At my company, vacation days, sick days, holidays are rolled up into PTO -- paid time off. The company tends to view PTO as theirs, not the employees. We have to take PTO on holidays (and usually the day after) and if we don't have time in the bank, too bad, it's now unPTO. We can no longer sell back PTO (there went the nice Christmas money). Give your two weeks notice and they buy back any unused PTO at 80%. There's a limit to how much PTO we can carry over from one year to the next (and it's not much). Managers are required to spend 4 of 8 PTO hours on-site, working, until they're down to the new limit. They're also required to spend at least 8 PTO hours per week, but it can't be the same day each week, nor are they allowed to bookend their weekends (Friday one week, Monday the next).
But if I do up and decide to take PTO on short notice (as in, that day), no one says a damn thing.
We had a D&D club recognized by the school. We had a formal place to play during lunch, support from the staff and even had multiple pics and a write-up in the yearbook.
I work in the field. We use pagers to send out to the entire team that there's a service request. Yes, to the entire team. Yes, we still use pagers. Do you honestly believe that I'm going to pull off the freeway just so I can check to see if it's my call? If I can change radio stations then I can check the pager. No, I'm not going text. Yes, I am going to call dispatch to accept it because if the owner doesn't respond within 20 minutes of the page going out then the supervisor gets notified. Then it gets paged out again, plus I have the customer, dispatcher, and supervisor all trying to call me to find out why I haven't accepted it. Yes, stupid system. And, yes, I'm still going to look at the pager.
So we lived in Reno at the time. Nice, gambling town. Lots of casinos. They all have, I don't know what they're called, hot air vents/grating in front of the doors, blowing upwards. So Adam and I walking into the casino (about an hour after the check-out-encounter), and he's still wearing his kilt, and he decides that *now* is the time to do his Marilyn Monroe impression. He's standing there, with hair longer than that of most women, and a beard, as the vents blow his kilt up.
Everyone thought it was pretty funny and the security lady decided to get in on the act. She walks up and asks, "Sir, do you know what real men wear under their kilts?" And Adam says, "Nothing, but I'm wearing *this*!" and pulls up his kilt to show off his tie-dye boxers.
So, my friend Adam and I are standing in line at the check-out counter. Adam likes to wear kilts. The little girl in front of us points at him and says to her mother, "Look, Mommy! That man is wearing a dress!" The lady responded to her daughter, "No, Sweetie, he's wearing a kilt."
I had a class where the professor made a big deal about a particular textbook being required. We never once opened it and it was the last semester that that edition was being used. Afterwards, we were all pretty angry and reported her. The school agreed to issue refunds on the texts, and she received a formal letter of reprimand. And I know that that dinged her on her tenure board because my father sat her board.
You seriously have no idea what you're talking about. We just built a state of the art cancer treatment facility and had to install a half-dozen light boxes. Why? Because pre-existing patients frequently have films that have not yet been digitized.
Yup, I failed my reading comprehension. And while reading it I was wondering about FDA (or UK-equivalent) approval for such a construct, clinical trials, etc. Guess I was drinking too deeply from the stupid-cup this morning.
Seriously, Shapeways doesn't do anything different from any other 3d-print bureau, except charge a little less for significantly worse service and products run at lower resolutions. They use the same 3d printers that are available all over the place.
The story here is that a 3d printer was used to make a prosthetic bone for a patient. That's freaking cool.
Hating the ref is not part of the game and it's that idiot mentality that ruins the game. No one goes to a game to see a ref; they go to see the players. The refs need to disappear into the background as much as possible, only surfacing long enough to halt play for rules infractions and to explain to the audience why, before disappearing again.
Right, I'm a libertarian, therefore I'm against people being free to assemble in ways that benefit them. Has it ever occurred to you that libertarian =/= Libertarian, and just as not all Democrats agree with each other, and not all Republicans agree with each other, that not all members of other groups agree with each other? I'll go ahead and ignore the rest of your troll post.
My wife's grandfather had his back broken by union thugs because he was teaching his fellows how to read and write English, which was screwing up the union votes.
My grandfather was beaten up by union thugs because he would not hire any laborers, let alone union, to help him build, paint, run electrical wiring, etc., in his general store and tailor shop. (this would be a building with a single room apartment that my father lived in and worked out of until he was 15, where he and my grandparents were the only employees)
I like the idea of unions. I do not like their implementation.
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At my company, vacation days, sick days, holidays are rolled up into PTO -- paid time off. The company tends to view PTO as theirs, not the employees. We have to take PTO on holidays (and usually the day after) and if we don't have time in the bank, too bad, it's now unPTO. We can no longer sell back PTO (there went the nice Christmas money). Give your two weeks notice and they buy back any unused PTO at 80%. There's a limit to how much PTO we can carry over from one year to the next (and it's not much). Managers are required to spend 4 of 8 PTO hours on-site, working, until they're down to the new limit. They're also required to spend at least 8 PTO hours per week, but it can't be the same day each week, nor are they allowed to bookend their weekends (Friday one week, Monday the next).
