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The GET /users endpoint will return a page of the first 13 users by default.
To request other pages, add |-separated querystring with the limit and offset, as roman numerals enclosed in double quotation marks. Response status is always equal to 200, plus the total count of the resource, or zero when there's an error.
You can include an array of friends of the user in the result by setting the request header "friends" to the base64-encoded value of the single white pixel png.
Other metadata is not included by default in responses, but can be requested by appending ?meta.json to any endpoint, which will return an xml response.
If you want to update the user's profile picture, you can request an OAuth token per fax machine, followed by a pigeon POST capsule containing a filename and a rolled up Polaroid picture. The status code attached to the return postal dove will be the decimal ASCII code for a happy smiley on success, and a sad smiley if any field fails form validation.
-- Every single external REST API I've ever worked with.8
TL;DR : I am sad about wonderful people that might lose their job and passion because of dumb fucking little shit eaters.
My 14yo sister told my family and me, today, about her science teacher who's a young unexperienced woman. She tried, at the start of the year, to be the "friendly" kind of teacher, allowing to eat or drink during class as long as it doesn't disrupt others, but quickly had to become severe because the students would not respect her even a bit (they still don't). They talk and never listen during her classes, they don't say hello, good bye, or anything when they see her, they are openly disrespectful towards her, etc..
As a result, the classes don't go well, the student don't learn anything, and these little hairy sweatballs still have enough nerves to go rant about her at her superiors ! The superiors answered that they're going to fire her next year since so much student complain about her.
- Thinking she was the problem, she assisted to some other teacher's science course to learn how to dispense her owns, in hope she could understand how to interest her students. These wonderful blond heads mocked her for that (I guess that self improvement is something laughable for the next generation)
- Students wanted some blank exams from previous years for a kind of country-wide exam they are going to take. She brought a whole box of it, not even one dipshit took one. Seeing that, my sister took some just to cheer her a bit.
- Students wanted some remedial course. She organised one, booked a room, prepared a lot of exercises and synthesis to hand them out. Would somebody care enough to show ? Not even one. She stayed 2 hours alone in hope that some student would come late.
- Once she was a bit ill and came to school anyway. After she left the room to go to the toilets because she had some food trying to go out from the wrong way, she came back after and tried to finish her class, while she would have had the right to go home and rest...
That's the kind of people who love their job and tries to do it well. Teaching is something beautiful and wonderful, and actually aiming at dispensing it in the best way possible is a great quality. She's available and volunteer, and all she gets is whining students and the risk to lose her job. She was smiling at the start of the year, now she just seem on the edge of crying everyday, every minute. According to my sister, she's the only teacher who's actually trying to teach, and she's the least rewarded of them all.
That fucking breaks my heart. I would smack their tiny pinheads with my terminally ill dog shit if I could. Because of them, she's may lose her job, and worse, her passion. She may become some bitter teacher, dispensing boring material because she has to eat, or just quit teaching altogether, while the world needs more people like that...
I'm sorry for the long rant, but I had to share it, it burdened me. I have a very deep respect for (real) teachers and this kind of story touches me on a very personal level... I hope my children won't be like that (I will make sure they won"t), and I hope the youngest devRanters here aren't like that either. I feel like many people never recognize the luck they have and the wonderful people they meet. You fucking have a chance to learn, to get an education, to raise your brain, to prepare your future, to sharpen your thinking, to enhance your knowledge... And you just piss on it like it was a dead pigeon. Well guess what : you are the dead pigeon. Or you would if you had wings, because at least, one day, the pigeon flew. You, you just dig some stinky hole in your own ignorant excretions, decorating it with glitter and calling it "swag".
I told my sister to go talk to the superiors and try to make them think twice before blindly firing a hopeful person. If they have to do it, the least they can do is to ask themselves why. I also told her to give this teacher some comforting words, just a short letter to let her know that her efforts don't go unnoticed. I think if was in that kind of situation, it would help me a bit if even one person came to tell me that I do well...
I really hope this teacher will be doing well next year and won't give up.
Please educate your children to appreciate what they have and to be supportive, even towards older people. They will grow appreciated and appreciating. Don't let them become spoiled shits who thinks life is doing everything just for them.39
Time to download a 20GB image on corporate network: 7 hours.
Time to tell my NAS at home to download the image, go home - by public transport - copy the 20GB file to my laptop (already downloaded before I get home) and travel back to the office... 1 hour 50 minutes.
My office even has fibre optic and my home copper...9
To sum up yesterday:
A pigeon flew into the classroom in school so I think we did pigeon debugging.
The questions asked were: "Why would you fly into a building" and mostly "how the fuck did you know which of the ten windows are open?!"4
So we're hiring for a new junior dev and for the most part it's been going great! We have some promising candidates and I am so glad to finally have a new dev on the team!
However, I would like to take a moment and offer a few suggestions to the people who wish to work for this great and illustrious company:
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE APPLY FOR THE JOB USING THE METHOD INDICATED IN THE AD. Please use our fancy, top-of-the-line, whiz-bang, cloud-based "talent acquisition" system that we paid way too much money for. I promise you, it's easy! Please don't send in your application by email, mail, telephone, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, telegram or carrier pigeon. But most importantly...
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN THIS WORLD DO NOT SHOW UP AT OUR OFFICE UNANNOUNCED RESUME-IN-HAND. Believe it or not I do have an actual job that I spend my day doing! If I'm not in a meeting or at lunch or working from home, the best possible scenario is that you'll get 30 seconds of awkward small talk and be pointed to our whiz-bang, top-of-the-line "talent acquisition" system which you should have used in the first place (you did read the ad, right?). And at this point whatever you do...
