• HeyJoe@lemmy.world
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    6 months ago

    Much easier if you use a knife and spread the pile thin, then separate the sides using the knife to quickly identify which ones should be together.

  • RegalPotoo@lemmy.world
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    6 months ago

    In highschool I worked a shitty job at a butchery, and one day the boss decided to “test how smart” I was or something by asking me to get him 1000 wooden skewers out of the box.

    Being an attention to detail kind of person, I spent a few minutes counting out 1000 cos I wanted to make sure I gave him exactly what he asked for - wouldn’t want a customer to order 1000 and get 995 or something cos I miscounted right?

    Apparently not, cos that was the dumb way to do it - boss slapped 10 skewers on the scale then weighed out 100x that and was really proud until I pointed out that the certificate of accuracy only guaranteed the scale to +/- 2 skewers, then apparently I’m a “smart ass”. Can’t win with some people

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      6 months ago

      Having worked many years in a warehouse, including picking, putting away, and inventorying tiny parts, I can assure you of one thing. The relevancy of the scale’s accuracy is inversely proportionate to how long you’ve been working there.

  • Etterra@lemmy.world
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    6 months ago

    Okay two things. First of all, whoever cropped this picture is an idiot.

    Second of all the master level of this prank happened to my dad before I was born.

    He, and several of his brothers, worked in the construction of the Sears Tower in Chicago. They’d routinely use the crane to get to whatever floor they were working on. My dad was the newest guy, and one time they told him to go get the coffee from the truck at the bottom. So down he went, but then some wiseass told him he couldn’t take the coffee up on the crane. So he walked. And walked. And walked. It took a month of Sundays to make it to the work site. It was either the funniest or worst thing ever, depending on which of my family members was retelling the story.

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      6 months ago

      “A month of sundays” - idiom for “a very long time”. Dropping this for others who might not know it (please ignore)