Sunday, July 30, 2017

Non-refrigerator storage of edibles trees

I recently turned fifty (gulp), and a kind family member from a 420-enlightened state gifted me a small stash of cannabis edibles. The stash includes cannacrisp, a peanut butter chocolate square, and a couple Kiva candy bars.

Here is my problem: I need to store this somewhere out of sight from my spouse and my kids, and the refrigerator is out of the question. My plan is to wrap it up in a few layers of plastic bags, conceal it in an envelope labeled in a misleading way, and then store it in a dark, remote drawer of my home office.

If I do this, how long do you think the edibles will last? I realize that they might not taste particularly good if consumed a few months from now. They just need to be edible and non-dangerous to eat.



Submitted July 30, 2017 at 08:28PM by middleagedtreefan http://ift.tt/2vcc5t8 trees

Oops RimWorld

I barely defeated the Ancient Danger (after reloading my save like 800 times) and put everyone who was bleeding in cryptosleep caskets. Only problem is that one remaining colonist in this place cannot open the pods to tend to them. Now i gotta waste materials to launch someone from another colony because this guy is too incompetent to open a fancy refrigerator.



Submitted July 30, 2017 at 11:17PM by Spiralwolfe http://ift.tt/2vVYAvM RimWorld

I just went to my first party sober, and it was AMAZING. stopdrinking

First of all, I know that a lot of people aren't safe going to parties or bars. I tested myself tonight, which is not something I suggest doing, but I know how extraordinarily different I feel this time, and there was a ton of mental preparation.

26 days in, and my best friend of 28 years had a 40th birthday party. It was disco-themed. Catered, with a bar. I'd flown halfway across the country to my home town with two young kids yesterday to get there (there was a missed flight, crazy expensive changed flight, airport running, and a last minute rental car for a two-hour drive). I was an hour late. OF COURSE I WOULD HAVE NEEDED A DRINK. key words are WOULD HAVE

Y'all, I'm good. She had four kinds of sparkling water in the refrigerator. I busied myself dancing (without tripping over myself or losing my rhythm), talking to people (without incessantly talking in a drunken stream-of-consciousness), and had enough happy energy to stay late and help her clean up. Meanwhile, a drunk girl knocked my (sparkling water with lime) drink out of my hand twice, had to stay over at my best friend's house and be babysat while others hid her keys, and at the end of the night, everyone just looked...sad. Like their drinks drained their faces of happiness.

Driving back to my mom's house (where we are staying) sober, I felt empowered. I came in quietly, kissed my sleeping son, and settled in to a comfortable bed with no bad taste in my mouth, knowing I would be fine in the morning. Life is so gorgeous on this side of sobriety. THANK YOU ALL FOR HELPING ME GET HERE. I will enthusiastically not drink with you today!



Submitted July 30, 2017 at 03:18PM by otistheglasseye http://ift.tt/2eYGIfE stopdrinking

Housemate/Parents double whammy raisedbynarcissists

This is mostly about my parents but the beginning is background info about what happened tonight with a housemate. I also posted this earlier tonight in r/narcissisticabuse but there are more people online on this sub and I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight after what happened:

A new roommate moved into my apartment today. While I was gone she moved my things off my only shelf in the bathroom to use it for herself even though there was already an empty one for her. She also took over another roommates shelf who's been gone all summer.

She blocked our fridge and counter with her boxes and left for at least two hours, but I moved her things so I could eat. I also moved my things back on to my shelf. She insisted on putting her litter box right next to the toilet and I'm definitely not comfortable with smelling a cat box every time I shower or brush my teeth so I moved it back to the common room. Our bathroom is tiny.

Then when she gets home that night, she's with two guys I don't know and I hear her complaining about the cat box, I told her I wasn't comfortable with it being in the bathroom and she said there was no where else to put it, then told me the cat only knows how to use it if it's in a bathroom. I don't know if that's legit or not but she put it back.

