I wouldn’t even know how to check my credit report, I’ve never had a credit card or anything like that.
The last time anyone ever tried to help me check whatever my credit report was, it was my ex (and now deceased) girlfriend, and all that led to was more spam mail.
Dunno how to sell things online.
I haven’t had a bank account in almost a decade.
Why? Because my bank fucked me over and refused to accept my tax return payment. I’ve literally never been able to get a direct deposit, something always went screwy, and even the bank manager couldn’t explain why that was.
So I closed my bank account and have been cash only for the past 10 years.
I’ve actually worked for 4 banks before and never had any problem with them cutting me an actual physical check, but God forbid they actually allow a direct deposit…
Like seriously WTF?
I’d be shot in the head in less than 4 hours here.
I’d love to get back into fixing vintage electronics, but I don’t really know anyone that’s interested in buying anything more than 3 days old.
The only people I do know into vintage electronics are more or less anonymous friends that have a garage or storage shed full of the shit and not interested in any more.
Fuck, I found a totally working buisness class video projector that had an original MSRP of almost $16,000, yet I couldn’t sell it to anyone for even a mere $50, they apparently have a policy around here to refuse video projectors, working or not.
I do believe you misread my post in some way.
It’s not that the company I applied to rejected me, quite the opposite actually. They sent me an email for a scheduled interview, but Google decided to automatically toss that email right in the spam folder.
I didn’t figure that out until like 3 days after the appointment when I got a bug up my ass to actually check my spam email folder.
How the fuck did I have an opportunity to at least get an interview, yet Google basically decided to throw it in the trash spam folder?
Wait, you mean when I actually did track down exactly where a stolen computer came from, and spent an hour or so with the cops, you mean I could have actually gotten paid?
Fuck, I had to wait on my boss to go on vacation before I even reported that shit (wasn’t the boss that stole it, but he requested me to unlock it for the thief customer).
Define what is considered a valuable board.
Around my area, if I happened to show someone any device, even if it was originally worth $5000 in working condition, they wouldn’t even give me $5 for it if I even fixed it.
They’ll just turn around and brag about the latest shit they bought off of Amazon or something. Nobody gives a fuck around here anymore, electronics are like candy to these dumbfucks anymore.
Where the occasional money is at around here is if someone’s vehicle breaks down and they need someone to replace their starter or alternator or brakes or something.
Wait wait, offer electronics recycling?
Fuck, I’ve been pushing for that for like 20 years around my area, that’s like impossible. Nobody takes that shit, I can’t even get anyone onboard with salvaging the gold from boards, and I gotta keep the scrap mercury safe from other idiots that would just as soon toss it in the landfill.
Been there, tried that.
I tend to get about three different categories of devices that I refuse to work on.
Please help me unlock this stolen device…
Please fix my 72 inch TV, my kids broke it. Never worth it to even attempt to replace large screens like that, it costs more than the device is even worth.
Please fix my (insert product name here). Oh fuck, parts cost money, well nevermind…
Honestly, my resumé does need a bit of a refresher, but I also think it would start looking more like a scattered mess after 2017.
I used to work in computer, tablet and cell phone repair, for a lousy fucking $10 an hour though. So I got sick of that and basically quit when I started getting side opportunities to occasionally fix hotel door locks for $20 an hour, but that was randomly sporadic.
These days, I get by with whatever odd jobs come up, which range from occasional vehicle repairs to helping elderly disabled people get on and off the toilet.
But I’ll be damned if I’m about to go back into fixing $500 devices for a lousy $10 an hour, when one single accidental slip of a soldering iron might cost me an entire week’s pay.
I’d rather sharpen lawnmower blades or some shit than gamble with fixing expensive ass devices that I’d never even use myself.
My problem with that is that Google has a fucking mind all its own and will automatically file whatever the hell it feels like as spam, and I have no clue how to change those options, especially when I have no idea what server to expect an interview schedule email to even come from.
Old system, old software, older operating systems in a virtual machine. Honestly it’s just easier to record with a camera.
Every now and then, I occasionally make videos to demo old/modded operating systems on a laptop computer. When I do, it’s with a camera, not screen capture software.
So, I like to use Joystick2Mouse to control the mouse cursor and various totally customizable hotkeys using a game controller similar to the PlayStation 2.
That tends to make it easier for me to try to keep my hands out of the video, I can sit back in comfort and control the mouse and regular common hotkeys.
You can lead a whore to water, but you can’t make her douche.
Yep. I keep backups of stuff…
I have apps that tell me they’re made for Android 4, yet they still work today on much newer versions of Android.
It’s all usually got to do with security permission stuff, Survival Manual doesn’t require any permissions though. It does request location permission, but that’s not necessary at all.
I can’t say either way, I’m running Android 10/11 devices.
I prefer fall, spring is pollen/allergy season…
One time, I had a dream where I was eating something (I totally forget what it was), and the smell and taste was like the most putrid mix of vomit and sewage.
When I woke up, even though I hadn’t actually eaten anything, that smell and taste sensation stuck with me all day. I had absolutely no appetite that day.
The very next day I was extra hungry, and the bacon, eggs and biscuit I had for breakfast tasted so damn good, it was almost as if I had never eaten an awesome meal before.
My late father went to cook a steak in his propane stove/oven one evening. Usually his steak would come out fantastic, but something went seriously wrong that evening.
The stove started smoking and stinking the place up pretty quickly. What was the problem? There was a fucking dead rat in the bottom of the oven!
Needless to say, steak was not consumed that night. Hell, even after daddy threw out the steak and cleaned out the dead rat remains, he never even used the oven again.