In celebration of the end of a truly miserable Monday, post your most awful, wretched coins!
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Boy, I had a lousy day.
Wanna hear me grumble and moan about it? Well, then... onwards, dear reader! Otherwise skip to the next section for some numismatic content.
Let's see... I got off graveyard shift at the usual time; perhaps 30 minutes later than usual. Rather than stay in town with an hour and a half to kill before the banks and post office opened, I decided to go ahead and drive home to the rural boondocks, steal a three or four-hour nap, then get up and go run my errands before my daughter got off the schoolbus.
The world had different ideas.
In that three hours or so that I attempted to get a nap, the telephone rang thirteen times.
Usually I let the machine get it when I am trying to sleep in the mornings, as we graveyard shift folk are prone to do.
But these people, whoever they were, opted not to leave messages. One, however, did choose to call back three times in rapid succession, hanging up each and every time, before the machine picked up.
Ugh. What little nap I got was ruined.
So I got up, threw on some bummy clothes (sweatpants and the like), and decided to run my errands.
For my postal run, to get the promised shipments out today, I chose to drive nine miles west into neighboring Brantley County, and the little town of Waynesville, GA, instead of going thirteen miles east downtown to where my home city's post office is located.
I arrived in Waynesville just around noon, say, 12:10 or so. Well, guess what. Waynesville, GA, little more than a wide spot in the road, is one of those towns (like Swannanoa, NC, where I used to live) that closes its post office midday, so THE GUY can take lunch. And Waynesville, GA's midget postal branch closes between 12:00 noon and 2:00 PM, so apparently THE GUY takes a two-hour lunch.
Ugh.
So now I had to drive nine miles back the way I'd come, and THEN fight traffic for the thirteen miles into Brunswick. Always a joy when you've worked all night and had barely an hour of wretched, substandard sleep.
Arriving at the Brunswick, GA main post office, I found myself about eighteenth in line. There were only two clerks working and the line stretched all the way outside the doors of the lobby.
Terrific.
After that ordeal was done, I made an uneventful stop at the antique mall where I sell my coins, and headed back home.
By this time I was unable to sleep, and the damnfool dog outside was barking at every leaf that fell, which of course set the dog at the foot of my bed to barking. And the indoor dog, small though he is, has a bark like a pistol shot.
So finally I was able to steal a few Zs in the evening in between moments when my daughter was going in and out of the back door SLAMMING it every time and shaking the whole house (trailer, in our case).
Just before ten PM I awoke, showered, and prepared to come back to work.
I couldn't find my stinkin' keys anywhere.
Because, of course, they were locked inside my van, along with my wallet, cellphone, cigarettes, and just about everything else.
And there is no spare set of keys to my van. The dealership is the only one with that kind of key blank, and they wanted an arm and a leg for another key, so to hell with that- I've just been very careful not to lock my keys inside, and have only done it one other time in five years. (The last time fortunately being during summer, when I'd left the vent window slightly open).
Fantastic.
At this point I was ready to smash in the window with a brick, but fortunately the cursing awoke my wife, who just told me to take her car to work- she'd borrow her father's truck in the morning.
So I came to work in her car, and since my XM radio is in the van, I had the real treat of listening to regular FM radio, with the static and screaming car dealer commercials and Christmassy commercial crap. Ugh. I forgot how spoiled I've become by not having to listen to that garbage on my commute every night. I also noticed that Michael Savage, whom I cannot stand, seems to have made the jump from AM radio to FM since the last time I tuned in. I quickly skipped over his vile and obnoxious program.
Catching the employee shuttle bus to work, I left behind the big cup I usually bring to drink my tea at night.
Typical.
So now, thank goodness, there's only a half an hour left of Monday.
I have a coin deal appointment in the morning at 9:00, meaning I have about an hour and a half to kill after I get off in the morning. I'd get the detector out and go down to the park, but oh yeah- the detector is locked inside my van with everything else.
So I guess I'll sit in my wife's car and listen to awful radio and r-
No, I won't read my Dave Bowers book. Because... you guessed it. It's locked inside my van.
I wont be able to get breakfast- no wallet.
