Eh, I think it would be worse if he started coming back trying to disguise himself with different usernames, since he'd be pretty easy to figure out. Maybe if he actually made an effort to observe the sort of social rules the forum has and had enough social sense to get along with people, everyone might give him a second chance. If he were to some back with a different user name but acted exactly the same, it wouldn't make any difference and people would treat him exactly the same as they did with his original screenname.
:tmyk:
I mean, that'd be crazy though, he'd never come back with a different screenname or anything like that. But seriously. Learn how to observe social situations and blend in with them. Sticking out like a sore thumb won't get you many friends.
So okay, we're making a list now... to be a successful member of an internet forums, it really requires 1) figuring out how to be socially acceptable while mingling with other people (even on the internet), 2) not making references to things you wouldn't know about unless you were a member of the forums at a previous date (possibly with a different username that you reference to in the same post)...
And let's go ahead and put reading what other people say in their posts before posting your own comment.
And not calling out people when you don't really have any authority to be calling out people.
It's also important at the OB to not tell people how to post. Telling them to be on topic is rude, unless you own the forum or happen to have mod powers, in which case you can abuse it as you see fit.
Fortunately, we tend to have a short memory on the OB. We're like goldfish. If new members clean up their act they are quickly welcomed into the community, and old annoying posts and habits are quickly forgotten. THEN WE'LL BE BEST FRIENDS 4EVER
GAH. My new job has been frustrating me these past two weeks, not to mention making me exhausted while I work 9-4 and then go home, eat, and go to class from 5:30 to 9:40. Don't get me wrong, I love that I have a job and it is well worth the money, I specifically planned my schedule out to be working this much. It's just... it's so often really unorganized, and every week I've worked with this company so far I've had to do something new with very little instruction on what I should actually be doing.
It pays well, and I'm not exactly falling over dead from the stress, but I just now figured out that my last day of work is not actually August 17th as I had thought it would be. My last day of work is August 21st. DAMNATIONS. I wanted to see you guys so much and I wanted to take a road trip with Eric and I wanted to see my extended family as well as Eric's, and honestly I wanted that break from work for a week before heading back to school (ya know, since I'm not yet in the real world and all the scariness involved with it and I can get away with taking such breaks).
SIGH. I'm determined to see you guys at SOME point though. This was just really frustrating for me, since I'm already having a tough time getting used to my work schedule and balancing it out with hanging out with friends and visiting Eric 3 hours away.
I work from home. I don't have school. I don't have a relationship of any sort.
Terms of compensation: unfavorable. Hours: a bit too long.
And I get a little batty being at home all the time.
I've been considering quitting and seeking better employment, but after emerging from the dust of a collapsed company (figuratively speaking), our numbers are few and I'm a pretty major cog in what's left of the machine. If I bail, it won't just be my own income that will get cut off. I'd probably be dooming the company and leaving 6-8 other people in need of a job. And a number of clients would be left in the dark too.
I have athlete's foot, I probably got it from the gym locker room shower. I use shower sandals, but they're community sandals. I assumed they cleaned them. I assumed wrong.
I now know what medicine to get, but there are no Wal Marts or other 24 hour stores around here, so now I have to wait until tomorrow to get it and try not to saw off my toes with my fingernails until then.
The gardeners pulled out my baby cosmos flowers, even after I clearly staked them to indicate "THESE ARE NOT WEEDS". Not to mention, weeds don't look like that. They also pulled my herbs that were making a comeback, lemon balm and thyme. If it's the only plant that looks like that in the entire garden - probably not a weed, not an epidemic. If you've never seen it sprouting in any of the other 20 houses you do, also - not a weed.
Jerks even dislodged a piece of my strawberry plant in their raking frenzy, little roots flying free in the wind. Not very careful.
I am now very discouraged about doing anything in the garden this summer. I think I'll have to wait until I have my own house and no bloody gardeners. This makes me sad.
I have athlete's foot, I probably got it from the gym locker room shower. I use shower sandals, but they're community sandals. I assumed they cleaned them. I assumed wrong.
I now know what medicine to get, but there are no Wal Marts or other 24 hour stores around here, so now I have to wait until tomorrow to get it and try not to saw off my toes with my fingernails until then.
Just pee on your feet and let it sit for a minute. Not a joke.
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:tmyk:
I mean, that'd be crazy though, he'd never come back with a different screenname or anything like that. But seriously. Learn how to observe social situations and blend in with them. Sticking out like a sore thumb won't get you many friends.
And let's go ahead and put reading what other people say in their posts before posting your own comment.
And not calling out people when you don't really have any authority to be calling out people.
Fortunately, we tend to have a short memory on the OB. We're like goldfish. If new members clean up their act they are quickly welcomed into the community, and old annoying posts and habits are quickly forgotten. THEN WE'LL BE BEST FRIENDS 4EVER
Hey guys, wasn't agentcel's sprite comic awesome?
Different usernames like pickle962?
Meh, nevermind. I have chocolate cake in the fridge. This makes up for the fact that I'm dropping my horrid, horrid, Physics class.
Seriously, guys, don't take Physics during the summer. It just hurts.
It pays well, and I'm not exactly falling over dead from the stress, but I just now figured out that my last day of work is not actually August 17th as I had thought it would be. My last day of work is August 21st. DAMNATIONS. I wanted to see you guys so much and I wanted to take a road trip with Eric and I wanted to see my extended family as well as Eric's, and honestly I wanted that break from work for a week before heading back to school (ya know, since I'm not yet in the real world and all the scariness involved with it and I can get away with taking such breaks).
SIGH. I'm determined to see you guys at SOME point though. This was just really frustrating for me, since I'm already having a tough time getting used to my work schedule and balancing it out with hanging out with friends and visiting Eric 3 hours away.
Btw, gas money sucks.
I work from home. I don't have school. I don't have a relationship of any sort.
Terms of compensation: unfavorable. Hours: a bit too long.
And I get a little batty being at home all the time.
I've been considering quitting and seeking better employment, but after emerging from the dust of a collapsed company (figuratively speaking), our numbers are few and I'm a pretty major cog in what's left of the machine. If I bail, it won't just be my own income that will get cut off. I'd probably be dooming the company and leaving 6-8 other people in need of a job. And a number of clients would be left in the dark too.
I find it an interesting moral dilemma.
I now know what medicine to get, but there are no Wal Marts or other 24 hour stores around here, so now I have to wait until tomorrow to get it and try not to saw off my toes with my fingernails until then.
Jerks even dislodged a piece of my strawberry plant in their raking frenzy, little roots flying free in the wind. Not very careful.
I am now very discouraged about doing anything in the garden this summer. I think I'll have to wait until I have my own house and no bloody gardeners. This makes me sad.
I was actually just talking to an ex about how awesome dicks are. Seriously, they rule hard.
WTF. This is dryclean only. And you made me WET clean it in the 9th floor sink.
Love,
Tanya.