one of his technicians.
‘This couldn’t be an example of
trans-mat gone wrong?’
The
technician waved his hands.
‘No,
Leader. Without a reception platform, an
object could not be sent. The
gravity-lens technique used for the Infiltration Complex will only work for
objects of similar dimensions.’
‘Who
else knows of this?’
‘Nobody
yet, Leader – AH!’ grunted the technician as Icono Eviscerated him, draining
the hapless minion until his dessicated husk lay shrivelled on the sands.
‘Useless
drone!’ shouted Icono, to create the wrong impression. ‘Dismantle that generator. Reel in that cable. Send out a Transport Car to haul in one of
the immobilised alien vehicles for recycling!’
Twenty Two: A Bigger Bang
Perhaps the
“ten humans” could have been amended to “nine humans and one Gallifreyan”. The Doctor forbade anyone to enter his
appropriated mud hut, citing the need to keep conditions as near sterile as
possible. He also wanted to prevent any twentieth
century inhabitant witnessing scientific methodology from several centuries in
the future. Sarah’s inspired suggestion
about dental tools bore fissile fruit by dawn the next morning as a gritty-eyed
Doctor downed his tools, taking care not to scratch or rub his eyes.
Yeah, you don't want radioactive compounds in your orbs. And to those who say you can't create an atomic bomb from radium - not yet you can't.
Lord Peter's Wretched Crossword
Don't fret so, there are only three clues left now, and then we can get back to Conrad being enraged by Codeword compilers and not Ol' Dot any more. The 'clue' is: "At sunset see the labourer now, Loose all his oxen from the plough (6)."
And the answer is: UNTEAM
Conrad's not sure that's even a proper word. Hmmmmmm nothing in my Collin's Concise between UNTAUGHT and UNTENABLE. Art!
A UN Team
Close enough. Watch the UN have a hissy fit because Conrad saw fit to mention U.N.I.T.*
Finally -
You'll remember IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU that Conrad mentions the Youtube vlogger Joe Blogs on occasion. Joe puts out excellent, legible explanations about the economic consequences of the Ruffian invasion of Ukraine, and I see he's put up a new one. Art!
"Sanctions have no effect on Ruffia, only on the West," boasted Peter The Average. Also "Stop the sanctions!"
And with that, Vulnavia, we are done.
* They get really, really bent out of shape about this. Tee Hee!
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