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I love your style but sun dried tomatoes are like raisins. Make something good fucking disgusting.

Hey fucker what country you escaping to?

I'm not rich so I just got guns.

Unfortunately no, this is way too advanced. Thanks for trying though.

Everything was customer service with this place. I was officially reprimanded twice for the things I said to a "customer". But they needed me badly and I didn't know my worth. And, and, and.

They wanted me there to soothe people's emotions over not being able to get a pizza. Which were quite volatile. Many insisted I was bullshitting and had a way to make them a pizza. If I could line them up today I'd shove dough into their gullets until they choked.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I was aware of what community I'm in but I assumed you were describing a healthy person. Which ended up being true but I didn't take it from your perspective.

I'm generally physically healthy but not mentally. I'm on several medications for my mental health. I have to bring myself to what feels like death to me, from exhaustion some weeks, some are not so bad.

You are nothing. Nothing compared to the monsters of this world. Nothing to the galaxy, nothing to the universe, nothing to this dimension. The fractional shit that keeps you up at night is nothing, especially if you did it without intent.

Sleep well, we are specks of dirt.

So I work a physical job with mental components. I'm always the lead on a team so this is my job. I have to do a lot of spreadsheet work, emails, teams, etc. Then I have to physically work quite hard most weeks. I often have to travel for work, sometimes many hundreds of miles. If I get lucky I get to fly.

What you posted seems almost like a joke, for real. Monday I have to get up early, rent a U-Haul, go and pick up heavy equipment, transfer a shitload of tools into the rental truck, drive two hours, make nice with everybody at one location, get forms filled out, badging, etc. Then drive another two hours to where I'll be working Tuesday. I will unload hundreds of pounds of gear, work all day, and reload all that gear that evening. I absolutely have to get Tuesday's work done or we're fucked. After I get the test results from my work on Tuesday, I'm going to meet another guy in the middle, 45 minutes each way, and give him the testing equipment. Then I'll be driving another two hours back to the original site. On Wednesday I'll be unloading the gear again, and I can start the primary job.

When I see someone saying oh no she had to get in on Sunday night, then come to work for two days it's a fucking joke.

Check your goddamn privilege.

So anyone feel free to disbelieve, but me and a friend ran our elementary school's IBM network when we were 12. I don't know the proper name for it, but it was a bunch of dumb terminals (CRT displays) with keyboard hooked up to an actual computer I never knew the physical location of. We were able to fix any problems just by fucking around with it, it was a simple system, and the school didn't have to pay a tech to come out. So we had admin password. We used to play hacker games starting at the same time trying to knock each other off the network and change passwords fast enough. We could see who was logged in and a few shitty kids had their terminals just lock up somehow so they had to start over. Womp womp.

There were a few games on there that weren't educational. They weren't accessible without at least supervisor password so you could get terminal access.

I'll pay a bounty to anyone who can get a proper executable of IBM CHOPPER that will work on Windows. I've searched before and I can't get it. That game was so fucking fun. It's a sidescroller helicopter combat game with 8 bit colors, played with a keyboard. $100 bucks to anyone who can get me a working copy or good emulation.

Oh god we were such shits in junior high. Throwing them was great fun because they hurt like hell. I witnessed a kid throw one out a window and crack the shit out of a teacher's windshield. Why they never just put short flathead screws in I'll never know, that would be my solution.

You got me nostalgic thinking of junior high. If there was a hell I'd never redeem myself through good deeds. We'd pack bags full of lunch food and drop them 4 floors down the stairwell where they would explode spectacularly. We got our milk in bags, so we would strategically place them around the school to rot. They got so swollen it was outrageous. When they popped it was like a grenade of putrid stink, about two or three weeks later. If you wanted one to pop faster you could hide it behind a radiator. Projectiles made of paper clips that would legit fuck you up when fired from rubber bands the right way. You could also bite the corner off the milk bag and throw it like a grenade. Oh man and you could put like a carrot or mashed potatoes or beans into a corner of the milk bag and smash a fist on top to shotgun it everywhere. Milk bags were versatile.

I was a piece of shit, but this was what I got up to while being severely bullied, there were worse kids.

On the other end of the spear - we had two conveyer ovens at one of my old jobs. One had shit out and was waiting for repair for a couple days. We turned the other one on in the morning and it died. I called the district guy and told him what's up.

"Can I go home then?"

"No, send everyone home and you stay to answer the phones and explain why we can't make food."

Of course it cost to keep other people on the clock, but I was salary.

Uh I've been wearing and seen people wearing that style of hood since the 1990s. I'm pretty sure it goes a lot farther back.

Wow thanks for the info. My heater tank just shit the bed a month ago, flooding water all over my unfinished cave of a basement. I rent this place, so all in all for me it was great. My landlord replaced it with a pretty decent and bigger tank, the plumber replaced a lot of our 100 year old pipes with new brass, so now my wife and I can do showers back to back in the winter with hot water.

Hopefully we'll become homeowners in 2025 so I'm saving this for the future.

Edit: I forgot! We had nuts water pressure before,125 psi, but the plumber said he had to put a limiter on by law. Probably will save us a bit of money.