I wish there were a setting for the whole damn internet to never show me or recommend me an audiobook or podcast. I don’t want either of those things ever and wish they’d just disappear from my view altogether, but leaving them where others could still enjoy them.
I need both of those things completely edited out of my reality.
Help finding a book based on description.
Dang I think I read this book too but can’t remember the author nor title, and Google produces little useful (as is nearly always true these days).
There were also six-legged cat-like pets or something like that in it?
Inside the Push to Make Everyone Friends at Work.
NO FUCKING THANK YOU
Here’s how many friends I need from work:
I’m kicking the co-pilot out the plane without a damn parachute. The tech future I’d imagined as a kid was pretty great, and eminently possible; the actual future is dreadful and anti-human. The glorious solarpunk visions were actively quashed, while the “unrealistic” dismal thanatopsistic future of unrelenting surveillance and control ended up being the actual reality — the reality we made and that all too many people are perfectly content with.
It didn’t have to be this way. But it is.
Fat Acceptance dingbats be like, She’s not hefty enough to stop a charging water buffalo dead in its tracks, must have an eating disorder. Now get me three more Big Macs and a couple milkshakes, I’m going into starvation mode!
Really, fuck smartphones and fuck cloud everything.
If we lived in a better world they’d both be great. But we don’t and they aren’t.
That’s the most obvious scam in the history of ever. Makes me wonder why people even have to ask. Like what the hell are you even thinking?
Young Thug’s lyrics used against him as gang trial starts.
Shit, his damn name can be used against him in a trial. Don’t even need any lyrics. When you call yourself “Young Thug,” some predictable things tend to transpire, really.
I failed the salary number guessing game.
Bullet dodged. They were looking for someone desperate. That is the only reason to pull something like that. As someone in the comments points out 60 hours a week for $60K a year is about $20 per hour. Here in California (as the person also observes), you can start out at In ‘n Out Burger for that wage. At the wage they actually wanted to scam him ($50K) with you’d make a good bit more at the burger place.
Amazing companies still try this shit when salary info is comparatively easy to find.
I agree with this person that most of the RTO push is about this, and not the oft-proffered excuses of commercial real estate or productivity:
A whole class of sociopathic extroverts lost their way to power and are desperately attempting to get it back. That, in the main, is what is going on here.