It once happened that I had to take off my belt at airport security and my pants dropped while I was trying to put my suitcase in the overhead bin. Instead of protecting my modesty, my wife almost died laughing. Fortunately, I was wearing underwear at the time...
Back in high school (60+ years ago) the edict came down that boys had to wear shirts with collars. At the time the fashion was to wear the sweatshirt of the college you aspired to. I was a rule-following nerd, but this was a step too far. I cut the collar off an old dress shirt and pinned it to a sweatshirt. Not a word was said, but that was probably because two of my classmates went to a thrift store and bought zoot suits, with high-waisted baggy pants, overly long jackets, and ties wide enough to serve as table cloths. These suits were more than 20 years out of fashion, and looked ridiculous. The duo got the usual “good talking-to”, but as far as I know there was no disciplinary action since they fulfilled the letter of the law. Good times!
Bill Watterson of Calvin and Hobbes fame would go above and beyond on a drawing if he was stuck with a weak idea. But he had a syndicate and hundreds of newspapers with their grubby hands out, constantly demanding new strips. I don't know what kind of deadlines you have, but for whatever it is worth, I haven't seen a strip of yours I haven't liked.
On the first day of General Chemistry I in college, the professor googled himself to illustrate how to get to his page on the college website. Google duly brought the correct name and chemistry professor combination up to the top of the page. The second entry was a registered sex offender with the same name. The remaining time in the class was awkward from that point on. (The offender lived in a different state and was thirty years younger than the professor.)
A VA psychologist I "worked with" went to college with a writer who broke into television. Upon learning that his friend had won an Emmy, he called to congratulate him, Turned out his friend was not the David Simon who created The Wire.
Good question!I tried to get that option to fit in the limited character space, but it was dangerously close to three in the morning and I was falling asleep. A lot of decisions are made out of whether or not I can keep my eyes open.
One of the labs I worked at had a ridiculous rule that men had to wear businesses trousers. We were cooped up in clean suits ( think cdc outfits) most of the day, only escaping during lunch and coffee breaks.
I was allowed to wear a skirt.
When my colleague got talked to for wearing chino shorts ( because it's hot) I suggested he wear a skirt, because they are allowed. So he did.
He got another talking to but he pointed out where it said skirts were allowed, and got away with it.
I think the manager thought he would give up but he didn't. We would discuss his various skirts in the coffee room every time the boss came in, we made a point of it , things like " oh that colour skirt really suits you Dave" and " oh what a lovely skirt Dave, where did you buy it".
Love this! I have been a fan of malicious compliance ever since I fractured my tailbone when my regulation stupidly baggy trousers got caught in a barbed wire fence.
Do you ever wonder if google search invents parallel universes each time you use it and, but for a quirk of fate, you might be embodied in another universe as the people in one of the other results?
I think that would be an amazing science fiction short story. Google your parallel life. Surely there will be the same paid search results that will muck everything up.
For years I was indeed the first result in searching for my name. Then someone with my name won a Pulitzer Prize. I’m no longer even in the first page.
That’s gotta be frustrating. Although, I think it was a Seinfeld episode where a guy had the same name as a serial killer. That has to be the worst. Then there’s David Mitchell who has to explain that he’s comedian David Mitchell and not novelist David Mitchell.
One place I worked was, shall we say, rather cheap. You could take a week off anytime you wanted - so long as you could last a week without a paycheck. It was the expanded version of their sick leave policy. Maybe it was because I was a transplanted northerner and they were still upset about that whole Civil War thing, but then they treated their other employees as badly, so I'll go with rather cheap. (They also went bankrupt.)
Companies in America are really into punishing employees who are sick. It’s a sick mindset and the executives need to take some time off for that and try to get better.
You always have to remember, you have to be on the job to need a vacation. When you can hop on your personal jet to go to some destination to go to your 'Second Home' that is normally reserved as a once in a lifetime vacation destination for the average worker, you don't understand sick time. Its bad when even an hour lunch is timed to the second.....
It once happened that I had to take off my belt at airport security and my pants dropped while I was trying to put my suitcase in the overhead bin. Instead of protecting my modesty, my wife almost died laughing. Fortunately, I was wearing underwear at the time...
Your wife knew what was more important.
Back in high school (60+ years ago) the edict came down that boys had to wear shirts with collars. At the time the fashion was to wear the sweatshirt of the college you aspired to. I was a rule-following nerd, but this was a step too far. I cut the collar off an old dress shirt and pinned it to a sweatshirt. Not a word was said, but that was probably because two of my classmates went to a thrift store and bought zoot suits, with high-waisted baggy pants, overly long jackets, and ties wide enough to serve as table cloths. These suits were more than 20 years out of fashion, and looked ridiculous. The duo got the usual “good talking-to”, but as far as I know there was no disciplinary action since they fulfilled the letter of the law. Good times!
I love your solution with the collar and that’s why I love rules. Breaking them requires so much creativity. No rules is kind of boring, I think.
