I'm aware, I didn't feel the need to reference the game series.
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"Going postal" was a thing.
It was a thing before Columbine, cause man, I remember the talks at school about that.
The class was brought out, we sat under a tree, and were allowed to talk about our feelings.
One of my bullies looked me dead in the eye, and said something along the lines of "Its always the quiet ones."
I'm surprised I didn't have to talk to anyone after looking him dead in the eye back and replying "Yeah, it is." Just letting it hang in the air.
I will say, he no longer bullied me after that.
That's ok, I had another bully who learned the hard way that if pushed far enough, I would break bones if provoked enough. Last day of school that year. He clotheslined me and put me in a choke hold when I was running a football, you know, playing like a kid on the last day of school. He still had a hold as we got up, him behind me. When my vision started to dim, I stomped the arch of his foot (multiple fractures, lot of bones there) to get out, then turned and broke his nose with one punch.
It all stopped after that.
Because my teachers were aware of the bullying (thanks for stopping it, assholes) I didn't get in any trouble. This was at the beginning of zero tolerance talks. It was a policy the next school year.
As a TST member, though no longer practicing exactly that direction, Satanism is objectively more moral than a lot of religions. Even the one it descended from. Well, I should say, as practiced by its members.
Man, war stories from Christmas in retail.
My first time around wasn't too bad. I was part of a team managing the back room inventory and, essentially, trying to force out merchandise that otherwise wouldn't fit on the shelves to keep the back room as clear as possible. That black Friday, I was assigned to guard a pallet of shit. It was blacked out so people wouldn't crowd highly desired items - TVs and such.
The next year, I was in the electronics department, as in, that was my post as I had transferred to the sales floor.
That year, oh that year, the Wii dropped. We'd get a pallet in, and we'd just wheel it out to the register to sell. Of course, it didn't start out that way. They were all locked in "the cage" and we had to get a manager to get them, one by one. That didn't last too long as the management team was pretty much just running Wiis back and forth.
To top it off, my former inventory control role and limited register training, I had to train an incoming store manager (who would make FAR more per day than I would, after taxes I made about 70 a day for an 8 hour shift) to use the register. And he was.... well, slow to learn. Which meant lines and issues - which would require a lower level of management to come handle - their response time, for a variety of reasons (busy season and sheer
idiocylaziness"level of business" slowed down.Having only one register back in electronics, well... this sucked.
Why would you train someone at the BUSIEST TIME OF THE YEAR? I get it now though, after 10 years of retail and 11 in IT, the one thing I've been able to determine is that approximately 1% of management, anywhere, is competent.
That doesn't beat out the day I was asked to "help coverage."
Yeah, I worked my full shift, then was asked to stay on for four more hours, then four more. And I didn't take a second lunch. Now, the state I lived in didn't give a fuck. Its the kind of state that says "Oh its 100+ degrees out? Better pass legislation to make water breaks legal to ignore." Yeah, a lot of people died of dehydration and heat stroke in the construction industry after that. As far as I know, employers eased up on water breaks, but the legislation is still in effect. I digress, I got written up for not taking a second meal break. I was not released to do so, AFTER asking about it, and still written up.
After all of that, I moved to the automotive technician department.
It sucked, but for most of the time I had a decent boss. My first week I was struggling. Working outside in the summer, heavy uniform, covered in oil, and otherwise being out of shape.
That boss sent me inside, to sit in his office, and drink some cold water my first week. Knowing the company I worked for, I said I wasn't ready to take a break yet (I was a smoker at the time, and wanted to time out smoke breaks fairly steady) and he said it isn't a break. You're bright red and you stopped sweating 10 minutes ago. If you know, you know. So I did, and I remember that to this day. I remember good managers.
Thankfully, my black Friday/Christmas duties were mostly rescinded (I technically was still register trained, so I got called up to the front to kill lines) which was nice.
The point of this?
Retail is hell. Period.
Mandatory retail service might be more important to our continued culture (USA) than anything else, as hyper capitalist as we are.
Shit, my mom was a college graduate, taught for a little while (not her thing) before working for the government, which I'm not going to go into. She took an early retirement package, cause she could. Good for her. She got bored, went to work at a chain craft store. She realized, and had a long discussion with me, about how much of a CUNT she was to retail/service folks. Her words. It was nice to hear, because I was still neck deep in retail hell at the time.
"Demonization of corporate executives is not new."
Huh, maybe if they acted in accordance with the social contract instead of lining their pockets with the blood of others.
Nobody says fuck the fire department.
Reminds me of the DOS days of my youth.
fdisk does not stand for friendly disk.
