local psych nerd

Hier ein paar Highlights:

gemäß EN 82079 und ANSI Z535 wäre für die Stufe 'Vorsicht" passend, für die fliegenden Gleise aber mindestens "Warnung" und für die Lava auf jeden Fall "Gefahr" zu verwenden!

vielen Dank, dass Sie uns auf dieses wichtige Problem aufmerksam gemacht haben. Selbstverständlich werden wir uns unverzüglich um dieses Problem kümmern.

Zuständige Fachkräfte wurden verständigt und werden zum nächstmöglichen Termin in die Minen entsendet.

Mit freundlichen Grüßen,

Stadt Hamburg (i.A. von Kohlebergwerk Range)

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je vais laisser la communauté parler:

Turned out one of the wall crucifixes lost a nail and the J man was getting himself off the cross but that is a hell of an instruction to come home to.

I'd like to say "this will find its audience" but the truth is I just didn't know how to tag this

I never thought it was weird growing up for someone to never get married or have kids because one of my uncles did that. I never thought it was weird to be vegan because one of my cousins did that. I never thought it was weird to have a mixed race family because I had cousins and aunts and uncles with mixed race families. I never thought it was weird to be divorced because several of my family members got divorced. And their ex husbands and ex wives still showed up to family gatherings. I never thought it was weird for a woman to have short hair and dress masculine because one of my aunties did that.

I love Irma.

Irma is constantly surprised by the newfangled sewing gadgets our store sells. Today she bought some extra-fine glass-head pins and a magnetic pincushion. As I’m ringing her purchases up, she tells me very seriously, “did you know, if you’re careful, you can sew RIGHT OVER those pins? You don’t need to take them out!”

I told her that I liked that you can’t accidentally melt the head of the glass pins with your iron, and she nodded. “They used to all be like that, but times changed.”

I love old sewing machines and asked what kind of machine she has, and she goes, “Oh, it’s an old Singer Featherweight that my husband bought me when we were first married. It’s probably not worth anything anymore, but the thing sews fine. Have you seen the ones those girls over there–” indicating the sewing machine sub-store in my location “–have? Those things go in every direction and the needle always comes to the top when you stop sewing! Imagine how handy that is!”

I mention that I used to sew on my grandmother’s Featherweight but now there’s a intra-family war about who owns Grandma’s Featherweight and so no one gets to use it. It’s genuinely the best portable straight-stitch machine I’ve ever used.

I warn her to never let anyone tell her that Featherweight isn’t worth something. “I know, I miss my husband and it’s always going to have a place in my heart, just like your grandma’s.”

“I mean, Irma, there’s that, but they’re also worth a really notable amount of money. The Singer Featherweight is really financially valuable. I almost never see them for sale around here for less than about $400, and that’s in bad condition.”

"Man I sure do love this show about people and exploring space, I wish i could do that! .......... I am gonna do that"