Then she notices that I took my shelf back. She comes pounding violently on my bedroom door. I think I went a little numb because she started yelling at me, calling me a bitch over and over again, telling me "you don't know me!" multiple times. I told her that she didn't ask for my shelf and her eyes are bulging and she's borderline yelling at me "my baskets only fit on that shelf!" I didn't decide to put your 40 different makeup bottles into baskets. It wasn't hers to take, she's completely filled our entire common room with her things. The two guys started joining in when I'd try to stand up for myself, I told her that she doesn't know me either and one of the guys said to me "well based on how you're acting, we kind of do".

I also told her hey when I moved in I didn't do this to the apartment (her things were everywhere blocking the kitchen and closets and she left it out for hours). I meant that I didn't take over peoples shelves and turn the common room into my own room. I asked her to clean up and she kept saying "I literally just moved in" angrily even though she's slowly been moving in over the course of a week.

This confrontation was within 10 minutes of meeting them. I wasn't the one yelling and swearing and pounding on someone else's door. I was actually surprisingly calm except for my pissed off face when she brought the cat box back into the bathroom. They all continued talking about me when I closed my door and our walls are paper thin, she started crying and was still saying mean things to me after I closed my door including "you're gonna get kicked out of here so fast, unwelcoming bitch". Then after a few minutes the three of them would be laughing, she'd be acting really bubbly and giggly then they'd say more mean things about me. Wow. Can you say "red flag."

Then I made the mistake of calling my parents. For my entire life I've been trapped in the narcissistic abuse cycle with my dad. Every part of it, stonewalling/silent treatments, him telling me he didn't want me living there every other day, exploding at me then gaslighing me they buying me ice cream and taking me shopping. I should have known better but I was just breaking down. He tried calling the cops, and actually drove an hour out to where I live to "have a talk with them." He wanted to beat up the guys she was with. All I wanted was to talk to him and I told him that, he gaslighted me like never before tonight. As if this new roommate wasn't bad enough.

I called my mom first. She was just supposed to come pick me up because I'm having car trouble and can't drive it now, but instead she went and picked up my dad and was bringing him to my apartment and I was mortified, his temper is terrifying. I told him that having my parents show up and fight my battles and yell at and threaten my roommates (we're all in our 20's) would make my life hell there after he left. I'm already started to look at new apartments to move into. He kept saying that there wouldn't be a problem after he left.

All I needed was emotional support and to be an to vent but he tried convincing me that what I needed was for him to talk to my roommates. He insulted me for getting so emotional on the phone and told me that I shouldn't do it again because I was hysterical. He said I was so hysterical that it was misleading and it meant that I wanted him to come out there and talk to my roommate. He said that if I didn't want him interfering and talking to my housemates that meant that I always want everyone to treat me like shit. I thought it was ironic when he was yelling "are you just gonna go through life letting people treat you like crap?" And I said "apparently".

After some initial roundabout conversations in which he'd ignore and/or invalidate everything I said I actually started screaming and hyperventilating for twenty minutes on the phone begging him to turn around. I can't believe I did this but I threatened to kill myself and I meant it. I told him I couldn't handle him going up into my apartment, enough had happened already that night and I needed to leave. He interpreted that by saying he'd handle it and I could stay outside. All of this was close to 11 pm. My throat is raw from screaming. I would have tried to get to a hospital for my own sake but I was too afraid to leave in case the cops showed up.

That girl and her friends were really mean to me and I have no intention of engaging with her again, but my parents tried convincing me that they were going to physically harm me, and they were gonna lock me out of the house and steal my things. I'm paranoid now because I'm starting to believe them. Things have been tense in my apartment for a while with a different roommate who my therapist says is very narcissistic and that's a long story, but now it's really unbearable. And those two roommates are good friends and coworkers. Triangulation?