Good thing I have my briefcase with me. The lady I am meeting at 9:00 AM wants to buy silver dollars, which is good.
All will be probably be well by Tuesday AM, and thank goodness Monday's done, now.
After my errands in town in the morning, I'll be tired, but I'll still have the joy of trying to jimmy the door on my van somehow.
O joy.
In celebration of miserable Mondays, post the most awful, wretched, nasty coin you own.
Or a heartbreaker that might have otherwise been nice if it hadn't been whizzed/scratched/AT-ed/colorized/soldered/dipped in baby poo.
Here's one from my Holey Gold Hat. We'll call this "high-end nasty". This poor thing got holed (fine by me, since I collect holeys), and counterstamped, but then some chucklehead decided to try and buff or whiz out the counterstamp (a pity, as I see it). For good measure, I think they added a little solder in a nonmatching color.
That was "high-end nasty". Then there's "plain-old nasty".
Nothin' like some detector finds for true nastiness. You like Crusty Busties? Ha. Try some dug coins for REAL crust.
So, whatcha got? Whip out your worst!
Wanna hear me grumble and moan about it? Well, then... onwards, dear reader! Otherwise skip to the next section for some numismatic content.
Let's see... I got off graveyard shift at the usual time; perhaps 30 minutes later than usual. Rather than stay in town with an hour and a half to kill before the banks and post office opened, I decided to go ahead and drive home to the rural boondocks, steal a three or four-hour nap, then get up and go run my errands before my daughter got off the schoolbus.
The world had different ideas.
In that three hours or so that I attempted to get a nap, the telephone rang thirteen times.
Usually I let the machine get it when I am trying to sleep in the mornings, as we graveyard shift folk are prone to do.
But these people, whoever they were, opted not to leave messages. One, however, did choose to call back three times in rapid succession, hanging up each and every time, before the machine picked up.
Ugh. What little nap I got was ruined.
So I got up, threw on some bummy clothes (sweatpants and the like), and decided to run my errands.
For my postal run, to get the promised shipments out today, I chose to drive nine miles west into neighboring Brantley County, and the little town of Waynesville, GA, instead of going thirteen miles east downtown to where my home city's post office is located.
I arrived in Waynesville just around noon, say, 12:10 or so. Well, guess what. Waynesville, GA, little more than a wide spot in the road, is one of those towns (like Swannanoa, NC, where I used to live) that closes its post office midday, so THE GUY can take lunch. And Waynesville, GA's midget postal branch closes between 12:00 noon and 2:00 PM, so apparently THE GUY takes a two-hour lunch.
Ugh.
So now I had to drive nine miles back the way I'd come, and THEN fight traffic for the thirteen miles into Brunswick. Always a joy when you've worked all night and had barely an hour of wretched, substandard sleep.
Arriving at the Brunswick, GA main post office, I found myself about eighteenth in line. There were only two clerks working and the line stretched all the way outside the doors of the lobby.
Terrific.
After that ordeal was done, I made an uneventful stop at the antique mall where I sell my coins, and headed back home.
By this time I was unable to sleep, and the damnfool dog outside was barking at every leaf that fell, which of course set the dog at the foot of my bed to barking. And the indoor dog, small though he is, has a bark like a pistol shot.
So finally I was able to steal a few Zs in the evening in between moments when my daughter was going in and out of the back door SLAMMING it every time and shaking the whole house (trailer, in our case).
Just before ten PM I awoke, showered, and prepared to come back to work.
I couldn't find my stinkin' keys anywhere.
Because, of course, they were locked inside my van, along with my wallet, cellphone, cigarettes, and just about everything else.
And there is no spare set of keys to my van. The dealership is the only one with that kind of key blank, and they wanted an arm and a leg for another key, so to hell with that- I've just been very careful not to lock my keys inside, and have only done it one other time in five years. (The last time fortunately being during summer, when I'd left the vent window slightly open).
Fantastic.
At this point I was ready to smash in the window with a brick, but fortunately the cursing awoke my wife, who just told me to take her car to work- she'd borrow her father's truck in the morning.
