I was banging out a quick PowerShell script and I have another PowerShell script that converts it to an .EXE.
Seemed to work fine
Built the exe and tried it on my test machine.
Error.
Quick fix. Build. Test. Error.
Repeat several times before I finally realize that I was updating D:\script\test.ps1 but kept building D:\script\test\test.ps1.
Doh!
Thank you. Iāve always been super-embarrassed when I do stuff like that, so itās always good to hear when someone way more technical than me does it.
My mother is always trying to be helpful.
Often, it turns out to be quite the opposite. When I leave a chore undone, itās generally because I have plans to do it a specific way at a specific time. However, she takes it as permission to do the chore herself, and generally makes it so that I have to do more work to fix it.
For example, she brought shredded paper for me to dispose of a few weeks back, because she doesnāt have a good way to dispose of it where she lives. I hadnāt had to put out paper garbage since then, so it was still sitting in my garage.
I go to get my garbage ready to put it tomorrow, and the bag of shredding is gone. I shrug and try to put the compost outā¦ And the bin is half-fill of shredded paper.
This wouldnāt be so bad, except that shredded paper was considered compostable in the last place I live. Here, as Iāve said, itās considered paper recycling.
So I had to scoop shredded paper out of my compost bin and put it into the correct disposal box.
Every time she comes here, she does something like this. Why canāt she just leave well enough alone?
Is it possible we were separated at birth?
My mum has this compulsive clean-up mode, and if youāre not doing it her way, youāre doing it wrong. I remember when my brother moved out and got his own place, he called me the first night because heād set the book he was reading on a table, gotten up to use the washroom, gone to the kitchen to get a drink, and when he returned to the living room, the book was still there. At home weād have to tuck it away somewhere or else risk having it tucked away without our knowledge. Thereās no point in asking where it was put, because our mum will deny having ever touched it.
She really doesnāt remember either. She just does it automatically. Itās not really tidying because although sheās very organised, anything categorised as āotherā just gets hidden away.
It seems your mum is doing something similar, where things MUST BE PUT AWAY at all costs. Even when itās the wrong place. Even when the task has already been delegated.
I donāt know exactly what they taught in home ec in the 50s and 60s, but it wasnāt totally healthy.
My brother-in-law (who lives with us) will do this shit when he decides to clean.
As long as if it Off The Counter, it is put away.
Fuck all if he knows where he put it, but the Kitchen is Clean!
Explanation and/or context? Is it Sullivan Tire that grinds your gears?
Nope. Itās the āNEW HOŹEā part that does. They had a W and an M, yet they flipped the M to make a W and flipped the W to make an M.
*[twitches violently] *
I thought I felt a disturbance in the force.
I couldnāt see it either, but now that youāve explained, I canāt NOT see it.
When I first learned a (very) little bit about typography I suddenly started seeing bad keming everywhere. Text elements that I previously wouldnāt have noticed at all now stood out like a neon sign.
It must be a certain kind of hell to be a professional graphic designer.
Well, yes, but only when you work for someone with no imagination.
I just meant in the sense that you probably see things that grate on your nerves that no one else even notices. I hadnāt even thought about your bosses/clients. 
My wife has done a lot of copy-editing of manuscripts for friends in our writersā group, and she gripes about professionally published books sheās reading with typos. I guess it comes with the territory.
it is, but really, but iām sure every job has its petit morts.
Thatāsā¦ pretty much my entire professional career.
me too. every day.
This may not be āGear Grindingā but it is āSprocket Rustingā
Iāve had enough rain, thankyouverymuch.
Had I wanted this, Iād have moved to Portland 20 years ago when the opportunity was there.