Eventually after twenty minutes of me screaming and begging on the phone for my dad to just respect my boundaries, he told me he wouldn't go up into my apartment but "they better not be outside." So I'm just sitting in my car wondering how the hell he could completely ignore me saying that I was suicidal because all he wanted to do was explode at my housemates. He had no emotional the entire time and I even told him that he was making me have a breakdown, he kept insisting over and over again on "just talking to them."

It's about an hour drive between us, and I was sitting in my room because the housemates had all left. During the conversation with my dad I was sitting in my car but now I'm upstairs and I hear the door open and some people come in, I assume it's some of my housemates or something but nope, it's my parents. They walked right in. No text, no knocking, they didn't even talk to me. My mom went straight for the refrigerator? Probably her way of subtlety snooping around. My dad was asking where everyone was. He'd point to a closed door and demand "who's in there? Why is the door closed? Where is everyone?" Towards the end of our phone call I saw them all leave and I told him that, but he thought I was lying. I told them not to come inside and they just barge in and linger when I try to leave.

My mom also brought this single tiny cardboard box like I'm gonna move out that night. She insisted that I hide it in my room. I have no where to move to yet. I was pissed that they came into my apartment after all that. They said they expected me to still be in my car, when I asked where they were on the phone he didn't give me a time or anything so how was I supposed to know when they'd be there? I asked why they didn't text me saying they were there and he snapped at me "why does it take you 15 minutes to get your things?" I asked if I was supposed to telepathically know when they got there and I don't even remember what he said back to that.

As we're driving away I said that I'm never coming to them again when I'm upset. My dad said he'll be back when something happens and I told him that I'm not going to try and talk to him about my housemates again. He said I don't have to, he'll just "find out" on his own. What does that even mean? And I NEVER talk like this to my parents but this all blew me away. A few minutes into the car ride and they're just talking like nothing happened, laughing, making jokes about my situation. I wanted to open up the car door and hurl myself into traffic. I literally told him I was suicidal and that I thought I needed to go to a hospital. He completely ignored it.

We drop my dad off and he says flatly "sorry if I upset you" and I tried to respond but I had just been silent for an hour after screaming and crying and I couldn't get a word out at first when I tried to. He gave me like 3 seconds to respond then just muttered something and got out of the car. I feel betrayed and confused. My mom decided that I said one of them hit me while I was on the phone with her initially which I NEVER said because it didn't happen. Then I'd tell her I didn't say that and she'd say "well it sounded like it."

I guess it means something that they picked me up so I wouldn't have to be in that horrible apartment but holy shit. I can't even think straight. I don't see my therapist until Friday so I just needed to get this out there.

THIS is when they decide to pull the "parent" card? Not all the times my dad told me I was faking when I was sick? When I had appendicitis and had to wait almost 24 hours to go to the ER because it was "just my period?" Only for my mom to kick me out a week after the surgery then act like nothing happened? Not when I was having panic attacks when I was 12 because my mom told me she sold our house on purpose because I wanted to live with my dad and it wasn't fair for me to leave her all alone when in reality we lost the house because of financial reasons but she fucking blamed me and didn't tell me the truth for years?

She let me move in with my dad knowing how abusive he is because she was afraid I wouldn't like her for keeping me from him, then years later when I was breaking down and crying until I couldn't breath almost every night because he would come home screaming at me, she found it to be validating because I was experiencing the abuse too, it wasn't just in her head. When there was a guy with a gun on my college campus, she texted my dad and asked him to call me because she didn't want to be the one calling me in case my ringtone somehow let the shooter know where I was.

Or when I couldn't go to college right away after high school, after working my ass off to get good grades and be on the honor roll almost every semester and being accepted to about 7 different colleges despite my dads abuse, because he couldn't sit down and fill out the fafsa correctly so I got no financial aid? When I was a kid and no one taught me how to tie my shoes or ride a bike, but I became my moms therapist in second fucking grade after her first abusive boyfriend.

