Self control is just like a muscle, and, when overused, it gets strained and doesn't work anymore.
I've been studying all week. Now I've got self control sprain. I can't make myself wake up or stop eating cookies!
When someone plays video games and gets so pissed off that they throw their controller in a fit of rage. Sometimes one will have a designated controller just for throwing.
I was playing Modern Warfare 2 last night and I got Throwing Controller Pissed.
a very complicated job in which a few choice select very brilliant individuals tell all so very dumb pilots what to do so as they dont fuck over the whole continent with delays and mid air collisions. therefore being the most important job in the world (doctors are not the most important) because you only need doctors if there are no air traffic controllers to provide the safe orderly and expoditios flow of air traffic.
dude your so smart that you should be an air traffic controller... you know the smartest people in the world.
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A person who directs pilots from the ground in order to ensure the safe, orderly and expeditious flow of air traffic through his/her airspace.
The air traffic controllers at high volume airports and enroute centers have one of the most stressful jobs in the world and are often unfairly blamed for airport delays. A given airport can only handle a certain number of flights per hour, and the airlines frequently schedule more flights than that number, causing delays that even the most skilled controller could not avoid. Furthermore, each controller is allowed three losses of separation minimums between two aircraft every two and a half years. One more and he/she gets suspended - and many of them are controlling around a hundred planes per hour. Think about that before you blame them for your late flights.
You land a million planes safely, then you have one little mid-air and you never hear the end of it.
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Tonight we're going to be ballin out of control.
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This is a shirt my first husband got second hand and I could tell why. As soon as he put that shirt on, it looked so bad that I was forced to shut my eyes because it was emotionally traumatizing to look at it. The combination of print, pattern and color produced such a cataclysm of visual assault that I needed six months of therapy to deal with it. It is the equivalent of seeing your loved one wearing a Jason from Halloween mask, which is almost as scary.
When my husband wore the birth control shirt, I knew that there would be no chance of him cheating on me. I was surprised it didn't render him sterile. It was one ugly-ass unflattering shirt. I threw it away and he divorced me anyway.
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