I got hit by a car riding my bike home from work yesterday. It was in downtown Berkeley, so a mob of Berkeley drivers chased the asshole down. As each passed by me in pursuit, every one of them gave me a “I’m gonna get that motherfucker for you!” motion and sped off. It made me laugh.
Luckily, I just have a sprained wrist and I’m missing some skin from my palms.
What’s entertaining is the driver who hit me called later that night to “check” on me. Except, the conversation quickly turned into her trying to convince me I was at fault. She’d just been lectured by a crowd of angry drivers that afternoon about how flagrantly in the wrong she was. I guess that caused some loopy denial.
Brendan
4922
So it was a hit and run? Nasty.
Yeah, I think she would’ve just gone home if it wasn’t for the crowd of angry Berkeley drivers chasing her. I was able to catch up with her, and exchanged contact info.
The Berkeley PD are doing whatever they do in these types of situations.
Acid
4924
I dunno about that, but I do know if there is a god (or gods) I have a few harsh words for when we meet.
Raife
4925
I think that’s pretty common. A woman backed into me when my car was stopped a few years ago and though she was apologetic at the time, she later claimed I was at fault. From the damage, it was clear who hit who, so my insurance company had fun with that one.
Same thing happened to me, once, at the veterinarian’s office. I was parked, with the keys out of the ignition, when some lady in a minivan backed into me and cracked the bumper.
It was my neighbor’s car, actually, and I was driving it while they held the critter that was going in for a checkup. So they got to deal with the insurance company, and not me.
Right after the other driver got home, her husband reportedly got mad at her for potentially raising their rates, and convinced her to file a false report claiming that I hit [/i]her[/i] vehicle. She eventually recanted (perhaps out of guilt), though.
Enidigm
4927
So i broke down and finally bought a dSLR. Fedex says delivered 10:30am. I walk out my front door at 12:00 to grab some lunch and there’s nothing there. I thought it just hadn’t been delivered until i just checked. I’ve never had any problems before, never had any break-ins or thefts at my house in the two years i’ve lived here, and at that time of day, it seems unlikely to have been random. If it was delivered and stolen that probably means it was picked up by one of my common as dirt neighbors. Bleh.
BAHHHH. I work as an electrician, so during work a mistake was made in the wiring, a wire was drilled through and I lost about 6 feet of #12 wire, and about 15 minutes replacing it. Later that evening his wife accidentally nukes his computer. He tells me to fix it, and laughs at me fix it and I’ll forgive that wire you had to replace. This is about $3 worth of wire and we regularly lose small chunks of wire like this either at the ends of rolls or through other first year mistakes.
So knowing that I know a fair bit about computers, and I’ve helped in the past with a few small things for free because he’s a nice guy and hey it helps to get in good with the boss. But this time… this time took awhile, I had to reinstall everything and then recover all his business documents, his wifes and childrens music libraries, and then set it all up for him. All told I was at work for 18 hours that day, 2-3 of which was fixing this stuff. His wife told me to put the hours down, I thought hell I’m putting the hours down since he told me while I was at work to go fix it, and today he calls me up and tells me he’s been looking at my time sheet… and that I put those hours down. He wants me to take those hours off my next time sheet, because I wasn’t at work and besides we had that agreement…
You tell me to do something while I’m at work, you tell don’t ask, is it unreasonable to assume that I’m getting paid to do this? Especially when it takes me until midnight on a friday?
All told I’m getting tired of his garbage, time off whenever I want (when its also convenient for him) is not good enough to compensate for not being allowed breaks, mandatory 15 hour days without overtime pay (banked hours instead) in a 6 day work week when I was told when I applied that it was a 12 hour day 4 day work week with. The explanation given for this relatively recent change in company policy being that not enough people were taking advantage of the old work week, instead working what we have now. Why the hell should the sane few of us have to work what the workaholics at the company work?
kerzain
4930
Too bad you aren’t part of a union. You’re being exploited.
Yes I know, but the confusing part is that in this 10 man small business 7 of are perfectly ok with working 130 hour work weeks every god dam week, for months, and look down on those of us who state that we’d like to do more than work, eat, and sleep 6 hours because apparently that’s normal to them because that’s all they’ve ever done since they were 15-16 (Mennonites etc).
Which is really disappointing, because aside from the awful awful hours the company is great to work for, does great work, and is filled with fun, if bland people.
Leah_C
4932
This didn’t happen to me, but I sure am upset about it.
My brother was out celebrating his 30th bday with friends last night. His motorcycle was parked outside of the cafe where they were all hanging out. He was sitting on his bike talking to his friends when a drunk driver was texting and ran full-speed into the car parked behind his bike. He was pinned between the car and bike.
His left shoulder was badly dislocated. It took an hour for them to get it back in and it’ll be immobilized for at least 3 weeks. His right leg, the one that was pinned, is broken. Three ligaments are also torn completely. One totally shattered and is basically no longer there. He’s in the hospital til Wednesday and is having two surgeries to rebuild his knee on Monday. Luckily he’s gotten into the habit of putting his helmet on before he gets on, so he escaped with no head injuries. The girl who was driving is in jail. Unfortunately for her, they didn’t get her in the cop car quick enough to keep my brother’s girlfriend off of her. The police had to remove his gf from the driver.
My siblings and I are going to take turns flying to Orlando to take care of him.
If anyone can suggest DS games that can be played with one hand, he’d greatly appreciate that.
If he likes electronic music, the Korg DS-10 is fucking awesome. (I picked that up recently on an Amazon deal, and I’ve been fiddling with it for a couple hours a day since)
Brendan
4934
Our cat has gone missing. She hasn’t been home since yesterday afternoon and has missed two feeds since which is completely unheard of. She’s a complete house cat. She is also not the brightest cat which has us worried.
Edit: Found her in our neighbour’s garage. Stupid cat.
Kalle
4935
Haha. Stupid cat, indeed.
WarrenM
4936
Was feeling like crap all day Friday and it really cranked up on Saturday. I was a mess. My throat was practically seized because it hurt so bad and my fever was constantly rising. All I wanted to do was sleep. That was the only thing that felt good. I couldn’t even really communicate beyond grunts and hand waving because I was so tired and disoriented.
Around 9pm, my fever hit 103 and my wife dragged me out of bed and down to the emergency room. A good dose of tylenol, an hours worth of IV fluid drip, a few x-rays, and a couple of tests for ‘bad stuff’ and I feel WAY better today. Not cured, obviously, but now it just feels like a bad cold rather than Satan playing the drums inside my skull.
Juste
4937
Bought myself a new car! Well, not new but as good as. Our old car died in the middle of rush hour last week and stopped all throughfare traffic in Oslo for about 25 minutes. Clutch and gearbox blown, so not much to do when the car is as old as it was. We went looking for a new car yesterday and ended up with a 2003 Nissan Primera that only had 38.000 km on it so it’s like new.
Actual workplace conversation:
Boss: Check if we’ve got Friday off.
Me: Hey, we’ve got Friday off.
Boss’ hot girlfriend (also co-worker): What for?
Me: Good Friday.
Boss: Don’t you mean CLASH OF THE TITANS Friday?
Me: Indeed I do, and I’d better see you in church.
Boss: Yeah, so… IMAX?
Boss’ girlfriend: Neeeeeeerds.
It bears noting that BHG has a tattoo of Samus Aran on her calf and thus no room whatsoever to cast aspersions of nerd-dom.
Juste
4940
Well, the girlfriend, but yes she was the one. Sorry about that Thoro :P
