

“Please, Trump, stop winning.”
Astounding that he actually managed to deliver on that promise.


“Please, Trump, stop winning.”
Astounding that he actually managed to deliver on that promise.


It’s the thing that bothers me about the obligatory 1-on-1s we do every month with our supervisors, asking “On a scale from 1 to 10, what’s your stress level? Are you dealing with any personal issues?” And the one time I pipe up and say, “Yeah, they raised my rent $300 and it’s putting strain on my budget.” The response was “Do you know anyone who could move in or that you could move in with to alleviate that?” I haven’t gotten a raise in two years. Fuck this shit. Don’t act like you care.
There’s always time for one more bad decision, lol.


I can almost guarantee this was some stupid marketing exec’s idea. Someone had to write the code that interprets that you’re watching an episode that someone else has available for streaming. Any software dev worth their salt would have seen this request and said “This is the dumbest fucking idea I have ever seen in my life” and they probably had to make it anyway because it pays the bills.


…Is the ‘harsh wake-up call’ that they need to look for a better employer? Asking for your employees to push themselves harder is what we in the business call “Whining.”
“Next time, baby.”
I will never not laugh my ass off thinking about that.
“Correction, we have three potato.”


I was going to make a crack about them inventing a time machine to get Big Macs from like 20 years ago, but I actually kind of wish they’d bring back the angus 1/3rd pounder, those burgers were great.


It’s a very efficient system.


Seconded by Terry Davis


Slowly turning into a Life in Hell strip



Oh thank god, I was worried brows would continue to remain unfurrowed.


The devil’s advocate in me says that dealers often cut drugs with formula so there’s at least one other reason to keep it locked, but I don’t know how well that statement holds up under scrutiny, because it’s not like they check to see if you actually have a baby when you buy formula, and it’s probably not worth the risk to steal it as opposed to just buying it with the kind of return you’d get from diluting your product.
And yeah, I see razor blades, shampoo, and fucking laundry soap under lock and key in stores all the time. Nobody’s cutting drugs with any of those. Shit’s getting real fucked up.


This is how most supermarkets (Walmart/Kroger/Target, etc.) in the U.S. look brand new - they’re effectively warehouses that sell product directly to customers. Smaller shops and boutiques have finished ceilings that hide the ductwork and such because they’re meant to be more flexible commercial/office space, but large stores like this do not, except for specialized locations like electronics, jewelery, or pharmacy, that can be gated off from the rest of the inside of the building for reduced operation and security.


I mean, okay, but how much of anything can get hit by lightning and not be a smoldering crater without proper grounding and such?
Of course without committing a crime before and without saying anything else.
You will probably commit a crime or misdemeanor unknowingly on the way to the station. There is a reason you do not talk to the police, even if you think you’re completely innocent.
What’d you say about my moms?


Funnily enough, I do feel like an adult, mostly because I’ve been aware enough for long enough that everyone else is making it up as they go, that I can sense when people are on their bullshit and navigate it pretty effectively.
Also I’m making a lot of decisions that will hopefully insulate me from the consequences of my inevitable failure, but I hold no delusions that the safety net will ever be perfect or even good, or that some arbitrary amount of austerity would have bought me a house at this point, so I don’t starve myself of the little pleasures in the moment - today is the rainy day. I use my PTO, I get a little treat every once in a while, and I make myself as comfortable as I can. My life satisfaction has increased drastically with that in mind.
Look at Mr. Fatcat over here eating out while we’re on the verge of a recession.