Tag: WFH

Spotted online today

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In various places, these:

Don’t click on the picture. You won’t get 100GB. And if you had clicked on the image where I got it from, it’s almost certain that you wouldn’t get 100GB either. It’s a scam.
But, as this image of the Bafana Bafana 2010 World Cup starting line-up against Mexico (I think?) suggests, this is obviously “the occasion of our national team”, so why wouldn’t you expect to get a phat lump of data because of that?

Hungry?

AI is weird, isn’t it? I know exactly what I’m looking at here, but it clearly isn’t it. The caption is perfect, though, suggesting – to me at least – a drug-fuelled descent into visual and mental chaos. But that pizza and beer combination does sound good for at least one evening this weekend.

Do you WFH?

This amused me. The old adage “it’s funny because it’s true” exists for a reason.
I suspect the above is true for a lot of people. I’m always impressed with anyone that can just fill in that top row. The “pants on” block is the icing on the cake.

This Olde Worlde insult:

Fairly sure that these guys regularly get together to make PicknPay No Name Boerewors.

Hence my plan to stick to pizza and beer.

Day 114 – Access point

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I have spent much of the day installing a Wireless Access Point in the garden now that Mrs 6000 is (seemingly) (semi) permanently WFH.

I also camouflaged it.

Can you see it? Can you?

I’m not making my wife work outside, but this box more than adequately serves the old “maid’s quarters” which sits in the corner of the garden and which seems to have become her 9-5 home on weekdays. My man cave ideas have been put on hold, although if they ever do come to fruition, it’ll now have stonking internet connectivity.

Installing the Wireless Access Point required making a hole through one of the walls in our notoriously solid house. That’s probably the reason that I am aching all over from all the hammering and drilling I’ve had to do (careful now).

I am self-medicating with brandy and ibuprofen.