So I came to work in her car, and since my XM radio is in the van, I had the real treat of listening to regular FM radio, with the static and screaming car dealer commercials and Christmassy commercial crap. Ugh. I forgot how spoiled I've become by not having to listen to that garbage on my commute every night. I also noticed that Michael Savage, whom I cannot stand, seems to have made the jump from AM radio to FM since the last time I tuned in. I quickly skipped over his vile and obnoxious program.
Catching the employee shuttle bus to work, I left behind the big cup I usually bring to drink my tea at night.
Typical.
So now, thank goodness, there's only a half an hour left of Monday.
I have a coin deal appointment in the morning at 9:00, meaning I have about an hour and a half to kill after I get off in the morning. I'd get the detector out and go down to the park, but oh yeah- the detector is locked inside my van with everything else.
So I guess I'll sit in my wife's car and listen to awful radio and r-
No, I won't read my Dave Bowers book. Because... you guessed it. It's locked inside my van.
I wont be able to get breakfast- no wallet.
Good thing I have my briefcase with me. The lady I am meeting at 9:00 AM wants to buy silver dollars, which is good.
All will be probably be well by Tuesday AM, and thank goodness Monday's done, now.
After my errands in town in the morning, I'll be tired, but I'll still have the joy of trying to jimmy the door on my van somehow.
O joy.
In celebration of miserable Mondays, post the most awful, wretched, nasty coin you own.
Or a heartbreaker that might have otherwise been nice if it hadn't been whizzed/scratched/AT-ed/colorized/soldered/dipped in baby poo.
Here's one from my Holey Gold Hat. We'll call this "high-end nasty". This poor thing got holed (fine by me, since I collect holeys), and counterstamped, but then some chucklehead decided to try and buff or whiz out the counterstamp (a pity, as I see it). For good measure, I think they added a little solder in a nonmatching color.
That was "high-end nasty". Then there's "plain-old nasty".
Nothin' like some detector finds for true nastiness. You like Crusty Busties? Ha. Try some dug coins for REAL crust.
So, whatcha got? Whip out your worst!
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Sorry about your day though. Tomorrow will be better.
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<< <i>I went to bed having finished my work at 5:40, and slept through 3 alarms at 7am, finally getting up around 7:45 when I was called because I was late. I'm really, really, really tired. >>
Oh, c'mon, Jeremy. Izzat the best (worst) you've got?
I know YOU have a coin that belongs in this thread.
You know the one I'm talkin' about.
C'mon. Whip it out, buddy. You know the one.
I love it.
That's... umm... awesome.
A day like that and you have the energy to write it up? Remarkable.
"Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working" Pablo Picasso
Made my Monday sound OKIE DOKIE !!
- Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106-43 BC
<< <i>A day like that and you have the energy to write it up? Remarkable. >>
Call it therapy. Or venting. Whatever.
Besides, I'm back at work now, and the hotel's as quiet as a mausoleum tonight. Just the way I like it.
Gives me smoething to do.
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Oh, c'mon, Jeremy. Izzat the best (worst) you've got?
I know YOU have a coin that belongs in this thread.
You know the one I'm talkin' about.
C'mon. Whip it out, buddy. You know the one.
First, I'll expand on why everything sucks right now:
-Last week, my earliest bed time was 4:30 and my longest sleep under 4 hours. My body doesn't do 5 20+ hour days in a row
-For a technical design class, we've had 3 notebook checks this semester. Yesterday, I wrote more than I have for any entire notebook check period on everything that went wrong in a 30 minute span yesterday evening.
-I just realized I'm about to be dealing with a very difficult eBayer, and now's not when I have a lot of time to do it.
On the bright side...
-My brother's getting married in 12 days
-I'm gonna be far, far away from MIT for a solid month, and that's going to be way more fun than these classes. You see, all I want for Christmas is my boarding pass
Oh, and here you go, me lord:
Came home and ate leftover spaghetti. Homemade
All in all, not a bad day. Sorry to hear about yours, though.
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That's halarious! Hell, next time just body Bag the damn thing!!!
Rob
"Those guys weren't Fathers they were...Mothers."
This here krusty kritter Koin is the worst one that I think I ever owned. Fortunately, I offered it up to TorinoCobra71 (as a joke
Cheers!
