• oheso (unregistered) in reply to English Man
    English Man:
    Except when they get to run the country of course, then it's terrifying in case they forget which countries are which and bomb the wrong one.

    Whatever. Why do you think we keep making larger bombs? We're sure to hit something ...

  • harry (unregistered)

    if they had heated flooring, more fish would survive the winter obviously they get freezing cold feet...

    www.heated-flooring.org

  • (cs) in reply to Rayven
    Rayven:
    This reminds me of a job I got lumbered with when I was still trying to break my way in the IT world.

    I had been taken on by a firm manufacturing (amongst other things) the optical HUD displays for pilots. I thought it would be an ideal break and was willing to do what it took to prove myself. What I wasn't prepared for was the job they had in mind.

    They had closed down 2 factories and consolidated themselves into one factory. As such they needed to update their asset register with the stock that had been moved. This entailed (and I was warned about this), locating invoices, calling them up on the system, checking them and entering details into the asset register where it was incomplete.

    What I was not warned about was that the invoices had been stored in an old, leaking scout hut at the end of a muddy field (I kid you not). The boxes containing the invoices were coated in mildew (I brought rubber gloves after the first day - and wellies), and they smelt as fresh as roses (allowed to decompose in manure).

    It was obvious from day one that the boss regarded me as little more than a cockroach and made my life a misery, but I persevered for a couple of months, trudging down the field, hauling a decaying box back to the office and peeling the invoices apart.

    After one such journey, in the freezing rain through what had now become a quagmire, I was reprimanded in an open office by my boss at the top of his voice that I was wasting too much time and was too slow (in my defense I did spend several minutes trying to free one of my boots after it became mired down). I think at this point both he and I knew that I wasn't going to be there much longer, so I made a suggestion that if I could come in an hour early, I had an idea that might help me work more efficiently. He grumbled and said he'd tell security to let me in.

    When the office staff arrived they discovered that I had brought about two dozen boxes from the end of the field directly to the office (I had borrowed a friend's small ATV to help). It was worth every second of the time to see the colour on the face of my boss fluctuate between red of anger and green as the smell hit.

    He ordered me to remove them and I quit on the spot. A few of the office staff caught up with me on the way out for a quiet pat on the back because no one liked him.

    Oddly enough this is one job that I never put on my resume.

    FTFY. Great comment/story, but needed a little breathing room :-)

  • Garmoran (unregistered) in reply to Ron
    Ron:
    123:
    Does anyone actually believe this story is true?

    And even if THAT passed the smell test, why does he not resign ON THE SPOT at the first sign of dishonesty? (This is the guy who arbores dishonesty, right?)

    To arbore ... must be something to do with trees... ... I've heard of a plant called honesty, dishonesty must be something similar, maybe with dish-shaped leaves or something.

    Hey, this is TDWTF isn't it?

  • (cs)

    I don't get it. Why would fresh fish that has been kept on ice smell bad?

  • Rayven (unregistered) in reply to H.P. Lovecraft
    H.P. Lovecraft:
    Rayven:
    This reminds me of a job I got lumbered with when I was still trying to break my way in the IT world. I had been taken on by a firm manufacturing (amongst other things) the optical HUD displays for pilots. I thought it would be an ideal break and was willing to do what it took to prove myself. What I wasn't prepared for was the job they had in mind. They had closed down 2 factories and consolidated themselves into one factory. As such they needed to update their asset register with the stock that had been moved. This entailed (and I was warned about this), locating invoices, calling them up on the system, checking them and entering details into the asset register where it was incomplete. What I was not warned about was that the invoices had been stored in an old, leaking scout hut at the end of a muddy field (I kid you not). The boxes containing the invoices were coated in mildew (I brought rubber gloves after the first day - and wellies), and they smelt as fresh as roses (allowed to decompose in manure). It was obvious from day one that the boss regarded me as little more than a cockroach and made my life a misery, but I persevered for a couple of months, trudging down the field, hauling a decaying box back to the office and peeling the invoices apart. After one such journey, in the freezing rain through what had now become a quagmire, I was reprimanded in an open office by my boss at the top of his voice that I was wasting too much time and was too slow (in my defense I did spend several minutes trying to free one of my boots after it became mired down). I think at this point both he and I knew that I wasn't going to be there much longer, so I made a suggestion that if I could come in an hour early, I had an idea that might help me work more efficiently. He grumbled and said he'd tell security to let me in. When the office staff arrived they discovered that I had brought about two dozen boxes from the end of the field directly to the office (I had borrowed a friend's small ATV to help). It was worth every second of the time to see the colour on the face of my boss fluctuate between red of anger and green as the smell hit. He ordered me to remove them and I quit on the spot. A few of the office staff caught up with me on the way out for a quiet pat on the back because no one liked him. Oddly enough this is one job that I never put on my resume.

    Two words.

    Paragraphs.

    Wait that was one word.

    Use Paragraphs.

    Much better.

    Oops!

    The rule here is: "Never copy and paste without checking the result"

    Sorry :(

  • Huzzah! (unregistered) in reply to Rootbeer

    Because fish, fresh or otherwise, just plain smells bad and everything picks up its stink. I'd rather be forced to enjoy the disgustingly disturbing of overripe durian than have to sit near fish.

  • APH (unregistered)

    Correction, this was originally published on 2006-11-22. http://thedailywtf.com/Articles/Print_or_Fish.aspx

    Sadly, the comments back then are of approximately the same quality.

  • fnord (unregistered)

    Not a comment on the article, but a point about the Trackback URLs. I was wondering when someone would get around to using them for spamvertising purposes.

  • Fishy (unregistered) in reply to Rootbeer
    Rootbeer:
    I don't get it. Why would fresh fish that has been kept on ice smell bad?
    Because ice isn't an anti-odorant, genius. It may keep it fresh but it doesn't stop it from smelling like fish. FYI, I used to live in the biggest fishing villiage in England so I know this all too well - it's still ingrained into my very psyche.
  • Anonymous (unregistered) in reply to fnord
    fnord:
    Not a comment on the article, but a point about the Trackback URLs. I was wondering when someone would get around to using them for spamvertising purposes.
    I repeatedly warned about this when it was first implemented. It was only ever a matter of time and sure enough, here we are.
  • Mike (unregistered) in reply to purplepolecat

    It must have been the pier pressure.

  • Montoya (unregistered) in reply to fnord
    fnord:
    Not a comment on the article, but a point about the Trackback URLs. I was wondering when someone would get around to using them for spamvertising purposes.

    It's not just here on TDWTF, that's basically all trackbacks are used for these days.

  • Cherokee (unregistered) in reply to Klimax
    Klimax:
    by:
    I'm guessing the only people posting today are Canadians, eh?

    :)

    And one European. :D

    And one South African :)

  • Brad (unregistered) in reply to Another drop out

    Don't you mean his herringbone?

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