DO NOT DEMAND AN ON-THE-SPOT INTERVIEW WHEN YOU SHOW UP UNANNOUNCED TO OUR OFFICE! Like, really? Do you think that you've wowed me so with your 30 seconds of awkward small talk that clearly I cannot wait to see what you will do with an entire hour? Look, I prepare for my interviews. I research you, your previous employers, your school and the hobbies you list on your resume. I check out your GitHub and LinkedIn. I may even Google your name! If that is all in order, I try to hassle some people into sitting in with me, find a time that works for everyone, and hope that there is a meeting room available. I'm not going to interview you at reception at 4pm on a Friday afternoon.
Please submit your application through our whiz-bang, top-of-the-line online "talent acquisition" system. Once I figure out how to log in, I promise I will spend an evening and read through all your cover letters with the utmost care. If you seem OK, you'll get an interview. There aren't that many developers in this town.11
Pigeon programming: managers who used to be Devs come to 'have a look' at the code, take a crap all over everything, and then leave.1
Vue vs React...
Which one do you guys use or like better?
I'm been dabbling in Vue and like it so far...just wondering if I'm putting myself in a pigeon hole against a 'more widely adopted and stable' framework
Don't feed the pigeons.
A cautionary tale.
When you feed the pigeons they keep coming back. They don't stop pestering you for help, and they don't ever listen to you.
I gave my father-in-law my old laptop, and installed the latest version of Office 2016 because I'm a nice guy.
Now, every week at family dinner there's something he needs me to help him with.
Mind you, his previous computer had Windows XP and the one I gave him had Windows 7. So it was quite the texh upgrade for him.
Except one of his octagenarian siblings wrote a family recipe book, and wrote it in Word Processor. (because Old People!) Well fuck of course it has pictures, clip art, special formatting, vertical and horizontal lines. It worked fine on XP because Word Processor was supported by XP.
The following is me explaining to him over the phone why his recipe book wouldn't load into Word. I was in his house picking up 2000 rounds of ammo for my and my wife's pistols (target practice) while he was out and about.
FIL: "It's the link on the desktop. It comes up in Word on the old computer but when I tried to put it on the new computer it wouldn't work. I used a thumb drive."
Me: "Okay well I tried to..."
FIL: "I don't know why it would work in Word on one computer and not the next."
Me: "Okay, well I clicked on the link to the file on your old desktop and it opened in Word Processor, not Word."
FIL: "No it opens in Word on the old computer, but it won't open on the new one."
Me: "It opens in Word Processor on the old computer, it won't open in Word on..."
FIL: "Which computer are you sitting at? The old one is on the left." (as if I wouldn't recognize the computer I had for three years and just gave him a month ago!)
Me: "The old one."
FIL: "Okay so it should open in Word on the old computer."
Me: "It won't. It will open in..."
FIL: "I was thinking maybe it had something to do with a screen that popped up when I logged in to the new computer. Something about antivirus software?"
Me: "It will open in Word Processor on your old computer, but it isn't formatted..."
FIL: "Yeah, it's a '.-w-p-s' file so it should work in Word."
Me: "Word Processor is a different program from Word. This opens in Word Processor."
FIL: "So which one do I have?"
Me: "You have Word Processor on the old computer."
FIL: "So how do I get Word Processor on the new computer?"
Me: "You don't. It is defunct software, it was discontinued ten years ago. You can try to get a converter online, but there's no guarantee it'll work."
FIL: "Alright, I'll be home in a few minutes. I'll take a look then."
This was at 10pm last night, and I'd been out all day since 7:30am. He still didn't believe me that the book was written in Word Processor until I showed him the different startup screen for Word Processor, where it says "Word Processor" plain as day.
I fed the pigeon. And it looks like there's more of this to come.3
TLDR: coworkers are worst than clients on delivery
The endless script last part, or where I want to rip the vocal chords out of my coworker’s throat.
Delivered “quickly” last Friday night as he was stressing me, because it was urgent, because he started shit I had to refactor, because I have better shit to get done.
It’s also important to note that this “senior” sysadmin wrote requirements as follows : told me orally what he needed between a gasp and another and drew me something that looked like a diagram but without real sense. I told myself -Well, let’s get this pile of cow shit together.
Anyway, it required some amount of time to put his giant shit mix of powershell and batch together, also it was quickly but it was tested and it worked on different conditions that I specifically wrote out and designed to have menus where you can’t do shit (like putting a string on a number input).
Today he comes to me and asked if it was ready and I told him it was usable. He tries it, doesn’t know how to use it, abandons it. Then he tells me he doesn’t work how “required” and after 5 Minutes on telling Shit I tested on the exact same server, he said “well my version was ok but you know I could have been more precise”
YOU INORGANIC PILE OF PIGEON SHIT. THE FUCKING SCRIPT IS WORKING, IS REFACTORED AS IT SHOULD AND YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND A CRAP ABOUT THE FUCK YOU’RE EXECUTING.
Seriously, come tell me that you can’t see what happens. I did explicit every fucking command out for you, I even bothered to put fucking Write-Host everywhere with Colors just for your fucking sake taste.
Go fuck a pillow with your biker sunglasses.
And no, the way you cut your beard doesn’t make me think you’re 15 years younger, it makes me think you’re the kind of guy I would not accept candies outside a school.
P.s.: don’t accept candies even if the guy looks nice.1
How do people deal with this.
Customer: my trial is finished, and I dont have a bank card?
What do I do say post me the money every month send it by pigeon mail?5