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That's the one.
Sorta puts my "miserable" Monday in perspective. Coulda been a lot worse.
Oh, and while many of you are suffering through freezing rain and snow, we had a blue-sky sunny day with temps in the mid- to upper-70s here. It was gorgeous. Ladymarcovan spent hours planting pansies in the flowerbeds, while I briefly contemplated turning the AC back on in the house, or throwing open some windows. Drove around in a shortsleeved T-shirt for much of the aforementioned trip mentioned above.
It would've been a perfect day for diggin', in fact, had I been able to go. A friend of mine has lined up permission to detect at a potentially juicy old house I've had my eye on for 13 years. And we have perfect diggin' weather, but I can't go! Maybe this weekend.
Hopefully there will be a new "Digger's Diary" episode by early next week. Maybe even one involving some dug Seated silver. Aaah, I can dream, can't I? That is certainly a possibility on this particular site...
This monday and next (12/10 -12/17 this year) are the busiest days of the year at the Post Office.
I found that out standing in line today.
The idea that somewhere in this land a postal office can shut down for a 2 hour lunch on the busiest day of the year strikes me as somewhat... well, somewhat quaint.
Hang in there, Waynesville!
"Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working" Pablo Picasso
That's one holey I would never crack out. It's such a classic.
I think the ANACS people perversely enjoyed net-grading it and adding as many qualifiers as they could.
I went to the Post office this morning. I dumped a tub of pre-posted coins in the big blue package bin, waved and said Merry Christmas to those in line, and left. Sure is nice to print out your postage online.
He're my story. Busy weekend planned, christmas lights on the two story house, laundry, christmas preparations, and try to enertain the kids a little. So I get home Friday night from work and Tommy, my 7 yr old, has a blank piece of 2' x 3' poster board they had sent home with him with a message, "You son has been selected "star of the week" for next week. please put whatever you want on this posterboard and send it back, ON MONDAY". So with a little quesitoning it became clear the intent is to fill it with pictures of Tommy doing all his favorite things and things at school that made him a "star". No problem, I'm geeky-dad, always carrying the camera in a pouch on the belt. So I have thousands of photos to choose from--all digital and no functional color printer. i used all the ink up printing address labels and packing slips and then replaced it with a lazer printer after about $300 in ink cartridges. So I went out to get ink cartridges, $54!!! and I only paid $49 for the printer. I looked around and there was a new printer on sale for $26 with ink cartridges. So I bought in and went home to print...printed about a half acre of photos and ran out of ink again. Trashed the printer and went back and bought another one. kindo cool treating the printers as disposable.
Finished up by tie-wrapping a golf club diagonally across the face of it since he is a golf nut. Drilled a golf ball and screwed it to an appropriate point on the poster. Stiffened it all with some cardboard and it turned out pretty good. He came home tonight beaming. The laundry took the brunt of the hit. Still got the christmas lights up.
Here is a photo of it:
And here is a wretched coin. I have worse but none are imaged:
<< <i>Jeremy, that is a fantastic problem coin. Is there any other problems that can be done to force a bigger label? >>
I've forgotten the original list (I had the coin slabbed in the summer of 2003) but I know there were more problems that they couldn't fit. It's certainly AT, as well.
Thing is, though, the wound from the hole shows fresher, bright metal, which wouldn't be the case on a dug holey.
<< <i>Waynesville rings a bell. Do you work at the power plant? >>
I think every state in the union must have a Waynesville. I know we had one near where I lived in Western NC.
Power plant? Nah. But it's a center of power, nonetheless.
I work on Sea Island, GA, for the Sea Island company, at The Cloister. One of the top upscale resorts in the country. We hosted the 2004 G8 Summit here. President Bush (Jr.) was here for that, but we see more of President Bush (Sr.) here, since he and Barbara honeymooned here in the 1940s. They come back occasionally.
In my Room Service position, I have served presidents and kings, though I have managed to not see a US president in person yet. (Just their Secret Service retinues). I served the president of Algeria and King Abdullah of Jordan during the G8. Ran into Arnold Palmer once. My wife did get to see President Bush (Jr.) and Chirac of France during the G8.
