I have a funny story to tell that happened here yesterday. One of our classroom trainers (not an employee of the company, but a “power user”), let’s call him Gary, came to the registration office yesterday morning with a request. He met this redhead in the hot tub last night, and after chatting her up, realized she was here for the same training he was teaching, but not the same class. After speaking with her, he “realized” she should be in his class, and asked us if we could change her location. We obliged.
When they arrived at our remote location (Gary drove, and let her ride with him instead of taking the bus), our employees there thought they were long-time friends because they knew so much about each other. She sat right in the front row, directly in front of Gary.
When our VP called looking for Gary to talk to him about their dinner plans (but couldn’t find him), he (the VP) asked us to track Gary down. We called back to the office where Gary was teaching, but he’d already left. Apparently Gary was overheard making new dinner plans with “one of his students”.
What happens in Coeur d’Alene stays in Coeur d’Alene, I guess.
Today was our last day in the park, and I’m glad it’s over. The employees were a little better toward us yesterday and today than they were on Monday.
I added a link to Mr. Pookies’ Blog today. I don’t know how much he’ll write, but it’s worth a laugh or two from cat owners.
We reserved the picnic pavilion at the city park today, and paid $20 extra to have someone let us in the gate so we could unload close to the pavilion. When we got there, nobody was around, so we opened the gate ourselves (it was unlocked) and unloaded. About 15 minutes go by, and one of the park employees tells us we need to get our car out right now. We asked if we would be let back in later and they said no way. We told them we paid to be let in here and showed them our city park receipt, and the guy said if it wasn’t written on the receipt then we couldn’t drive in. So we called the office where we reserved it and verified that we did pay for it. The lady said she got two calls from the park people complaining about us and she told them that we did, in fact, pay to get in. They replied that we showed up early (which was a load of crap, we got there just after 11am, they didn’t show up until 15 minutes later!). Unfortunately, we didn’t pay the $20 to get out. I guess every time they’re not around to open the gate for you it costs you $20. And you’d better sign up for it in advance, because they can’t just call the guys and tell them to let someone in.
All in all, I now hate the Coeur d’Alene public parks people, they’re jackholes. They were rude and short with us when it was their mistake. All we wanted to do was get set up. Tomorrow when we get there (at 11am) I’ll make sure that we call right away if they’re not there to let us in, so they know we’re not early.
This blog will be subject to intermittent blogging this week because I’ll be down at the Resort running a week-long set of meetings. I’ll try to post anything interesting that happens, but so far the only thing that happened was someone parking behind LB’s car with and blocking him in with their giant SUV.
This Tuesday morning (very early morning), we have the privilege of witnessing a total lunar eclipse. The eclipse will last from 12:52:11am (I told you it was early) to 7:22:29, with totality occurring around 2:52am. Those of us lucky enough to live on the US West Coast (or the general area of) have the best seats for this eclipse. Get your telescopes out and take some pictures!
Last night my wife and I went to the county fair with her parents. The animals smelled really awesome. So did the carnies.
The most memorable part of my visit, aside from the mini doughnuts (aah yeah), was waiting in the food court for fish and chips from the Lions club booth (they had malt vinegar, yay!) and seeing a guy walk up with a giant piece of pepperoni pizza and grabbing the salt, then shaking it all over his pizza. And I mean all over. It was stroke-waiting-to-happen on a plate.
I saw the same unkempt, ratty, long hairstyle on 85% of all the teenage boys, too.
This was annoyingly difficult to track down, so I’m posting a very straightforward version for posterity.
How to change the QLCDNumber foreground color
Clock::Clock(QWidget *parent) : QLCDNumber(parent)
{
QPalette *p = new QPalette;
p->setColor(QPalette::WindowText, QColor(158, 193, 76));
setPalette(*p);
setSegmentStyle(Filled);
}
Fixing the Internet, one page at a time…
I blew up a Porsche today! Insert 30Mb download warning here.
I need a new lens for my camera.
I got a box of USB memory sticks today, a couple hundred 256Mb ones. They’re screenprinted with my company’s name, not for me. Anyway, it’s cool to have several giant trays of memory, all lined up neatly for use. We got a great deal on them, about $8 each. We’ll sell them at our usergroup meeting next week at the resort, for people that need to take a little more home with them than they came with.
…urge to buy…Lego ice cube tray…
Go read about how Stephen King was mistaken for a vandal in an Australian bookstore.
My question is, why didn’t someone just turn the book over and look at his picture? It’s probably on all of his books…
The next two weeks are going to be very busy for me—I’ll be working on my company’s annual user group meeting, which will take up the final week of August. I have projected my work schedule out that week, and it looks like I’ll be working about 63 hours that week. Working overtime on salary is teh suck.
I just finished a rough draft of a short story, The Personal Journal of Basil Woodchip. I’m going to put it in my BookMooch Journal and send it off to the next person.