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Rant Thread

I poke a lot of fun at engineers because I work with so many on a daily basis, and at least here we don't seem to get the cream of the crop.

That said, I currently work with two who absolutely humble me with their knowledge of physics and dynamics and offer designs and solutions that blow my mind.

I for sure am not one who would ever think I could do the job of a truly gifted engineer. Once I got to advanced algebra, trig and applied physics I was done and stuck to technology. Now I just get to babysit engineers. :ror:
 
It must be a common thing with engineers. I'm an engineer, but not that kind of engineer. I spend my days putting 1s and 0s where they belong, otherwise known as a network engineer. I constantly encounter other network engineers that don't even have basic trouble shooting skills nailed down, but somehow they have a network engineer title. I ran a call one day that was an hours drive each way for a customer circuit that was down. Got up there, and their engineer simply hadn't seated the CAT5 cable completely into the switch port. :roll:

It took me years to work my way up to an engineer role, and there are still days where I struggle with some of the issues I'm given. But, that's part of this career. If you don't want to be constantly having to learn new things, this isn't the career for you. And if you don't want to be on call 24/7, then this isn't the career for you. There are days I hate my job, mostly how much it intrudes on my personal life. But overall, I generally like it, and I'm a nerd anyway so it suits me. And, thus far, it pays for my bills with enough left over for my hobbies.
 
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I'm an engineer, but not that kind of engineer.

You realize playing with electric trains while wearing the striped hat doesn't count. ;-)

Out of place here, but since the moment has passed...I completely spaced that you would probably have appreciated this one my son sent me (he's a network tech in the AF)

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It must be a common thing with engineers.

I think it's common across the board. You have great ones and then hacks in all walks of life.

You realize playing with electric trains while wearing the striped hat doesn't count. ;-)

Out of place here, but since the moment has passed...I completely spaced that you would probably have appreciated this one my son sent me (he's a network tech in the AF)

Funny because as a kid I had a "train driver's" hat and when I learned they were called engineers I was so confused. :lmao:

I also think the term "engineer" has been so overused and washed out over the years. Engineer should mean something and it did in the past. But now so many non-engineer positions and people that clearly aren't engineers are given the title so it's devalued the title.

Hell I work with another engineer (my boss) and he has three other people under him that have no degree or degrees about as good as liberal arts and they are still called engineers here.
 
I think it's common across the board. You have great ones and then hacks in all walks of life.



Funny because as a kid I had a "train driver's" hat and when I learned they were called engineers I was so confused. :lmao:

I also think the term "engineer" has been so overused and washed out over the years. Engineer should mean something and it did in the past. But now so many non-engineer positions and people that clearly aren't engineers are given the title so it's devalued the title.

Hell I work with another engineer (my boss) and he has three other people under him that have no degree or degrees about as good as liberal arts and they are still called engineers here.

I work in an industry where I sell to "building/maintenance engineers". Chiefly, guys that run multi-million dollar facilities in hospitals, colleges, ect... When I sell to one of these "engineers", I expect them to actually know what they are doing on their end. Without getting into stories, it is frustrating to realize that, with my 3 years of experience in this industry, I run across guys with 20 years "experience" making 4 times what I make and know 1/2 as much. :roll:
 
Closest I can get to the engineer topic is to comment that when I was a kid, I had a teddy bear that wore a train-conductors hat and I believe that the lil bastards name was Casey or something.

Phone etiquette rant-

1. Please don't put your damn kid on the phone with me. I realize you have a new offspring that you're proud of... I get it. But Judas Priest... Billy and I have nothing in common, I assure you! I don't care that he's only four and can recite the alphabet or that he doesn't crap in his pants anymore or that he can say cute crap. Fact is that the garbled nonsensical words and sounds do nothing for me and I have no desire to decipher whatever in the hell he's trying to say in between the long stretches of silence. If he can't even tell me what the weather's like in his neck of the woods, then I assure you that he and I are going to be at an impasse. Please... Put Daddy or Mommy back on the phone you nose-picking little mess.

2. If I'm talking with you and attempting to resolve whatever issue that you're having, for the love of God PLEASE don't call your significant other and ask that I talk to them about it! It's bad enough that you yourself can't coherently convey to me what your problem is, but I assure you that "Home alone drunk Bob" isn't going to lend much help to the situation. Now I have to not only give information to you, but Bob as well. Bob isn't helping because he's now more confused than YOU are. Oh... and someone must be texting or calling cause you're phone is now beeping like a robot having a seizure and the call is cutting out so I can't even tell what Bob is saying anymore. Lastly... Your phone is effing DISGUSTING. If you think that I have a desire to continue holding this bacteria-laden petri-dish up to my ear any longer, you are very much mistaken. Tell Bob to come in and see me and we can go from there but this mangled three-way isn't helping!
 
