Having to hold interviews was the worst part of the job, by far… Brings about a certain kind of guilt, to sit there and try to sell battery acid as ice-cold lemonade.

Oh, no, I’m so very sorry, that sounds awful!:( I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, but… Jesus, like you’ve said, we’ve been in the XXIst Century for two and a half decades now, it’s beyond disappointing that this is still happening… I’m genuinely sorry…

I’m genuinely sorry you had to go through that, it really seemed to be a very unpleasant time for my buddy, to say the least… I mean, I have an apparently milder form of IBS (primarily diet and stress-based) and it’s bad enough as-is…

But, truthfully, I don’t think there’s anything of which to be ashamed. I mean, we’re being fed crap, we’re stressed out more often than we’re not, and we’re living in environments fit more for industrial equipment than for biological life. It’s no wonder our digestive systems are going haywire.

If anything, I think what my former colleague did was 100% reasonable, it’s just a repercussion of the conditions in which we’re meant to exist. Pairing that up with this social contract of “Thou shall not fart because it’s, like, awkward for the rest of us” is pure hypocrisy. Farting, thus, is an act of justified rebellion!

There genuinely is no drama quite like workplace drama.

Used to work with a really diligent and thorough dude doing Data Analysis around overall Ops performance metrics, we got along really well in terms of work ethics, so we became work buddies pretty fast. Trouble was, the higher-ups set up the original databases in Google Spreadsheets and the people who worked on those docs before us botched them beyond belief. We kept trying to convince Management to let us redo all databases in SQL, link them with our tools to make things dynamic, and pull them through Power BI to get some nice visuals going, but they realised their asses would be on the line if the data started showing accurate values (plus they were too cheap to actually pay for viable software), so they kept stonewalling.

One day my guy gets fed up with our manager and decides to go nuclear. Thing is, the dude had a very, very nasty case of IBS (no wonder, honestly…). So he started taking advantage of it. He’d come in, tell me to keep an eye on him, and if I saw him getting red and sweaty I should use the facilities within the next 30 minutes then stay away from them. I can tell you that I made the mistake of not heeding his words only once. The dude literally bio-bombed every washroom in that building (small office, start-up type deal), and it would linger for hours due to poor ventilation. He did this without a predictable pattern, so that nobody would figure out who was to blame. This happened for several months. I cannot begin to tell you how much respect I had for the guy.

Well, to be fair, the whole thing has become a sick joke, although nobody’s laughing anymore…

The freest speech of all!

If this joke emitted radiation, it would be measured in kiloDads per second.

But… that doesn’t really… what?

I’m 75% anxiety.

Well, that just confirms my suspicions that the system is a bit too… abrupt. I mean, sure, it’s essentially a game, but the quality of writing clashes with the artificiality of the mechanics themselves.

Well, found the one downside to not knowing what day it is, thank you!

What the actual fuck… Really? Fucking really, MatchGroup?!

I got bot flashbacks from Tinder and OKC the instant I saw the attached photo:))

You don’t need to assume that it isn’t a tragic familial background, either. Or any other sort of trauma/condition which would push one to close off. Throwing the “soulless” label aroud willy-nilly is just an extension of abusing the “narcissist” moniker. It prohibits any nuance and facilitates unjustified suspicion.

Yes, there are sociopaths who can be considered soulless. But just because one is odd does not intrinsically mean one is soulless. There’s a plethora of other potential reasons.

Plus, don’t forget, oddity is in the eye of the beholder in the first place. My odd may be completely different than your odd.

Ooor, someone had to “survive” their family’s bullshit and being unseen was the best way to do it. Then it became so ingrained in said someone’s existential fingerprint, that they’re now a ninja without even realising it.

Yyyep, that sounds pretty standard fare (no pun intended), I’ve lived mostly in abstract neighborhoods in terms of infrastructure and had to chase rides in a grand majority of cases.

Plus, honestly, even the way it handled the construction jam sounds acceptable, reminds me of my first days of learning to drive. As long as they stop and stay stopped, that’s way better than deciding to ignore the sensor data and just go for it, like… some other models…

Genuinely a relief to hear, thank you!

As snarky as my initial comment may sound (even to me, I have by-proxy distrust of contemporary models due to their knobhead owners), I’m genuinely glad to hear they figured that one out! At least there’s less danger for everyone around, at the VERY least.

Suh-NAP!

How are they with parking lots, tho’?