So many sparkle gifs, so little time. (Because the rest of my time was taken loading all of that content on my slow connection.)

Eyy my college nickname.

Yeah, sometimes I just have to let my eyes glaze over something if it’s written incoherently. It’s nothing personal, my brain just cannot parse it.

Middle management killed my soul. I refused to extract every last drop of productivity from my reports. I did everything I could possibly do for them, but I couldn’t make things right for them. (I advocated for raises, promotions, increased staffing, and more frequent breaks.)

Under my management, my team was more productive than they were with other leadership. (Both the numbers and the customers agreed.) My managers said it was great, but then would complain when they saw them not working 100% of the time. (This was “wasteful.”)

The other middle managers were willing to do what I wouldn’t. Upper management would pass me over for promotions, for the middle managers that were willing to be lackeys that would grind up our staff for the good of profit. My mistake was that I wanted to provide great service and treat my staff like the competent professionals they were. The real vision was to provide the bare minimum, find creative ways to fleece the customers, and do it all by whatever means necessary.

I’ve been there. I am much happier not in management. I hope you’re doing well.

Phone? I think you mean mini Facebook machine.

Here I was, ready to call them out on stealing the joke from The Hangover, since I vaguely remember these comics from the same time period. (Matt’s comics are also my least favorite, and this one has a punchline more than just grabbing random women.) It turns out this strip came out 4 years before the movie.

And as time goes on and more dirt appears, you can do a cool layered look.

Yep. It’s why I try not to lean into anything too hard and get secondhand or minimal supplies. If she latches on, we can look at expanding, but that usually just fizzles out.

What a prick

I have a spinal issue I was born with that caused a lot of issues with the rest of my body, along with several injuries (altercations with people, car accidents). I do physical therapy and exercise but I still need a nice bed to help support my body so I am not in agony the next day.

My mattress cost about $1500. You can find mattresses more expensive than that, but the difference in price wasn’t worth it to me. I’ve slept on cheaper mattresses. The best of them were still pretty good, but my current mattress lets me wake up without nearly as much pain.

It means when the government helps people that aren’t me or people I like, or fails to hurt the people I don’t like.

I’m already doing the thing. I do not wish to exert the effort to do the other thing. Fuck the ramifications.

ramifications arrive

How could this have happened?

I would think that removing the barriers to voting that affect younger voters is the better option, along with getting rid of the electoral college and allowing felons to vote. Taking away voting rights for certain classes of citizens is a slippery slope, especially when the root problem is some votes count more than others and many potential votes never make it to the polls.

it sucks when I get that wave of productivity and then I try to push myself like that every day and beat myself up when I don’t achieve it.

Oof, yeah kids can be a handful. It can be hard when they’re around because there is truly no “off” when they’re around. Plus children need attention. They will need you less as time goes on, at the cost of becoming mouthy pains in the ass.

The mess will still be about the same amount, but a different kind. (You remember how teen boys can be.)

I’m hoping that you’re just having a temporary rough time with the kids, but you actually like them and want them around. If so, rant away! The life of a parent has a lot of challenges. If not, I would cut your losses and move on. (And not date anyone else with minor children.) The children will know they’re not wanted, and it hurts them to know their stepdad doesn’t like them.

“b-but I was one of the good ones!”

I was trying to get to my SharePoint but it wanted me to chat. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I want my files!!!

I’m AFAB and no one has ever said anything when I went to the men’s room. Got a lot of weird looks. The men’s room is so quiet, save for the unabashed shitting going on in there. The ladies tend to wait until they’re alone before they drop a deuce.

Secondhand, Harbor Freight, and Ryobi is the way for most tools.

Your processor

🤮 Bumpy

🤮 Ugly

My processor

🥰 Smooth

🥰 Cute