But mah state’s rights!
But mah state’s rights!
I disagree. I use Linux but have depression. I’m upset that y’all left me out of this photo
I’m gonna pass on some knowledge that my mechanic gave me years ago when I started getting into self-repair and kept asking him if things needed to be repaired or replaced:
“Does it say in your user manual that you need to do anything with it or is it currently causing issues? No? Then leave it alone. If you start trying to find issues with things that are working well, you’re just gonna end up paying for repairs on a thing that’ll never work the same again.”
git checkout -b good
Sometimes you must do for yourself
Only up until moments ago
My dad worked incredibly well internally and was essentially the primary coder. Of the 27 patents his company held, my dad did almost all the work for 17 of them. His biggest internal issue was not being able to get rid of old technology, so there were two offices filled with old junk that would keep him from complaining.
As a worker, my dad was not toxic at all, possibly a little quirky. Now as a father… I’d definitely agree with the word “toxic.”
So I’d like to submit a correction to your statement about my dead father: he kind of sucked
“Hey boss, @ebc@lemmy.ca says they don’t like the new telephones? Says they’re made for kids or something.”
@ebc@lemmy.ca: I still don’t know why I was fired… The boss kept telling me to shove the phone system? Maybe they meant push? Was I supposed to work on some branch of the phone system?
That sounds like one of those “okay, I know you want the field there, so it’s mandatory for me to include it, but is it mandatory for your customers to enter values in this field? If your customers can leave the field blank, is that good or bad?”
My father was an incredible genius with a terrible temper. He softened up over time and eventually would talk to clients politely. And then he died. The end.
My dad once called a client stupid for continuing to ask for a feature that made no sense. Technically, he asked “why would you want that? What, are you stupid?”
Then he got chewed out by his boss who told him that clients who ask questions aren’t stupid. My dad told her that the client asked a stupid question. His boss told him that it wasn’t a stupid question, that she thought it was a very good question from an uninformed client. So then my dad called his boss stupid.
Then he got sent to sensitivity training. He completed the mandatory hours, got his certificate, and a letter recognizing his difficulties with reasonable discourse vs arguing and calling people stupid. The instructor recommended that my dad shouldn’t interface directly with any clients anymore. So they made my dad’s younger brother his supervisor since he could translate my dad’s comments and questions into more diplomatic terms.
ETA: this story was from the '80s. He got better over time.
I don’t know what accent you intended to communicate, but I definitely heard it in my head
You’re just trying to steal my pedi-shreddy!
Here is Plato’s cloaca
- Diogenes
Why stop at 10? Go straight to 12 and send in Armie Hammer to sexually cannibalize their ass
Costco rotisserie and being stepped on for OF. The more donations, the faster the model attempts to debone the bird using only their feet. At the end of each month, the top four contributors receive a jar of chicken tortilla soup made from the fermented pedi-shreddy chicken.
I’m still waiting for the butthole cut
Games aren’t about fun! I don’t appreciate your whimsical attitude, it scares the serious adult in me!
Fucking good for that. That conversation sucks and I’m proud of you for doing it!
🎵The rights of the wife are taken by the Riiiiiight🎶