

I used sandpaper on mine, a few different grits down to a 2000 I think it was. Then applied a UV-resistant clear. It has gone well over 5 years now.


I used sandpaper on mine, a few different grits down to a 2000 I think it was. Then applied a UV-resistant clear. It has gone well over 5 years now.


I’m not an expert but have worked in these kinds of environments on and off over the years.
It’s hard to offer broad advice as every encounter is different. Your workplace might offer training though to give you some tools, which will likely also teach you the things not to say (eg promising a result, stoking the fire, preaching, etc).
Calming someone down isn’t always the goal either, sometimes people just need to process difficult information or grieve for the loss of a loved one. All you can do in this situation is to offer a safe place to do that, and maybe a sympathetic ear if they need to talk, and perhaps to validate their feelings. Otherwise just being present is often enough, as is knowing when to give someone space.
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It’s been ages but if my memory isn’t lying to me…
you’re right about the bad guy end up being a VP, the whole story unravels in front of Robocop and the company’s board, and the dude is standing there smugly because one of Robocop’s core directives is he can’t kill an executive of the company. The CEO in standard 80s action movie style says “hey <name>… you’re fired”, Robocop pauses long enough for the bad guy to realise what just happened, then shoots the guy
Also the above is for the first movie, I think the second movie is where the sentry thing does the deed.
I should dust these off and watch them again lol
My dad was the opposite thankfully! He taught me to drive in the bush, on the beach etc, well before legal driving age, as soon as I could reach the pedals, and taught me to ride a dirt bike when he scored one small enough for me for cheap. He also taught basic repairs, we were not wealthy so everything we had needed fixing pretty regularly lol.
For him it was a father/son bonding thing, and we both loved it. I still have a love of cars and bikes which I suspect stems from those early experiences.
I have to assume too that learning the road rules and the like was a lot easier without needing to learn driving basics at the same time. Why most places seem to teach “car control” and “road rules and traffic” together is beyond me.
English is my native language. I have on more than one occasion gone blank trying to think of a word, only to remember it in Japanese. Which is particularly amusing when it’s the kana-ised version of the English word I had forgotten.
Assuming it’s not made up, I dare say they had to be booked for something, otherwise the next evening there’d be a parade of cars being pushed home from their local watering holes
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