Your first (only?) job is to service the emotional needs of the employer

This is mostly true even after you get hired. Most people are just large children with poorly managed emotions. It doesn’t matter if you’re right. It matters if your boss feels good.

A lot of HR people are incompetent. Recruiters, too. And when you give incompetent people AI tools it’s a big multiplier of their incompetence.

I don’t understand why so many places still have non-technical people reading technical resumes.

The book “dying of whiteness” has a whole section about this. They interview a lot of people who are survivors of gun suicide and find that for political reasons they don’t want gun control, even as they admit their loved ones are dead because guns made it so easy to die. One of them even privately says she agrees, but would never say so in public.

It’s hard to know if they’re laying off the good workers or the parasites that build up in big orgs.

Thought the last frame was going to be pouring the hot oil on the landlord. I guess this is fine, too.

I’m out of the loop now, but when I was younger there was a weird divide between the youth/young adult stuff, and adult.

The adult stuff was a lot of traditional “sit and listen to a talk”.

The youth was a lot more hand on, interactive. “Let’s start a bonfire, write down our fears, and throw them into it”. “We got people from the community to teach how to make instruments out of junk”.

I really liked it when I was younger, and met a lot of kids who were very cool.

Maybe I should see what’s on offer around here. I don’t want to go to a “service” but I miss the community sometimes.

“Please run the formatter so the checks pass on the PR” is a perfectly fine and polite statement. Some people act like they’re being attacked.

I’ve known some cool unitarians. The org can collect a lot of upper middle class white people, but it’s also the first place I really learned about LGBT rights in the 90s (I’m getting old) and other social justice stuff.

I’m not going to gatekeep this but I will be sad when the conversation goes “cool {band} shirt! You ever listen to their live stuff?” and they go “what? It’s a band?”

Police should be held individually accountable

That’s like using a machine to lift weights at the gym for you.

or they think I’m challenging them in some way

Admittedly, there is a bit of

Them: “It works”

Me: “I don’t believe you. Prove it”

that people might not like. But usually the people who take the most offense are the worst coders.

I don’t understand why people dislike tests. They don’t take that long and you need to check things anyway.

Well, I say that, and then I think of my coworkers that don’t write tests and also push up code with syntax errors. Code that they clearly never even ran themselves.

I realized the other day that I don’t have a solid count. A friend of mine revealed they have a document with a line item for everyone they’ve slept with and a brief summary.

I’d guess it could reasonably round to 100, though.

Oh good. I thought Sony had their head up their ass and were going to do a PlayStation exclusive.

Meh trailer, but I’ll probably pick up the game eventually. I didn’t love the story changes in the second game, so I’m prepared to hate this ending. But maybe it’ll be good!

I have wondered about that. What kind of range can you get DIY? I guess if you did fire something they could try to do physics to figure out where it came from, but you’d hopefully be long gone by then.

Several thousand hours in gw2. Really liked it.

I hope they keep the stuff I liked. Solo friendly but other people are around to casually join up or whatever. No level grinding. No gear grind.

A prequel seems like it would be unnecessarily putting themselves in a narrative box.

It would be far more interesting to me to either do a time jump forward, or go someplace else. They have the mists in the setting already to explore.

Ooh a Unitarian. Don’t even have to be Catholic. I used to hang with unitarians. Some good folks there.

Pretty good. Didn’t have to worry about my parents barging in, or bickering, or any of that.