But if I do up and decide to take PTO on short notice (as in, that day), no one says a damn thing.
We had a D&D club recognized by the school. We had a formal place to play during lunch, support from the staff and even had multiple pics and a write-up in the yearbook.
Damn public school.
Do you care about the goings on in other sectors of your company?
I work in the field. We use pagers to send out to the entire team that there's a service request. Yes, to the entire team. Yes, we still use pagers. Do you honestly believe that I'm going to pull off the freeway just so I can check to see if it's my call? If I can change radio stations then I can check the pager. No, I'm not going text. Yes, I am going to call dispatch to accept it because if the owner doesn't respond within 20 minutes of the page going out then the supervisor gets notified. Then it gets paged out again, plus I have the customer, dispatcher, and supervisor all trying to call me to find out why I haven't accepted it. Yes, stupid system. And, yes, I'm still going to look at the pager.
Yeah, yeah, don't respond to my own...
So we lived in Reno at the time. Nice, gambling town. Lots of casinos. They all have, I don't know what they're called, hot air vents/grating in front of the doors, blowing upwards. So Adam and I walking into the casino (about an hour after the check-out-encounter), and he's still wearing his kilt, and he decides that *now* is the time to do his Marilyn Monroe impression. He's standing there, with hair longer than that of most women, and a beard, as the vents blow his kilt up.
Everyone thought it was pretty funny and the security lady decided to get in on the act. She walks up and asks, "Sir, do you know what real men wear under their kilts?" And Adam says, "Nothing, but I'm wearing *this*!" and pulls up his kilt to show off his tie-dye boxers.
Not worth trying to explain it to a 5 year old.
In other news...
WHOOOOOSH
So, my friend Adam and I are standing in line at the check-out counter. Adam likes to wear kilts. The little girl in front of us points at him and says to her mother, "Look, Mommy! That man is wearing a dress!" The lady responded to her daughter, "No, Sweetie, he's wearing a kilt."
"Mommy...What's a kilt?"
"It's a dress for men."
I had a class where the professor made a big deal about a particular textbook being required. We never once opened it and it was the last semester that that edition was being used. Afterwards, we were all pretty angry and reported her. The school agreed to issue refunds on the texts, and she received a formal letter of reprimand. And I know that that dinged her on her tenure board because my father sat her board.
"When they sell something that's really expensive, they want the consumer to believe that they're getting what they're paying for..."
He couldn't give two shits that what you're eating is what you paid for, he just wants you to *believe* that you're eating what you paid for.
Actually, the components would be pretty close to as cost effective. The executives just wouldn't get their uber-fat rewards.
karma-whoring fail
You seriously have no idea what you're talking about. We just built a state of the art cancer treatment facility and had to install a half-dozen light boxes. Why? Because pre-existing patients frequently have films that have not yet been digitized.
Yup, I failed my reading comprehension. And while reading it I was wondering about FDA (or UK-equivalent) approval for such a construct, clinical trials, etc. Guess I was drinking too deeply from the stupid-cup this morning.
Seriously, Shapeways doesn't do anything different from any other 3d-print bureau, except charge a little less for significantly worse service and products run at lower resolutions. They use the same 3d printers that are available all over the place.
The story here is that a 3d printer was used to make a prosthetic bone for a patient. That's freaking cool.
You really don't know what libertarianism is about, do you.
I'm guessing Galileo doesn't have the FDIV bug.
Hating the ref is not part of the game and it's that idiot mentality that ruins the game. No one goes to a game to see a ref; they go to see the players. The refs need to disappear into the background as much as possible, only surfacing long enough to halt play for rules infractions and to explain to the audience why, before disappearing again.
First, BS. But sure, go on thinking that. Much more appropriately, let's say it's true. How is that any different than what's going on now?
Are you really so ignorant as to believe that tripe?
...how this is good for consumers, let alone how Useful Arts are being promoted.
At least you didn't just make up that 50% figure. For a moment there I was pretty worried.
Right, I'm a libertarian, therefore I'm against people being free to assemble in ways that benefit them. Has it ever occurred to you that libertarian =/= Libertarian, and just as not all Democrats agree with each other, and not all Republicans agree with each other, that not all members of other groups agree with each other? I'll go ahead and ignore the rest of your troll post.
Original contents as provided by the manufacturer are now missing? By definition this is now a used game.
My wife's grandfather had his back broken by union thugs because he was teaching his fellows how to read and write English, which was screwing up the union votes.
My grandfather was beaten up by union thugs because he would not hire any laborers, let alone union, to help him build, paint, run electrical wiring, etc., in his general store and tailor shop. (this would be a building with a single room apartment that my father lived in and worked out of until he was 15, where he and my grandparents were the only employees)
I like the idea of unions. I do not like their implementation.
I'll take that bet. I knew him.