“I parked it properly, it’s not my fault some dickhead kicked it over.”
Never going to happen, it’s unenforceable without investigation which they’re never going to do.
“I parked it properly, it’s not my fault some dickhead kicked it over.”
Never going to happen, it’s unenforceable without investigation which they’re never going to do.
Just had a government regulator come back to one of our clients claiming that our limit of reporting wasn’t low enough. We reported our results at 5mg/kg, they’ve requested 10ug/g. Now I don’t expect people outside of the science industry to understand conversion factors that well, but they’re a fucking government regulator.
To those of you that aren’t in science, ug/g and mg/kg are literally the exact same thing. We’re reporting lower than what they want. 5mg/kg is 5ug/g
Well, μg/g is the one that is equivalent and it seems they were quite clear that they wanted it reported in ugs per gram. Maybe something to do with woolly slippers?
Sounds like a job for Find and Replace.
On a more serious note, what’s the betting somebody used ShatGPT as a quick and dirty compliance check and it presented a notation difference as non-compliance.
Maybe you should invoice the client in cents instead of dollars, just to be sure you don’t make a similar mistake.
Tell them they’re getting a discount.
“As a valued client, we’re dropping the cost from $10k to 2,000,000 cents”
(for example. I have no idea what you do actually costs)
Unfortunately not that simple. It’s an official report, so a whole bunch more goes into having to amend the report, go into our system and then update everything, including having to add justification as to why we did it (even though that’s an easy point). We’re hoping we can just get the regulator to accept. Otherwise it starts getting messy when everyone wants different values in their reports.
An elderly gentleman hit my wife’s car the other week. She was driving straight on a narrowish street and had to slightly veer onto the opposite side of the road due to a parked car. The guy was coming in from a side street and hit the side which has dented the whole thing in (thankfully it wasn’t hard). Que him arguing for about 10 minutes how it’s all my wife’s fault for apparently being on the wrong side of the road…
In any case, the repairs were scheduled for today. Last week, we hadn’t gotten confirmation yet, despite the service centre and then insurer repeatedly telling us that it’s guaranteed all the paper work will come in and it’ll go ahead on Wed. I’ve taken time off work, shifted the two child/baby seats to my parents car (which thankfully we have access to as they’re overseas) and prepping to drive 45 mins to drop the car off. They call early morning and have delayed till the 21st as the service centre wasn’t able to get the estimate in.
What is with the plethora of articles I’ve seen recently about that doughy fuck Sandilands and his offsider failing in Melbourne? It’s all feels very self congratulatory for the city where Sam Newman, Eddie McGuire, and Andrew Bolt have had decades long success.
My knee is cooked, and have to get an MRI to assess the damage. Only appointment was at 0630(!!!) all the way down in Kogarah. So this morning I woke up at 0445 and caught the train down. The place is all shut up so check my phone, and realise the appointment is on Monday, not Friday.
Fucking dickhead.
These are the kind of moments you just fucking hate yourself. Raw hate that you rarely project onto anyone else.
It makes me sick. Mostly because I have to begrudgingly accept that refusing to buy into their crap is maybe the one thing Melbourne has done better than Sydney.
I mean for every Andrew bolt or Eddie Maguire we have an Alan Jones…
Oh I don’t think Sydney is any better. Laws, Jones, Hadley, Fordham et all.
Melbourne produced Rupert Murdoch.
The end.
Plus Melbourne is in Victoria
As much as I hate Melbourne, it honestly is fucking hilarious. ARN is paying them $10 mill a year EACH on the basis of opening up the new market in Melbourne and they’re getting screwed left right and centre. They’re 8th in Melbourne and Sandilands is having a huge sook about it.
He also got pulled up and had a massive hissy fit after his director pulled him off air to ensure he didn’t commit a crime while discussing some murder case. He’s apparently said he wants to do whatever he wants and to hell with anyone that tries to stop him, including the law… How the fuck is this guy still even on the air?
Yep, 100%. My follow up with the physio is next Friday, so I think my mind conflated the two.
Mondays are the hardest to wake up early too.
I thought he was from Adelaide.
And the bottom part of Victoria at that… not the top part that is a bit better for its proximity to NSW.
Nah, Melbourne born, in 1931, fucking hell, pre-war and all!
At least the trains were running on the Illawarra line for once.
Silver linings….