"Only works on IE7", fails security evaluation. Can't fix it. Needs to be upgraded. Upgrade version, breaks it. Revert version. Loop indefinitely. Software dev support is bullshit.
How the fuck is this even possible?
Part of my job is generating previews of our content for the sales team to give to prospective clients or renewals. These previews expire on a schedule at the end of the year so people can't just take the links and use them indefinitely. Sales knows this. They also know making these is a simple but stupidly time intensive task. Early December, give the sales team the heads up that all the previews are about to expire Jan 1st and to let me know what specific content they need for the beginning of the year so I can prep it for them. They tell me they'll let me know.
A week before I go on vacation, another reminder to sales:
me: "Please let me know what previews you'll need at the beginning of the year, so I can make fresh links for you before Jan 1st when they all expire."
sales: "Thanks, it looks like we're already good to go."
Today:
sales: "Was just informed that all of our preview links no longer work."
me: *sigh* "Yes, it's past the Jan 1st scheduled expiration date. Let me know which specific mods you need and I'll get them as soon as I can"
sales: "We need the entire library of English content"
me: ...
I would have thought the same thing if my cousin hadn't told us over Christmas that his wife had hit the garage twice.
Wait, shit I hope fred isn't my cousin.
As someone who carves up diabetic feet wounds from time to time during the week, there's not much antibiotics can do for wounds of a diabetic source, since it's from ischemia and not infection. Unless he decides that now is finally the time to take his diabetes extra-super-fucking-priority-number-one-in-life-serious, it's going to be a now quickly progressing series of limb(s) amputations until there's nothing left and it's dying time. Diabetes is no fucking joke.
Laughs in humanYes so fucking easy to not be an idiot and just do what's required to...ya know...not die.
My dad.
So for the past 15 or so years hes had problems with ulcers/sores on his foot. This guy has been in and out of hospitals and doctors offices during time this trying to fix his foot. Im an in no way shape or form exaggerating when I say the government has probably spent over a million dollars on trying to "fix" his foot. Over the 15 years hes been in the hospital for a few surgeries for months at a time to have toes removed and to have bone from his foot itself removed or to just deal with the ulcers. Countless doctors visits for getting special boot fitted for him. From everything thats happened and what he says its almost certainly diabetes related but he admittedly admits he doesnt have diabetes and that the sores are due to bone spurs(something he says he dealt with while working for 30-40 years....).
Well last week he had half of his foot amputated because of course like all diabetics their foot ends up necrotic. So now hes in a hospital somewhere in Georgia and will be in it for another month at least. Knowing how all this plays out it means we will likely be taking care of his affairs in the near future and this is where it becomes jimmy rustling. Hes basically a nomad, he doesnt have a actual home. He has an rv and some stuff in storage here in middle of no where Arizona, he has a "summer home" in Minnesota and now hes in Georgia. So if he dies in the next month or so its going to be a real pain in the ass to deal with all this stuff. To add to it he has no will atm so we have no idea what he actually has or where its specifically at.
His situation is truly absurd because his brother went down the exact same path with diabetes, all while living at my fathers house! His brother was an obese man who of course did not manage his diabetes. First it started with losing some toes, then his entire foot then not long after his life. All in my dad's house.
I was more thinking Osteo since it got amputated but if you really do the carving I will defer to you. I guess I may have never met the non-infected ones. What about a non-infected ischemic foot would lead to a month long hospitalization?As someone who carves up diabetic feet wounds from time to time during the week, there's not much antibiotics can do for wounds of a diabetic source, since it's from ischemia and not infection. Unless he decides that now is finally the time to take his diabetes extra-super-fucking-priority-number-one-in-life-serious, it's going to be a now quickly progressing series of limb(s) amputations until there's nothing left and it's dying time. Diabetes is no fucking joke.
Talked to him today and he said hes getting transferred to some care facility. He said the bone is infected so he will be wherever that facility is for 4-6 weeks.As someone who carves up diabetic feet wounds from time to time during the week, there's not much antibiotics can do for wounds of a diabetic source, since it's from ischemia and not infection. Unless he decides that now is finally the time to take his diabetes extra-super-fucking-priority-number-one-in-life-serious, it's going to be a now quickly progressing series of limb(s) amputations until there's nothing left and it's dying time. Diabetes is no fucking joke.
Haha martyr is the exact opposite of my dad. Hes the most selfish person in the world, which is why this is all jimmy rustling. Was literally never there for any of kids. He was a man who only cared about two things in life; beer and fucking the nastiest bar skanks imaginable.Yeah, not long before my dad checked out he had the foot issues, didn't lose his foot, but had open sores that wouldn't heal, then a TIA. My Dad also didn't have a Will, but had all of his beneficiaries set to his wife, so mom got everything, even though she and my older brother, is what caused his swift trajectory into the Earth. It seems like to me, you see types of men from the Baby Boom were especially conditioned to be self sacrificing slaves, I guess it was better to be raised by a martyr, then some type of dreg.
Even my FIL to be, a prototypical man's man, holds his wife up on a mantle, in his own words.
And it's not easy to break out of that mental retardation, and that sick mind-set of "soul mates", and bull shit.
Something something /psychologist, so this explains big P's gigantic loud hatred of tatt's and trashy women in general.Talked to him today and he said hes getting transferred to some care facility. He said the bone is infected so he will be wherever that facility is for 4-6 weeks.
Haha martyr is the exact opposite of my dad. Hes the most selfish person in the world, which is why this is all jimmy rustling. Was literally never there for any of kids. He was a man who only cared about two things in life; beer and fucking the nastiest bar skanks imaginable.
The collection of documents will be between 300-500 pages.
human version of "The Game"