I'm past my breaking point, I haven't found a new apartment yet, I'm terrified to go back into the one I'm living in and I'm gonna be constantly worried about my dad showing up at my apartment or calling the cops after I begged him not to because I'm just trying to avoid drama until I move out, there's no changing my housemates and I feel unsafe enough there as it is. Now I'm in my moms living room with a migraine, full of panic. I never should have called them, I knew better too.

I don't have a lot of friends I've just been trying so hard to keep myself together and keep my grades up so I can support myself after college. I need someone to tell me that I'm not crazy because I feel crazy and in my mind I keep trying to convince myself that I'm the bad guy in every situation.



Submitted July 30, 2017 at 12:20PM by treehouse500 http://ift.tt/2v81fov raisedbynarcissists

Saturday, July 29, 2017

[#676|+650|24] Magnetic Poles of Refrigerator Magnets [/r/physicsgifs] longtail

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Submitted July 30, 2017 at 10:47AM by FrontpageWatch http://ift.tt/2tTBR6a longtail

The Vendor Saga, Part 4: The Revelation talesfromtechsupport

Last episode, we realized that we were being sold something that was not what we thought it was. After that shocking realization, we sat down to figure out exactly what it was that we did buy...


More weeks had passed. Our original "Launch" date was a distant memory from months ago, and we hadn't even bothered to set a new one yet. There were simply too many outstanding issues. Our list of 20 critical issues had grown to over 40, shrunk back to 20, and gradually started to grow again as we desperately tried everything to whip this monstrosity into shape for launch. Even as we agonizingly scraped our way past each problem, however, me, $Boss, $BigBoss, and our coworkers started asking questions--hard questions.

We didn't get any answers.

The people who had proposed the project originally were afraid of cancelling it. They'd stuck their necks out to get us a product that looked like a really good piece of software at the time. People who pushed so hard for failed projects tended to disappear from their jobs sooner or later around here, often not under their own terms. They just couldn't back down now. This project had to be a success.

Finally, one day, we got confirmation of our worst fears. We had been on a conference call for 2 hours with $VFH4 (another episode, another new account rep) and a higher-up executive from $VFH (let's call him $HUE; he was a regular in calls these days), and everyone was tired. Tired of the project, tired of each other, tired of staring down uncooperative software, tired of listening to all the background noise inherent to a 15-person conference call. $Boss hadn't had much to say during this particular meeting, so she'd muted the receiver on her phone so she could type some emails without disturbing the conference, while still listening in.

This paid unexpected dividends in our "search for what's going wrong" after the conference ended. Everyone disconnected except $VFH4 and $CST--and unknown to them, $Boss, who was still on mute, busy typing an email. She didn't even realize the conference was over until $VFH4 and $HUE started talking shop with each other.

$VFH4: "Man, we need to tell the Cloud Services Team to get their act together. This is ridiculous, every one of these remaining issues has been on their list for the better part of a month. Why can't we get these problems solved?"

$HUE: "Well, it's a new version of the product. We just moved the product to the cloud, after all--you have to expect a few bumps in the road here and there. Do your best, and I'll make sure the Cloud Services Team stays on task and gets these people taken care of. They're our top priority until they launch; we have to have a win here at the start if we're going to get everyone moved over to the cloud version!"

$Boss, internally: Well, it nice of their executives to say that we're their top priority! Maybe we'll finally be able to move-

She froze.

$Boss, internally: Wait. Wait a minute. Did... did $HUE just say that they just moved their product to the cloud, and that we're basically their first client to run on the cloud software?

$VFH had hundreds of clients, but by sheer happenstance we bought the product exactly as they were about to start promoting the cloud version of it.

At this point, very little surprised us anymore when it came to $VFH; if their software had suddenly grown long ears and begun jumping rapidly back and forth across the screen while saying "Eh, what's up Doc?" and eating a healthy diet of carrots directly out of the user's refrigerator, it would probably have been simply noted down as a bug and included in the next conference call. Not a critical bug, mind you. The remaining bugs were far more debilitating and considerably less amusing. Exhaustion had set in, both we and $VFH were all just doing out best to get this... thing... out the door, regardless of what it was.