Gonna piss off the farmers, until they get their subsidiary check for growing corn (for high fructose corn syrup) instead of feeding the population.
No, not all things.
However, we're - in this post - operating on the premise of immortality.
There are less and less "free" things to do as the days pass.
Something something capitalism, something something monetization.
Not entirely relevant to the hypothetical, but as LPT - it falls a little flat.
People optimize to make their life easier, less chaotic, or stressful.
I'm not gonna take an hour detour for the views and risk losing my job. I need that. To live. Of course, immortality solves that - but that falls outside of the "Life" part of the Life Pro Tip.
Maybe my perception is warped however. ADHD and the requirement for constant novelty can be draining. I freely admit I don't have the healthiest views on everything, and what works for others may not work for me.
I'm a gamer. And I can LOVE a game. For a while. As I get older, it seems to take less and less time for the honeymoon effect to wear off. But hey, that could be the bipolar disorder clouding perspective as well.
So focus on my mental health? See a therapist, get different meds? Yeah, not in America. Not easily, and not cheaply... oh wait, back to money.
Easier said than done.
Seeking daily novelty would get expensive quickly.
That being said, if I were immortal I'd probably just sock away funds into a low risk investment vehicle and do a variety of drugs to keep me comatose until my investments made life easier.
If you can't die, you don't need a lot of fentanyl to keep you under, and from what I gather it can be had relatively cheaply - though I've never looked into it much. I realize from my brushes with opiates that were legitimately prescribed and mostly taken as directed (I'm sorry, if I'm in enough pain to warrant them, I'm popping two of em and going to lay down for a nap, then taking as directed) and I like them waaay too much to think of doing it for fun - I would ruin my life, and fast.
Realistically, I found left handed opponents to be more difficult to compete against.
It took me longer to learn their body movements that would indicate a strike, and where they are aiming. It wast just less intuitive.
Also, fencing a little person was a somewhat unique experience. Totally threw me off my game.
Thank you, this reference is why I clicked into the comments.
I came in to say I don't tend to follow news on republicans who aren't directly fucking up my life, but this sounds about par for the course for the dipshit-elect.
Age was never a factor to me.
Bernie is, for America, VERY left of status quo democrats. I'd like to see that, even for four years.
One phrase rings through my head when I read shit like this, from my days at a Children's hospital.
"Non-accidental trauma." Still sends shivers down my soul.
I would have fought tooth and nail to vote for Bernie Sanders.
As it stood, we moved during the voting period. The wife and I were registered neither in our home state or our new state and couldn't vote. Where we moved was deep red and it wouldn't have mattered, but I would have liked to give a formal middle finger to the dipshit-elect.
I remember a friend's first child's birthday.
Me and the mom killed a pony keg because no one else had the balls too.
I'm about that friend's age now..... man, she went hard. Gonna miss her. I couldn't keep up now.
Edit: She's alive and well, married with a gaggle of kids, we grew apart. Just miss those late summer nights where the only place we had to be was a shit retail job, and we could get stoned for that.
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Latinos 4 Trump...
Hurting the right people is such a hateful phrase... like, you want to hurt EVERYONE, but you have to be reigned in by bigoted masters...
I grew up and lived most of my life until recently in the DFW metroplex. From Fort Worth to Dallas, I've lived there and worked there, often not at the same time (commutes always suck there) but my experience with making Hispanic friends is that when I went to a Mexican restaurant in Gardiner, Montana , that me and my other Texan friends waited for months to open, and I ordered Mole.
I've had mole. I've had mi amigo's abuela's mole straight from her cocina. What I was served was a plate of brown shit - somehow flavorless, and offensive to all tastes at the same time.
I don't ask for refunds, buyer beware and all. We got fully refunded, and shit ALL over their restaurant to everyone we talked to, and I was at the front desk of a hotel in Yellowstone, 5 miles from their doorstep.
Bowling for Soup was right, the Mexican food sucks north of there anyway.
My mistake, thank you for the correction.
My second job was as a "Sandwich Artist."
I'm aware, more so than some others.
Also, if you like tuna fish sandwiches there has been a long standing question of whether or not there is actual tuna in their cans. But what I can say, with certainty, at least when I worked there, that the recipe was 90% shitty mayo and very little anything else.
You're not wrong.
A school year of bullying stopped by a decisive punch?
Clearly both are the same. Not one kid being tormented to the point of violence in self defense because they couldn't fucking breathe anymore, over the whole school year. Not something the teachers, our so called care takers, could have nipped in the bud a LONG time ago. No, clearly, both kids are violent offenders.