2009-04-14, 10:50 | Link #3965 |
Kira_Naruto, the ecchi
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Want a day off work?
So you want a day off. Let's take a look at what you are asking for. There are 365 days per year available for work. There are 52 weeks per year in which you already have 2 days off per week, leaving 261 days available for work. Since you spend 16 hours each day away fron work, you have used up 170 days, leaving only 91 days available. You spend 30 minutes each day on coffee break which counts for 23 days each year, leaving only 68 days available. With a 1 hour lunch each day, you used up another 46 days, leaving only 22 days available for work. You normally spend 2 days per year on sick leave. This leaves you only 20 days per year available for work. We are off 5 holidays per year, so your available working time is down to 15 days. We generously give 14 days vacation per year which leaves only 1 day available for work and I'll be darned if you are going to take that day off!
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2009-04-14, 14:00 | Link #3966 | |
Hina is my goddess
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2009-04-14, 14:35 | Link #3968 | |
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2009-04-14, 15:23 | Link #3969 |
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Hm? Oh, was the x time per day (for lunch and stuff) multiplied by 365? I didn't actually try the math. If that's the case then that does kinda not make sense. But then again there's already the discrepancy between "working day" and literal 24-hour day, so...
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2009-04-14, 20:44 | Link #3970 |
クラナド!!!!
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I was bored so I decided to try out the math.
365 days/year - 14 vacation days/year - 2 sick days/year - 5 stat holidays/year = 343 days/year * 1 week/7 days = 49 weeks/year = 343 days/year - (2 weekend days/week * 49weeks/year) = 245 days/year * 24 hours/day = 5880 hours/year - (1.5hours break/day * 245 days/year) = 5512.5 hours/year - (16 hours at home/day * 245 days/year) = 1592.5 hours/year * 1 day/24 hours = 66 days/year Is my math right? I don't know I might have missed some logic somewhere or made a math error. |
2009-04-14, 23:33 | Link #3975 |
Kira_Naruto, the ecchi
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Please dont use this thread for mundane chatting place
+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- If this story doesn't make you cry from laughing so hard, let me know and we'll send someone right over to check your pulse. This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air. Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to rip them out! Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts. Some time later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his underpants with a look of horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, "Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you." "What do you mean?" asked his wife. "Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."
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