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First they came for the nudes, and I did not speak out. Because I was not nude.
First they came for the nudes, and I did not speak out. Because I was not nude.
Join some Whatsapp group that piques your interest and meet with them IRL. I wouldn’t have thought that drinking beer and shooting the shit with total strangers could be so much fun, but here we are.
Geez, that reminds me of a former colleague that, when asked for “the numbers,” would just send screenshots of tables in the ERP system instead of exporting them to a spreadsheet. What’s even worse, usually a lot of values were plain wrong, on one occasion more than half of them.
Life is better down where it’s wetter.
A sixpack a day keeps the anal away.
Blame it on the rain.
Disinfotainment at its best.
At Google HQ:
Boss: “So… this Reddit integration you’ve been working on?”
Developer: “Yeah, I think the first milestone could be ready in about six months.”
Boss: “Sorry, that’s been decided, go-live is in 1.5 days.”
Reminds me of a dealership near me which actually had “The honest used-car salesman!” as their slogan.
It’s all just scare tactics, they’ll say.
Also, that feeling of power.
Ah, the entire collection of S. Harris’ Global Warming cartoons, though lumped together with other environmental topics, is worth linking.
Midnight Oil made a song about it, “Power and the Passion.”
Few people realize that a) burn-out has a high probability of recidivism; b) it changes the body, too. You develop a plethora of new nerve endings that fire discomfort and pain and that take years to diminish once you’ve made it through the acute phase.
You totally, literally become crippled by the system, and some people set themselves up for it willingly, kamikaze-style, thereby raising the bar for all others as well.
See also: System justification
I use the wage filter on Stepstone because I don’t want to sift through more than 20 pages of job ads each week. Also, I’m seeing more and more companies asking for your expected salary when applying on their web page anyway. If they don’t, I just put in the number at the end of my cover letter. Cuts through the bullshit.
Sure, I’m getting an order of magnitude fewer interviews this way, but on the other hand, I’m not wasting hours on dressing up and preparing myself, potentially even taking a day off and travelling out to the fucking company because they insist on meeting me in person, only to stare into blank faces after having answered the final interview question about my salary expectations.
Rather recently, when I was in sudden dire need of a job, I could not pull that shit off, obviously, but I still managed to get more than in my previous job. Then again, it turned out to be the fucking worst job I ever had, by far, so there’s that, too.
Isn’t the works committee just that part of management that’s been elected by the employees?
♫ I’m a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I can kill conversation as I walk into the room
I’m a three line whip, I’m the sort of thing they ban
I’m a walking disaster, I’m a demolition man ♫
Thank you so much for this. The Wikipedia rabbit hole it opened up led me to the fact that “vintage” originally meant “wine harvest”.
Because topless != nude in most of Europe. Hell, you can see topless women at pretty much any seashore when it’s warm enough.