Bill Watterson of Calvin and Hobbes fame would go above and beyond on a drawing if he was stuck with a weak idea. But he had a syndicate and hundreds of newspapers with their grubby hands out, constantly demanding new strips. I don't know what kind of deadlines you have, but for whatever it is worth, I haven't seen a strip of yours I haven't liked.
On the first day of General Chemistry I in college, the professor googled himself to illustrate how to get to his page on the college website. Google duly brought the correct name and chemistry professor combination up to the top of the page. The second entry was a registered sex offender with the same name. The remaining time in the class was awkward from that point on. (The offender lived in a different state and was thirty years younger than the professor.)
A VA psychologist I "worked with" went to college with a writer who broke into television. Upon learning that his friend had won an Emmy, he called to congratulate him, Turned out his friend was not the David Simon who created The Wire.
I wear a belt even if my pants don't have loops. Why was that not an option?
Good question!I tried to get that option to fit in the limited character space, but it was dangerously close to three in the morning and I was falling asleep. A lot of decisions are made out of whether or not I can keep my eyes open.
Some years ago I Googled myself.
One Michael H Schroeder was the director of the San Francisco Symphony.
One was semi-famous for B grade movies. (I ended up renting one, it was awful)
Another was a neurosurgeon. 50 miles from where I was living at the time.
Me, I was an engineer at NNS shipyard after serving 23 years in US Navy. Not a total loser, maybe just not motivated to make a big name for myself!
Life is funny.
One of the labs I worked at had a ridiculous rule that men had to wear businesses trousers. We were cooped up in clean suits ( think cdc outfits) most of the day, only escaping during lunch and coffee breaks.
I was allowed to wear a skirt.
When my colleague got talked to for wearing chino shorts ( because it's hot) I suggested he wear a skirt, because they are allowed. So he did.
He got another talking to but he pointed out where it said skirts were allowed, and got away with it.
I think the manager thought he would give up but he didn't. We would discuss his various skirts in the coffee room every time the boss came in, we made a point of it , things like " oh that colour skirt really suits you Dave" and " oh what a lovely skirt Dave, where did you buy it".
Small victories , so sweet.
That deserves an award of some sort. Well done.
To be fair, my maternal family name is Hardesty/ Hardesty, so Scottish, meaning I could wear a kilt....
Love this! I have been a fan of malicious compliance ever since I fractured my tailbone when my regulation stupidly baggy trousers got caught in a barbed wire fence.
Ouch! I hope it's all healed up nicely. I don't suppose they revisited the " regulation" trousers did they?
Do you ever wonder if google search invents parallel universes each time you use it and, but for a quirk of fate, you might be embodied in another universe as the people in one of the other results?
I think that would be an amazing science fiction short story. Google your parallel life. Surely there will be the same paid search results that will muck everything up.
I think I would end up in one with lots of walking sticks and chair lifts 😂
Technically, the plural of Stephen Beals would be Stephen Bealses.
Saying that sounds like some sort of clone invasion.
One of my many Googlegangers is a hedge fund manager, and he gets all the attention.
For years I was indeed the first result in searching for my name. Then someone with my name won a Pulitzer Prize. I’m no longer even in the first page.
That’s gotta be frustrating. Although, I think it was a Seinfeld episode where a guy had the same name as a serial killer. That has to be the worst. Then there’s David Mitchell who has to explain that he’s comedian David Mitchell and not novelist David Mitchell.
I’m happy with my plastic surgeon now.
My Google twin is a college professor. I was jealous until one search revealed that she was fired under some unnamed scandal. So, I guess I win?
You totally won. I think of the others as paths not taken in a multiverse. You didn’t get the one with the scandal.
The day is young. HA 😉
If you have a scandal, you’ll just need to top the other one.
Good point. Not sure I have enough opportunities, though. I'll work on getting out more.
I think you have to start attending fundraisers. Fundraisers usually have all of the good scandals.
🤣
Remember that only Stephen Beals who are in some way important get googlable at all, so you are insufferably important even by just being on the list.
Good point and your adverb was well placed. I’ve spent my life attempting to be sufferable.
“My comics are my pork chops,” is true gold!
One place I worked was, shall we say, rather cheap. You could take a week off anytime you wanted - so long as you could last a week without a paycheck. It was the expanded version of their sick leave policy. Maybe it was because I was a transplanted northerner and they were still upset about that whole Civil War thing, but then they treated their other employees as badly, so I'll go with rather cheap. (They also went bankrupt.)
Companies in America are really into punishing employees who are sick. It’s a sick mindset and the executives need to take some time off for that and try to get better.
You always have to remember, you have to be on the job to need a vacation. When you can hop on your personal jet to go to some destination to go to your 'Second Home' that is normally reserved as a once in a lifetime vacation destination for the average worker, you don't understand sick time. Its bad when even an hour lunch is timed to the second.....