Anytime!
I canât tell if Iâm being the dick here or not. But I donât like it when someone makes a pull request against my code base, then never follows up when I ask clarifying questions, or ask them to reformat an aspect of their patch. Itâs a discourse, not a drive-by.
Lord help us, not long before I decided to retire a new programmer was hired without my knowledge who proceeded to check out a load of code from the development branch and then, I tell no lies, reformat it all because âthatâs how Netbeans says it should be.â
Even as people were getting excited about the Worboys case (released on parole for complex reasons that I canât begin to go into here) our so-called Government was making an education adviser out of someone who, being about as qualified as a typical Trump appointment over there <------, then deleted the thousands of misogynistic tweets he had made. He actually outTrumped Trump: when a friend claimed he had felt the bottom of a woman he replied âMate, I had my d!ck up her a!se.â And the outcome? The Prime minister says he mustnât do it again.
But itâs OK: Daddy is a baron and he has excellent contacts.
And not you begin to understand the real problem in the UK: not bleeding-heart liberals in the criminal justice system but entitled white misogynists in the government.
The UK is going down the Trump route and accelerating. Weâre going to overtake you, not that long before you do what Churchill said you would do, and do the right thing having tried everything else.
At least that person is having that discussion. This is an open-source project, so I get a lot of drive-bys where the person doesnât explain why they want something changed, how the patch addresses a deficiency, etc. At least if they were pointing to some design philosophy, I could look at that and say âThat doesnât fit our workflow because X,â or âthatâs an interesting perspective, letâs have a larger discussion with the team.â
Oh it wasnât a discussion. It was âIâm going to have my changes committed looking like this or Iâm going to shout and scream.â
So what happened? How did you resolve it?
Complicated story that wonât help your case, but it ended up with me telling the CEO âIâm afraid I cannot be of any assistance to this company any more and I have decided to retire. As my contract ends today, this has immediate effect.â
(Iâm not evil, I left detailed specifications for approximately a man year of work that needed to be done by my successor, but entirely in data model, functional specification and flowchart form. Reformat that, motherlover!)
I hate it when people at my job eat stinky lunch at their desks, permeating the air with the stench of food that smells like itâs already been digested and processed by the body.
Or whats worse, microwaving it, filling the whole darn building.
Fill - whoâs idea was it to weaponise pastry?
You either leave anything that looks crunchy or resign yourself to having shards of it sink themselves into the gap between your teeth and gums.
Sorry Melz, but I love my egg salad!
Ah, the first true laugh Iâve had in ages. I need to binge The Office over again. Both sides of the pond.
(looks at kimchi and goat cheese sandwich, to the screen, blinks, and back to the sandwich)
And the answer to the first question of the second panel is, of course, salmon. Which is lovely, but not in an enclosed space with limited ventilation.
The company I work for occupies multiple floors/suites in a high rise office building; long before I started working there, they made it policy that there are only microwaves in one of the break rooms on a single floor⌠for that exact reason.
Egg salad I donât mind. Or even tuna salad. But this particular stench today was unidentifiable, aside from being Asian in origin and the fact that it smelled like something crawled up a stray dogâs ass and died there.
Something from the cabbage family, perhaps?
Kimchi is a possible suspectâŚ
Itâs not truly stinki until we go full-Flehmen
A few years back, one of the older engineering techs where I worked ate tuna fish sandwiches every single day. We shared lab space, and he would eat right there at the desk. The entire time I worked with this guy, I couldnât eat lunch, on site or off, because I was too nauseated from the smell. I had to prepare a big breakfast or else go hungry.
Yep. I wonât make popcorn either. I donât mind popcorn, and I actually like it, but the smell just⌠permeates. I will spare my cow-orkers the ordeal of being subjected to stale popcorn stink embedded in the furniture, and make my popcorn at home.
Durian?
I love durian.
/runs and hides
But I wonât eat it in public because the smell is overwhelming, and overwhelmingly bad. âCrawled up a stray dogâs ass and diedâ is as apt a description as any. Fortunately, the taste does not match the smell at all. Itâs more like a smooth, sweet custard.
Interesting. I hadnât considered this before, but given that certain cultures tend to produce especially⌠âfragrantâ foods (Iâm thinking of the Thai love of fish sauce, )which would tweak @LearnedCowardâs nose far more than Tuna!), or the many fragrant and wonderful curry spices found all over India and surrounding nations - I wonder if this is ultimately a cultural barrier to truly integrated workplaces?
Iâm sure if your kitchen has permeated a particular spice or condiment everywhere, and your workplace, too, smells the same because you happen to work with those whoâs culinary culture matches your own, youâd never notice any odour, whereas someone from outside your culture would walk in and âwhammo!â.
Smells have such a primal effect on minds that I donât know what the fix would be - you canât exactly segregate at a workplace based on cultural cuisine! I suppose something like a communal eating area thatâs well ventilated, a policy to not eat at oneâs desk, and better kitchenette ventilation is about the best youâre going to do.
@Melizmatic - I feel for you. Iâd have to leave the building if someone, say, warmed up liver and had it for lunch⌠I canât even smell the stuff.