I also think the term "engineer" has been so overused and washed out over the years. Engineer should mean something and it did in the past. But now so many non-engineer positions and people that clearly aren't engineers are given the title so it's devalued the title.

Hell I work with another engineer (my boss) and he has three other people under him that have no degree or degrees about as good as liberal arts and they are still called engineers here.

Our European parent company wanted us to be called Lab Engineers. I said hell, no...we're Engineering Lab Technicians like our degrees say, leave it alone!

Closest I can get to the engineer topic is to comment that when I was a kid, I had a teddy bear that wore a train-conductors hat and I believe that the lil bastards name was Casey or something.

Phone etiquette rant-

1. Please don't put your damn kid on the phone with me. I realize you have a new offspring that you're proud of... I get it. But Judas Priest... Billy and I have nothing in common, I assure you! I don't care that he's only four and can recite the alphabet or that he doesn't crap in his pants anymore or that he can say cute crap. Fact is that the garbled nonsensical words and sounds do nothing for me and I have no desire to decipher whatever in the hell he's trying to say in between the long stretches of silence. If he can't even tell me what the weather's like in his neck of the woods, then I assure you that he and I are going to be at an impasse. Please... Put Daddy or Mommy back on the phone you nose-picking little mess.

2. If I'm talking with you and attempting to resolve whatever issue that you're having, for the love of God PLEASE don't call your significant other and ask that I talk to them about it! It's bad enough that you yourself can't coherently convey to me what your problem is, but I assure you that "Home alone drunk Bob" isn't going to lend much help to the situation. Now I have to not only give information to you, but Bob as well. Bob isn't helping because he's now more confused than YOU are. Oh... and someone must be texting or calling cause you're phone is now beeping like a robot having a seizure and the call is cutting out so I can't even tell what Bob is saying anymore. Lastly... Your phone is effing DISGUSTING. If you think that I have a desire to continue holding this bacteria-laden petri-dish up to my ear any longer, you are very much mistaken. Tell Bob to come in and see me and we can go from there but this mangled three-way isn't helping!

:lmao::lmao:
 
Closest I can get to the engineer topic is to comment that when I was a kid, I had a teddy bear that wore a train-conductors hat and I believe that the lil bastards name was Casey or something.

Phone etiquette rant-

1. Please don't put your damn kid on the phone with me. I realize you have a new offspring that you're proud of... I get it. But Judas Priest... Billy and I have nothing in common, I assure you! I don't care that he's only four and can recite the alphabet or that he doesn't crap in his pants anymore or that he can say cute crap. Fact is that the garbled nonsensical words and sounds do nothing for me and I have no desire to decipher whatever in the hell he's trying to say in between the long stretches of silence. If he can't even tell me what the weather's like in his neck of the woods, then I assure you that he and I are going to be at an impasse. Please... Put Daddy or Mommy back on the phone you nose-picking little mess.

2. If I'm talking with you and attempting to resolve whatever issue that you're having, for the love of God PLEASE don't call your significant other and ask that I talk to them about it! It's bad enough that you yourself can't coherently convey to me what your problem is, but I assure you that "Home alone drunk Bob" isn't going to lend much help to the situation. Now I have to not only give information to you, but Bob as well. Bob isn't helping because he's now more confused than YOU are. Oh... and someone must be texting or calling cause you're phone is now beeping like a robot having a seizure and the call is cutting out so I can't even tell what Bob is saying anymore. Lastly... Your phone is effing DISGUSTING. If you think that I have a desire to continue holding this bacteria-laden petri-dish up to my ear any longer, you are very much mistaken. Tell Bob to come in and see me and we can go from there but this mangled three-way isn't helping!

There's a meme on Facebook that says something about new moms being the absolute most annoying thing on the planet. It's so true! Your bundle of joy really isn't that much different than the other billion infants on this planet. Sorry! :lmao:


Our European parent company wanted us to be called Lab Engineers. I said hell, no...we're Engineering Lab Technicians like our degrees say, leave it alone!

Respect! "thumbsup"
 
Although I'm not on FB, I can only imagine lol. I do lurk on imgur so I see a lot of the social-media woes there, but yea... I'll bet the birthing millennial's are absolute units of self-induced righteousness and pride. For me it's my friends that live far away that seem to have the incessant need for me to hear their brood babble. I love my friends as they're like brothers to me, but I hate that every other time we talk on the phone, that they somehow think it's beneficial, uplifting, or warranted that I hear little William try to communicate what he's going to be for Halloween or what Mommy made for dinner last night. It's not only wasting my time but it's just so damned awkward. Give the kid a beer and put 'em down for a nap before calling me... please.
 
