I felt pressured into it.
I was 19, and struggling.
No branch would take me, despite having a nearly perfect ASVAB score. Missed one question, and its because I never had access to fucking diesel engines growing up.
I’m epileptic.
So, after multiple attempts, I don’t qualify as “disabled” enough to receive benefits, but I can’t even sign my flesh away for an hourly rate like the dregs of society to die in some foreign shit-hole.
I’ll just die in my local shit-hole, thanks.
Plenty of firemen start fires to put them out, wind up with arson charges.
I’d feel safer at a waffle house deep in the hood, wearing a red shirt while everyone else had blue on.
In the grand scheme of things, we’re all animals.
Push any of us far enough, starve us enough, etc.
This is why we have self-defense laws. It is inherently understandable that under duress a person (or lion) will act outside of their usual nature to secure food, shelter, or safety.
That being said, this is no way in defense of any mass-shooter types. There is a difference between self-defense and mass-murder.
I lived on the street next to a high school.
The primary entrance to both the high school and the rest of the neighborhood was appropriately named Funnel.
Getting out of the neighborhood was sometimes the longest part of my journey, and that was driving from the suburbs into downtown on a notoriously traffic ridden (and always under construction) freeway - they liked to close exits with little to no notice sometimes requiring massive rerouting. Was late a couple times because of that, but the traffic right at the start of the commute was the worst.
A combination of high schoolers who can’t drive, and half asleep parents who need more caffeine or less kids - probably both - as well as pedestrians and kids on bikes. I don’t know about your area, but cyclists in that area did not abide by traffic laws and no one stopped them, so they kept doing it. More than a few people died at that crossing in the ~5 years I lived there.
Thankfully, I usually only saw it bad on my way home in the morning (medical IT, I worked nights).
Covering some other shifts though? Whew, I had to leave at least 30 minutes earlier than I would for a night shift.
I wouldn’t say ALL cats check the physics before leaping.
I mean, they’re impressive as a group… but individual outliers exist. My wife and I have 4 of them, lol.
I’m a gamer, and I do…
Then again, I’m mostly excited about using CUDA cores for cracking hashes and the like, lol.
I think you’re trying to lead them on too much.
Obviously, you want to see chaos, explosions, fire, and mayhem. Of course you do, so do I, and if its in the process of destroying a fascist foreign interloper who somehow gets a pass for being an illegal immigrant from this joke of an administration, then all the better.
Bury the lede a bit. Let them think they came to that conclusion.
People don’t like being overtly manipulated. Covertly is a different matter.
My last gig was using Teams as its call handler. As in for the help desk.
I’ll just leave it at that.
Reminds me of a boss I had.
He seemed almost proud that he has never met his grandchildren, because his own children hate him so much that after they left the house, they cut contact.
Yet all he talked about was how family was the most important thing, and that if your family needs anything… yada yada, I caught hell for trying to support my wife when her father died. Fucking hypocrite.
In an electronics tool kit.
Mostly because the only time recall using that specific tool was when I got my Pixel 8, and that was shortly after release, so its been a minute.
I haven’t heard that term for it before.
Bravo.
My wife will be horrified when I drop that in the future.
Had a coworker who decided during his shift that he was going to buy “that” TV that he pointed at.
Of course he did not have the funds to do so.
So he went to the payday loan place in the parking lot.
He didn’t last long at that job. Wonder if he ever paid that off…
I worked at an elementary school (public) in a very red state.
I had been overhauling the library computers (I was IT) all day and had been chatting with the librarian. Cool chick, probably 10 years older than me, so late 30s. I was dating my wife at the time, so I wasn’t looking to date, but got invited out for drinks with other librarians from the district.
After a few rounds, the topic turned to censorship, book bans, etc.
Every single one of them, from the churchy prim and proper lady, to the more alternative types, we against banning books and discussed how to get the kids access and and encourage them to read them, without losing their jobs.
I had to shutdown their plan to distribute cheap flash drives with banned material on them a la guerilla distribution - ie, leave it where kids would find them.
And that is why next week Mr. Case’s cyber security BS thing was about how we don’t plug random shit we find in to computers.
Sure, sure… but it all seems to be an interconnected web.
I could read in release order, but that can get rather disconnected… There doesn’t seem to be a good starting point.
So, that is what has stopped me.
Like knowing you need to clean up a disaster, but you just look at it and have no idea where to even begin approaching it. Throw in some executive dysfunction issues, and it seems the only time I can “find” to read for pleasure is when I have something else more important to do that I’m unable to start on.
She ruined the only opportunity I had to see Iron Maiden.
They dropped off the Ozzfest tour that year because Sharon was a cock-juggling-thunder-cunt right before they got to my town.
Mea-sles? Ohhh, my freedom rash.
Nah, its fine. Not contagious or potentially life altering for the worse even if I survive.
I don’t know where I picked it up, but my toddler son came back from preschool with something similar! Any way, I’ve got to get to his funeral. Merica!
I mean, chemo is primarily used for cancer - however it is also used to treat some autoimmune and blood disorders.
I assume you mean as a healthy person though, which yeah… sounds miserable if you have no reason.
I’m kind of the opposite, lol.
I miss my overnight shift.
I’d wake up, the world was quiet, there were no harsh lights to contend with, very few coworkers to deal with, even less management…
Just go in, put in my earbuds between calls, and do my shit. Then, when everyone is grumpy and trying to get coffee, I’m going home.
That being said, when the time changed it could be a blessing and a curse.
On one hand, sweet, short(ish) day… well, 11 hours. Then it swings the other way, and 13 hour shifts suck even more than 12 hours.
Watching the time roll back an hour feels very unfair when you’re on the clock and just want to go home, lol.
My wife would agree. She has… so many womanly issues, but can’t find anyone to yank the damn thing out.
She wants no children.
I, her husband, had a vasectomy before we ever met.
We have no use for the damn thing and it just causes so many problems.