It's a pretty interesting place to work, though now being deskbound on the graveyard shift, I see little except the kitchen and the overnight chef and servers.
Didn't wanna get me no trade
Never want to be like papa
Working for the boss every night and day
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<< <i>Naaah, that looks NT. Natural "dirt" toning. Looks like many dug coins I've pried from the soil.
Thing is, though, the wound from the hole shows fresher, bright metal, which wouldn't be the case on a dug holey. >>
Let me just say I bought the coin when it was bright white. Trust me, that color came from the flame, not nature.
Sorry about your bad day. I have a snow day today!
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<< <i>Let me just say I bought the coin when it was bright white. Trust me, that color came from the flame, not nature. >>
COIN DOCTOR!!! COIN DOCTOR!!!
Hang 'im high!
(Next thing, yer gonna tell us it was YOU who drilled the hole in that poor, wounded, defenseless thing...?)
Nice AT job, though. It looks like dirt toning.
So all is well. The demons of yesterday have all been exorcised, and my credit card is not groaning so much now.
And it's another gorgeous day. Y'know, they said it was gonna hit 80 degrees here today.
Eat your hearts out, you poor, frozen Midwesterners and Yankees. Yeeehaaa fer the Deep South, baby!
(Of course, it sux in July and August.)
1882 Shield Nickel.....a Metal Detector find...
1811 Half Cent.....another MD find:
Shoot, it's better than many of the ones I just bought in a small lot.
And regarding that half cent (and the 1794 you dug on the day I was s'posed to be with you)... YOU SUCK. But you already know how much you suck.
And I've seen much fuglier Frankies than that, Lee. You get bonus points for the fingerprint, but otherwise, it's not frightful enough. Heck, I've seen a lot of NT pieces that were far nastier looking than your AT baby.
Well, it's been seen here several times, but here it is again, my very own 1798/7 Bust Dime:
O Stoney One, that is truly nasty. Thanks fer sharin'. Of course Draped Bust silver is still desirable even when you can't see much of the Draped Bust!
'Tis a wonder you know the date on that, though, much less that it's an overdate. Are you using some other diagnostics? 'Cause I can't make heads or tails outta that obverse. Quite odd, coinsidering how much of the eagle is there on the reverse.
MrSpud, you need to flush that!
<< <i>I also noticed that Michael Savage, whom I cannot stand, seems to have made the jump from AM radio to FM since the last time I tuned in. I quickly skipped over his vile and obnoxious program.
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I LOVE Michael Savage's show!
Anytime I get a "You Suck" from LM...it's a good day.
Seriously, I hope we can do it this weekend. Ty Herig is proving to be a really good guy to know, with his social networks. Too bad his computer is down and he ain't online much. BTW, I just bought a bunch of dug coins from Captain Larry Davis, a local fisherman/shrimper and relic guy who knows Marshall Peek. Seated stuff and large cents. Larry was a "big boy" in his day but doesn't get out much anymore. He lives on my road. Some of his TH-ing tales really lit me up.
<< <i>I LOVE Michael Savage's show!
Bob, I gotta admit I listened to it on AM many times, in the bad old days before I had XM. I don't always disagree with Michael Savage, but I think he's a loudmouthed buffoon a lot of the time, and some of the stuff he says makes me wish he was within rotten-vegetable-throwing range. It's kind of funny, though. I remember when I watched Howard Stern's movie, how they were talking about a lot of the zillions of listeners Stern got, who boosted his ratings, were actually folks who hated him. But nevertheless, they always tuned in, just to see what he'd say next. My reaction to Stern has never been as bad as my allergy to Michael Savage, but more a case of boredom. Howard Stern's more self-deprecating style is amusing to me, whereas Savage (like Limbaugh and some others) is so pompous and self-important it's almost funny.
i about pissed myself.
this ones better with a pic and label.
wow they needed that sub fee bad....
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On the bright side...
-My brother's getting married in 12 days
-I'm gonna be far, far away from MIT for a solid month, and that's going to be way more fun than these classes. You see, all I want for Christmas is my boarding pass Just a few more days...
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Aw, c'mon Jeremy. IAP's the best time to be there. Well, except it's durn cold...