You realize playing with electric trains while wearing the striped hat doesn't count. ;-)

Out of place here, but since the moment has passed...I completely spaced that you would probably have appreciated this one my son sent me (he's a network tech in the AF)

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Shhhh, quiet you. I don't tell anyone about that hobby. :mrgreen: Oddly enough, when I quit my construction job years ago to back to school to be a mechanical engineer (decided otherwise after talking to a long term ME that was a neighbor of mine), one of the guys on my crew legit asked; "You mean like the guy that wears the hat and drives the train? Hell, you don't have to go to college for that, I know a guy that does it, and he didn't go to school for it." :lmao:
 
Canada Post!

Hey guys, a couple weeks back I bought a motor from “distinctive pd”. He sent it as soon as he could, but the ladies at my local rural post office don’t have any clue where it has landed, but the tracking number says delivered to Frog Lake AB Canada, and trust me those ladies looked high, and low all over that single room building, and I’m convinced it’s not there.

Normally I’m a patient person, but I’ve wanted a 550 Holmes Hobbies sensored revolver for years...

I’m hoping it has landed in the local town post office, and that we find it before it gets sent back to the sender.

Fawking postal strikes! If there were more currier options where I live, I’d forgo using Canada post altogether, all my bill statements are sent through e-mail, I just use Canada Post for packages...and maybe the local paper (gotta line the bird cage with something).
 
Yesterday in the news on TV i saw a 9 year old kid, that had 250.000 Dkkr worth of brand clothe in his closet,,,,, Jesus Christ in a year or 2 he will have outgrown it.
250.000 DKkr = 38.200 USD


In any way you ask me will that be sick.
 
I'm currently troubleshooting internet issues and oddly enough I can get on to RCCrawler but all other sites I try get a connection time out.

Yesterday our internet went down and my co-worker called in to AT&T and the tech had her do a hard reset on the modem saying it has a software issue, well now the internet is back up but the hard reset has wiped out all of our settings. I'm also stuck here by myself and cant really get tied up on the phone with AT&T.

I get error 651 but cant search for what that is.
 
I'm currently troubleshooting internet issues and oddly enough I can get on to RCCrawler but all other sites I try get a connection time out.

Yesterday our internet went down and my co-worker called in to AT&T and the tech had her do a hard reset on the modem saying it has a software issue, well now the internet is back up but the hard reset has wiped out all of our settings. I'm also stuck here by myself and cant really get tied up on the phone with AT&T.

I get error 651 but cant search for what that is.


"Error 651 occurs in windows operating system because of some network problem and specially when we try to establish internet connection using PPPoE connections or another related issue. ... Sometimes internet service provider is the responsible for error 651."

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Hey thanks for that guys, I got it solved. the issue as I predicted was all from the tech telling us to hard reset the router and wiping out all its settings in doing so. The other Tech I spoke with today said "why would he do that" to which I agreed. I just needed to update a few of the router settings and was back in business.

I'm still not sure how I was able to get onto the RCCrawler when I couldnt do anything else, I'm guessing its because its so old of a format (not HTML)
 

My mother in law

I came home and when I walked in the front door I immediately smelled the scent they add to natural gas . . . she never turned off the stove - the burner wasn't on but you could hear gas coming out . . .

I came home one day and went to the kitchen . . . heard the sound of running water . . . went into the bathroom and water was gushing out of the sink

At the dinner table she can't seem to utter a single word unless her mouth is totally stuffed with food

There is no way you will have control of the TV when she's in the house - she has a line up of shows she HAS to watch

She enjoys reading the bible and she is always quick to tell me how I'm going to hell for . . . practically everything . . . when I arrive in hell and look around - as long as she's not there, then hell really won't be as bad as they say

Her "visits" are supposed to last for a week - about four times a year - the last "visit" was more than three weeks

And if you don't agree with her political viewpoints then she will let you know you are unpatriotic, stupid, and irresponsible and people like me are the reason why prices are so damn high

She complains she doesn't like our food but she's always eating plenty of it - lots of it

She falls asleep all over the house and she snores

When she wants to go somewhere she expects me to stop working (I work from the house half of my time) and take her to the library, to the drug store, or to the senior center at the park

And she's due for another visit soon

I now have three 750ml bottles of Knob Creek, 100 proof, inside my desk cabinet

Wish me luck
 
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