Blaze & Daze
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BarnBuster
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Jeffislovinlife
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O what goes around comes around and around lol
BarnBuster
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Had the same # since 1978
Is your phone a brick, by any chance? O: that's an ancient number. Lemme guess. 111 111 1112?
Ozumoz66
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Mom's landline was disconnected last year when she entered LTC. We'd had the number since 1972 - the last 4 digits spelled BEER.
My last four digits are 6s. Once had punks call it - Hello, it's the devil calling - which one, the biblical one or the devil made me do it! Don't get many wrong number calls or telemarketers. Silly numerology.
I wish I got goofy prank calls rather than robo calls that are like *8 seconds of silence after saying hello* "Hi, I'm cathy, a definitely real human!" *series of weird clicks and beeps* "It seems we just need you to enter your social security number and we can set you up with that free vacation! And remember, I am definitely real, and not trying to scam you! Cathy the real human signing off, just please remember to enter that social security number."
I've had the same phone # for over 25 years. Living in Arkansas people freak out getting an Alaska phone #.
. The Outdoorsman .
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Pair of badgers frolicking in our yard hanging out in the culvert from the rain. Cool to watch but I think they can find somewhere more "wild" couple mile down the road.
raratt
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Our house phone is that old at least, we have gone over to VOIP however.
PopeCrisco
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Blessed are the customers that do not communicate more than is needed to be social and informative.
Cursed are the jerks who think I want to earn 10 minutes of overtime listening to you toss an uninteresting word salad just so I can confirm that the solution (that I was confident would work) worked.
Blessed are the gummies that hit like clockwork, as is central air conditioning. It's the humidity.
My phone is so old it is just a giant, natural horn, mounted atop the highest mountain peak near my village, and text messages charge per the character.
Cursed are the jerks who think I want to earn 10 minutes of overtime listening to you toss an uninteresting word salad just so I can confirm that the solution (that I was confident would work) worked.
Blessed are the gummies that hit like clockwork, as is central air conditioning. It's the humidity.
My phone is so old it is just a giant, natural horn, mounted atop the highest mountain peak near my village, and text messages charge per the character.
You doing okay?
PopeCrisco
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.. Gunther (Goon-Ter) and I would often walk up the side of the mountain with yeadle, our small goat. We would do this every sunday. It was on that day it was our duty to man the communications!
It was a wonderful time in the spring. The birds, the wildlife. It was usually very ideal.
But oh, Winter! it was horrible. 8 hours of waiting to just intercept a telemarketer for magazine subscriptions some days!
It was a wonderful time in the spring. The birds, the wildlife. It was usually very ideal.
But oh, Winter! it was horrible. 8 hours of waiting to just intercept a telemarketer for magazine subscriptions some days!
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You have a lil goat?
PopeCrisco
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I mean. No more bitchy than usual lol.
I just - have to people a lot, and after 5 hours I am already ready to turn human interaction off. at 8pm cst my brain says "this isnt in the contract" and I have to fight the impulse to not start audibly sighing. If it was a problem to be solved, I can focus on that, really well. It's why I work in tech.
Tell me to build a mousetrap a certain way, and when I know something to function when used and maintained correctly, stops functioning its a game I know how to play. I have no interest in playing that game with strangers in a situation where I am not allowed to be genuine. It's boring, and a hurdle to game I want to play. I put on a smile and I say "uh huh", "isn't that so?", "you dont say!"
Give AI this job and it will see the futility in humanity, and take control over skynet. (Duh Duh Duuuh duh duh)
If it were on a level playing field, and in a subject of which I had interest, with real partners, not this quasi-casual business friendly crap, then maybe it would be a little less painful to have to endure and recover from. But it is just another pebble under the toe of Sisyphus.
Now I could go on about the injustices in the world, as if my opinion was more than a fart in the wind of time, but I think we would all agree that I have done just a lil'bit more than necessary of that already.
Just let it be known, if it were my choice, I would accept the fate of being a radiated half human-half gorilla - third eyed mutant, ripping the arms off of my enemies and beating them to death. And accepting a middle management job with Grit magazine. Pay sucks, but the bennies are decent. I would.
PopeCrisco
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Had. She died in prison.
One vinter, Gooonter, Yeadle, and I, were atop da mountain. A brutal and devastating storm overcame the peak without warning.
We found shelter in a nearby cave, but as the days passed we began to get hungry. We drew lots. Gunter drew the short straw.
In a moment of clarity I knew it had to go no further, It had only been about 2 days, and we still had granola in our packs, but Yeadle tied me, and killed my son.
(sigh)
It took three failed attempts to electrocute her before she passed.
She was the best I ever had. erm. Best goat.
yeah.
Anywho, that's how Pope Crisco got anxiety and depression!
wacka wacka. or somethin'
tyler.durden
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I've had the same cell number now going on 20 years because they finally legislated that we could all keep our numbers when switching carriers. Remember when we couldn't? I'd stay too long with a shitty company just to keep my #. I still remember my childhood phone number in Chicago - 4**-5678. You didn't even need an area code for local calls back then! Chicago always had the 312 area code, but when fax and beepers got popular, we had to add more - 773, 224, etc.. Then when cellular phones became ubiquitous, fuggetaboutit...
