

Turns out, productivity soars when you have a well rested, well compensated, well treated, healthy, and housed people who don’t have constant stessors of literally every aspect of their lives nearly crumbling beneath them…
Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.
Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.
Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.
Turns out, productivity soars when you have a well rested, well compensated, well treated, healthy, and housed people who don’t have constant stessors of literally every aspect of their lives nearly crumbling beneath them…
Let’s say left door lies and right door tells the truth. Right door leads out.
Left door would lie and say “right door would tell you I am the door that leads out”
Right door would tell the truth, and say “left door would say LEFT door leads to freedom”. Since left door does not lead to freedom, left door would lie and say that left door is the correct one.
No matter which door you ask, they will have the same answer.
So you would choose the opposite door of whichever one they say.
Everyone makes fun of Tim, but BUT WAS RIGHT!
LOOK AT THE BONES!!!
You’re right, you clearly don’t have anything of substance to say.
“stealing art for my/my favorite techbro’s computer project should be legal and since it’s not yet, I’ll go around completely misrepresenting arguments in order to make them seem like they are the ones who are out-of-touch”
you begin manufacturing explosives in order to demolish all future trolley tracks, trying to ensure nobody is ever forced to choose again. Misunderstanding your purpose, you are arrested, and the people cheer that a terrorist has been brought to justice. Your pleas fall on deaf ears and people insist the trolleys are good, the trolleys are necessary.
True, it’s not a great plan. But it’s not your fault. You can never move on from… the trolley problem.
My condolences to your digestive tract…
I’ve managed to get two first round interviews, and I’m a “perfect candidate” for one and have been invited to a second interview. They dropped a surprise drug test that wasn’t mentioned at any point before, and while they won’t find any hard drugs, THC is legal in my state. So if I get past the second interview, I have to just hope they don’t care about thc.
At least if they do, I’ll have wasted their time as much as mine, and more importantly, their money on the tests.
Lol. I wasn’t going to be paying full price for a game anyway, but now I’m not paying for gearbox games ever again.
Also sometimes I use a photo editor on my phone.
The crayon scribbles of my 3 year old nephew on the back of a soggy napkin holds more value than a mountain of AI slop.
I would still say I don’t understand written German, and I certainly couldn’t understand SPOKEN German, but I understand enough to understand the memes.
So thanks for that, ich_iel!
At least some nutters have the decency to say that it’s mind controlling chemicals, not the “you’ll be dead soon” kind.
Kind of like the covid vaccine. I should have been dead in 3 6 8 months a year 2 years 3 years 4 years I’ll be dead in 5 years!
I can confirm yahoo still exists, and they’re great for my junk mail since I don’t have anything signed into it, it was made before you needed to link any personally identifying info so I think my name is still something like “fart boob” or something like that. 13 year old me thought it was hilarious.
Honestly if someone managed to hijack that account, either they’d quickly realize it was worthless or I’d be laughing as I tell them to have fun with their garbage, I’ll be sending some more soon.
water soluble powder
Oh god I’m having flashbacks… That shit is nasty.
YOU SLEEP ON A FARM NAZEEM
YOU HAVE NOTHING IN THE CLOUD DISTRICT
Bitch ass posers thinking they’re better than us just because they walk around the fancy area of town sometimes…
Also your whole city is 30 people.
You ain’t fancy, bitch.
Sounds like your friend is just lame.
In seriousness, 99.999999% of people will live a “normal” life, and very occasionally, someone might have a time or two that elevates it above “normal”. The percentage of people who live “above” normal lives is so tiny, physicists would laugh at you for using so many decimal places.
Wanting more isn’t a problem unless that desire is killing what you have to be happy about now.
In other words, “don’t let perfect get in the way of good”
And I’ve heard all the platitudes.
I like to make people uncomfortable when they start going on about how my wife and I should have kids. She had a TL and I had a vasectomy. I usually start off with “kids are off the table for us.”
We SHOULDN’T have kids because genetics on both our families are shit.
We WON’T have kids because they’re awful to deal with 90% of the time, and neither of us feel that the world will be a livable place in their lifetime so it would be cruel to have children anyway.
We CAN’T have kids because the medical procedures.
If someone gets pushy about it, I act emotional, burst out that after so many miscarriages we have given up on children and the person should learn to take a hint.
So far nobody has had anything else to say after that.
To many people nowadays, the actual job itself doesn’t matter, it’s the fact that it’s a job and it pays.