As per usual, if you haven’t been listening to NHB, you are missing the fuck out.

I spent the weekend playing GTA and generally wasting time. And marvelling at this page of The Wotch’s Sunday Special. Those expressions are so very cute.

Something that keeps me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside: My job is not to entertain people, least of all someone who has some beef with the content of the comics. As it turns out, my job is to move lumber and drive a forklift with reckless disregard for OSHA guidelines.¹ If I shipped you crap lumber, then you can bitch.² This is a happy thought for me.

¹ Not being a complete idiot, I actually stick fairly close to what OSHA³ says is right by virtue of the fact that it’s mostly common sense anyhow.
² Actually, one guy did. He couldn’t remember who gave it to him, but I was standing right there when he whined at my boss. He didn’t point out that he never once got out of his truck and helped, or even looked at what I was giving him.⁴ Picking out “good” lumber is another of those things that aren’t my job.
³ The Occupational Safety and Health Administration is responsible for keeping your workplace safe. No matter where you work, odds are that if it’s legit, OSHA provides equal parts necessary safeguards that you likely take for granted, and worthless bureaucracy that any good employee will turn a blind eye to.
⁴ Fuck you, he had it coming! I’m friendly and helpful to most customers, but goddamned if some people just plain don’t deserve it.