I hurt my hand yesterday working in the yard. My mellow is definitely harshed.

We have/had a big pyracantha alongside the house for awhile.  It's gone now, but it took awhile to cut the stump flush to the ground.  On previous encounters, I'd put some of the cuttings in the yard waste bin, some in the brush pile.  Well, one of the branches that had gone into the brush pile was responsible for yesterday's injury.  Since it was too long to fit in the truck I decided to cut it with the saw I had in hand.  It's a Milwaukee Hackzall M12 version.  I fuckin love this saw, the pruning blade makes it the top predator in the yard, in the handheld weight class.  But it's important that the prey be immobilized before the killing stroke(s) are administered.

I grabbed the branch and started cutting immediately, but not for very long when I realized that I'd positioned my hand with the point of one of the longest thorns just beyond the second joint of my index finger of the holding hand.  Simultaneously applying fully power to the reciprocating saw with my right hand delivering 600 strokes per minute through my glove into the fucking tendon of my right index finger.

Ouch.

Bled through my insulated gloves, now the next morning after, it's still bigger than my thumb and anything more gymnastic than the OK symbol is an exercise in pain.

I. Hate. Pyracantha.

John Mulaney checked into rehab for cocaine and alcohol, after more than a decade sober. I mean, it's certainly better than the alternative, and good for him for being honest and getting help. Addiction is just a crushingly sad beast, that's all.

I understand and I totally feel the feelings you are feeling.

I'm glad you got it fixed, and I'm sorry that The Thing That Should Not Be existed.

Great job, by the way, tracking down the solution.

FOR ACTUAL FUCK'S SAKE:
Amazon just issued me a refund for the package that didn't arrive. It was about 20 minutes of trying to get to the chat window after following a bunch of circular dead ends. They don't make it easy. Once you run the gauntlet and get to the chat there is another gauntlet of circular dead ends until you finally get to speak some poor bastard in India. So, refund was issued.

I go outside to get to the basement (don't ask) and on my steps is the missing package from Monday. Someone left it there in the past couple of hours. Not the letter carrier bc she now puts them inside the door. And SHE showed up about a half an hour later with another package.

THEN the USPS calls me in regard to the pissing and moaning I've been doing via their dumbass website with even worse circular dead-ends. They "are very sorry this keeps happening to me" I suspect that my letter carrier is going to get a spanking. I hope it doesn't come back to me, but it probably will. Oh well.

I look at my email and it turns out Amazon has gone on a refunding spree and issued refunds for everything that was in that order despite it being sent in several boxes AND me not asking for refunds for those other items. I try to go to amazon to tell them to claw back my refunds but there is no easy way to to do that. Not an option anywhere. I go to the chat window which was in recent history and try that way but I am met with the circular gauntlet and give up.
I will spend time trying to get my money back but I am less motivated to spend time to help you get YOUR money back.

Whatevs. Merry Xmas all the ones.
 

offs they've split the new 2nd package into two packages....... and the part that is needed to go with the thing in the first box is not yet dispatched.....   and it's something I overpaid for but needs must.....

Adventures in shipping. The lad tried to buy lil Pete this chunky knitted blanket, but was concerned when the shipping notice didn't have a tracking number. The package does arrive and the "blanket" is 24" square. lol Refund battle ensues.

Motherfuckers.

man, I was hoping the word ass thread died with the old board ;)

I don't think I can get my money now -that bankruptcy is long over.  But I'mm'a sure gonna make it hell for the FSA company in the hope they'll pay up to shut me up.  I just want what's mine.  It didn't belong to my employer.  
 

You've done it before and you will do it again.
BigV, BigV, BigV
You can do it.

T minus 34 minutes and counting

Entering maximum stress zone

*********

workspace cleared, system test repeated, confirmed adequate, been to the toilet, computer plugged in, phone on DND, 

I sincerely appreciate the support of my friends.  Thank you.

Quick update

The test was scheduled to start about twenty minutes ago.  I've been frantically preparing for the test, not just studying, but preparing my work area, etc.  They let you check in 30 minutes prior to the start of the test.  I've run the system test a dozen times, I know how that part works, it's a little sample "test" to verify your computer can do what they need it to do.  I decided to check in at T minus twenty.. been to the login page many times, been to the dashboard many times, I kinda know my way around, the familiarity is nice.  I decide to enter the testing area and .. weird, wtf. I re read the email, do this do that do the other thing, did'em all.  No test.  I go back, again, and read for tricks and traps, magic eye style, turns out there's a button called "Begin Test".

Oh.

So easy, why didn't you say so.

Begin Test, begin test.. .button button, who's got the button.  There is NO BEGIN TEST BUTTON ANYWHERE. I disabled all the privacy controls and malware filters on the pages, nothin.

Meanwhile the clock is ticking down to start time and I can't find the starting line.  I'm stuck somewhere in the goddamn locker room.  They have a very elaborate website (I should note here that at this point I'm dealing with Pearson VUE, they administer tests for LOTS of organizations, not just CompTIA).  I'm sure you've had this experience, you are having trouble and you want to talk with someone.  But the contact us info is elusive, bordering on pathetic.  Why would I need the street address of your global headquarters?  My test starts in ONE MINUTE, I'm not going to put quill to parchment and hang it out for the pony express. 

Phone number?  Ok, turns out they have one, and it's toll free.  Yay.  for calls from Monday to Friday.  JFC.

Oh look, a live chat button.  Test was supposed to start one minute ago.  Stress level at about mid zombie apocalypse.  The agent gets on the ... line? and asks what she can do to help me today.  So laggy, I want to take my test please please please.  She's so slow, the call and response is glacial.  Now what is the email address?  What is your registration number?  What is your home address?  --  All legit questions -- but should be asked all at once at Alvin and the Chipmunks speed.  I find the answers, clicking through the tabs I have open and share my bona fides with her.

waiting....



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Well, I have found your appointment for the test, it's scheduled for 10 Jan 2021, 11:15 PM PST, checkin opens at 10:45 PM PST.  Is there anything else I can help you with?

*clicks over to the reservation screen on my test confirmation page*
*blinks*
*injures hand facepalming*

Well, you're right, that's on me.

skipping ahead, that same page offers the option to reschedule.  Which I do for 12:30 PM, today.  By the time I click the confirm button, that appointment is no longer available.  Wow.  So now, it's pushed back to 1:15 PM today, check in at 12;45.

jeebus.

#PEBCAK

No longer harshing the mellow then, eh?
Well done!

 

Yay BigV!!!