That being said, the next time I saw $Boss a day or two later she looked like she could have been knocked over by a stiff breeze.

$Me: "What's up, $Boss? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

$Boss: "I just learned everything. All of the gory details. I talked to $BigBoss about what I overheard. We've been asking around their other clients for more details, and we finally got enough information to call $VFH on their nonsense. You'll... want to sit down for this."

For being spread across 3 rooms on 2 floors, my coworkers have an uncanny ability to show up downstairs in our breakroom when revelations are about to be made. I'm pretty sure it's some form of collective superpower.


To start from the beginning of the saga:

$VFH had sold us a copy of their very successful, highly-reviewed product. Their salespeople had done their jobs accurately and successfully, so far as they knew. However, when their implementation team started looking at our timeline for setting up their software, they rapidly realized that we bought it less than a year before they were planning to move everyone over to the cloud-based version of the $VFH product, which they hadn't yet launched anyone on yet.

They didn't have the time or manpower to train and launch us on the old version for their normal 26 weeks (13 per admissions team), while simultaneously finishing up and launching their new product, and then retrain us for another 26 weeks on the new product, which was quite different and had a radically different setup process. By the time they finished all of that, they would be very nearly up against the cutover date for their new cloud product. Plus, they'd already sold us a product with the assurance that it would be done along a specific timeline.

Cue a panicked scramble on the part of their leadership. They eventually decided that their best course of action was to say nothing and work really, really hard to get their software done, and hope that everything went smoothly.

As you may have guessed by now, things did not go smoothly.

The training duration was just standard procedure for them, but they decided to use the time to finish development of their product as quickly as possible. They had one other client that had purchased their software a month before we did, and seemed to be getting along acceptably. They gave us the contact information for this client to ask for any possible help and guidelines based on how they had the software set up.

As it turns out, this client was... dissatisfied, to say the least. They were being bombarded with problems; they just had no choice but to move forward on an even more aggressive timetable than we had. They'd encountered the same slowness issue that we did, they were using custom-developed parts on their public website to work around the same host of shortcomings on $VFH's software that we found, and their advice was basically to do as little as possible on the $VFH cloud software and as much as possible on a system that actually worked.

Our original launch date was in mid-spring. It's now getting towards the end of summer, and there's no launch in sight. The critical issues list remains at least 20 items long, and the pain shows no sign of ending any time soon.


We've pretty much caught up to the end of July, so that's where this story will have to come to a conclusion--for now. I've left out plenty of utterly nonsensical, frustrating, and otherwise rage-inducing details, which I'll probably post as individual stories here and there as a continuation of this series. However, as we left it in our last meeting, we're looking at getting $VFH to compensate us for lost time, at the very least.

One of our admissions teams is up against a hard deadline--if they don't launch $VFH's software next week, they won't have another window to launch until September. The other appears to be progressing more smoothly, but is also encountering many of the same bugs. They're also being led by a manager that's less aware of tech issues in general, and are likely to not see potential oncoming trainwrecks. Both of our admissions teams have a hard deadline of late November. If it doesn't launch by then, we have to renew our contract with our old vendor to avoid service interruption, and the whole deal's off--we certainly can't afford to pay both of them and only use one.

So here ends this thread of the sordid tale. I've omitted a ton of detail, and believe me there was plenty more mistakes on everyone's parts (including my own). During the most intense part of this project I spent at most a quarter of my work week on it, but it's contributed by far the most to my stress levels. All this from a project I didn't even know was going to exist prior to January.



Submitted July 30, 2017 at 07:14AM by Strycken1 http://ift.tt/2vaC8Rx talesfromtechsupport

Some kind of refrigerator? whatisthisthing

Link to photos: http://ift.tt/2vaKxEm



Submitted July 30, 2017 at 05:43AM by bmorerowhouse http://ift.tt/2tNoVuo whatisthisthing