“When they killed me for the 5th time in 20 minutes i threw off my pants in rage. But when i heard that invasion sound a 6th time my rage turned to questioning… What was their build?”
Youre not wrong but i had a job for awhile where i had about one day’s worth of work (if i busted my butt) to do over 2 glorious, unsupervised days. Their IT was slackass too. They had their own machines on lock but i could bring my own in and look at reddit, porn, whatever.
I hated my job, really hated my boss, but i never got paid to fuck off quite as hard as i did there so I look back on those times warmly.
It drives me crazy, this performative enviornmentalist bullshit. I have to pay 10c (on top of 300% food cost increase don’t forget) for a plastic bag at the grocery when i forget my canvas ones. In these bags i must pay for i can place fruit individually wrapped in plastic.
Every time something gets worse, we must be the ones to pay. This whole environment-saving-by-paper-straw phenomenon is so insipid that I would rather believe that it’s actually a deliberate corporate strategy. At least that would make sense. If they keep us thinking that something is being done, they don’t have to change a thing, and if it’s “all of our jobs” (read: not theirs), to save the world, we’ll never take them to task for their (greater) part of the waste.
The worst (for me) isnt when they don’t use signals at all, but when they use the signal right when they literally turn the steering wheel. This tells me they’ve never taken a minute to think what a turn signal is even actually for.
Anecdote incoming: i had coincidentally put myself on hiatus from news/Reddit before the whole 3rd party app drama started the Exodus, and didn’t have a clue what was going on until about a week ago.
I think it’s a perfect time to say goodbye forever. I miss a couple smaller communities to the point i want to remember them for what they were. I don’t want to see them die firsthand.
I’ve been shitposting 12 years. Its bittersweet, I’ll truly miss it, like an old friend. i’m ripping the band-aid off.