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i’ve been here at my job for almost six years and the only way to defeat my imposter syndrome was to recognize that all my job really asks of me is to

1. be here (i am here ✅)
2. have a pulse (just checked, have a pulse ✅)
3. answer phone when it rings (when it rang, i answered it ✅)

all the stuff i know about my industry stopped seeming like it was worth a damn once i knew it
after all - i’m worthless so anything i know is worthless too right? 🙃

they literally called me in to work overtime tonight,
who the fuck am i to challenge their judgment?
how fucking dare i even dream of possessing the hubris to question their willingness to pay me?

it’s basically a form of radical acceptance.

to be fair, the rates are more affordable ._.

I suppose a bowling ball is perhaps sharper than a soggy mattress -_-

can’t use it if i got my health insurance through obamacare? -_- fucking bullshit

It’s called working at a towing company, and I already have. I know what those “roadside assistance” firms do from the inside, because we’re the ones who actually do the work when they call, and most of them are trash; you could just skip the middle man and call us directly, but the good ones actually pay decently and are more likely to get our help. Prices become better for individuals when they act as a group who collectively pool resources to subsidize cost on the basis that having a lifeline to fall back on when you don’t need one is better than not having one when you do need one. Technically any handful of people can found a private social club that they all pay ten bucks a month into but don’t always use, and such a club’s warchest will snowball to thousands of dollars while no one is looking. Then when suddenly one person is in trouble, the club swoops in and eats the cost. Socialization of risk. Mutual aid. Wish more people did that.

And anyone who would pay that much for a car is a gullible fool who doesn’t deserve to keep their money anyway, so that tracks, yeah. What a fucking waste.

Indeed; what we need is a jailbreak and a way to operate these systems on our own independent or third party / aftermarket resources. In a REAL competitive market, someone else could set up a server and offer to run these applications (or others!) for a different price. Not that I’m even particularly fond of capitalism myself nor how vulnerable it makes your car to turn it into an IOT device.

This WILL be hacked though, eventually.

i disown and disavow all millennials who give zoomers a hard time

zoomers are fucking priceless

gen-α needs the strongest possible start and the best support we can offer

let’s NOT act like those FUCKING BOOMERS.

i shut that shit off using /gamerule doInsomnia = false
i fucking hate that entire mechanic
if i had my way, sleeping in a bed would do something else entirely such as:

1. Present the option to create a backup save of the world snapshotted to that moment
2. Restores satiety to the same level as your hunger bar but does not restore actual hunger
3. Gives a “rested” buff of health boost/absorption, luck, haste, and night vision that will last almost until noon in-game. bright eyed and bushy tailed!
4. perhaps all of the above.

there’s something incredibly satisfyingly ironic about using a vpn to cancel your vpn

psh, YOU’RE a tart. :p

then again, this is a a loop-shaped calzone… topologically, a torus. the chart doesn’t even have an entry for that, but i’m ok with provisionally classifying it as a calzone

you know what, yeah actually, i think i agree with that too!

Good on them. I fucking love Zoomers.

This classification system is deeply flawed but one of the most obvious ways is failing to recognize that quiche is an arbitrarily over specific example of what its category should ACTUALLY be called, which is obviously PIE.

PIZZA IS PIE TOO. The crust puffing up elevated at the edges contains the ingredients within.

And in this case, a stuffed crust pizza is indeed a PIE SURROUNDED BY A CALZONE.

Alternatively surrounded by a burrito.

W O U L D

republicans don’t run on credibility.

they’re practically immune to credibility, let alone merely blind to it.

Hell yeah O_O

Sappho And Her Friend, “Roommates”!