I pretty much always have a handheld with me. I have this fear that I'll randomly get forcibly stuck somewhere for half an hour and will need to bust it out. Usually it's my R36S, but sometimes it's a Vita, or a PSP 1000. If I'm feeling especially nostalgic, a modded Gameboy Color.
They come in super handy at lunch, grocery store lines, and when my kid falls asleep on me.
Music, screaming in the car, and imaginary scenarios where I beat inanimate objects with a bat. Sometimes just imagining going full Office Space on something is good enough.
This clearly isn't the country I thought it was, and I have been giving the average population too much credit. Apparently, this is a country of hatred, selfishness, and stupidity.
So, I guess I'm just going to follow suit. I'm done giving to charity, and being kind to strangers. I'm just going to get all I can get while the getting is good, and to hell with everybody else. I'm a straight white dude, I'll be fine.
They sure are! And despite all that, I loved that place until they were bought by a venture capital firm (ironically named DBAG). That's when it went downhill.
Yeah, of course. I'm fully aware of all of that. That was over a dozen years ago, and that company didn't even have an HR department. At least not in the States.
I actually stayed friends with that guy for years. Even after we both left that place. I just saw him a few months ago at my new company's tech open house, it's a surprisingly small industry.
He probably would have been fired for that, but you really had to try to be fired from that place. Some examples I can think of are:
Threaten your boss with gun violence
Have a drunken arm wrestling tournament in the shop after hours, then threatening the guy who beat you, and the president of the company with gang violence.
Talk about fucking another employee so hard, sparks will come out of her vagina, to her fiance. Then grope somebody afterwards.
My favorite, micro-dose LSD for productivity, then make up a flyer about a sacrifice to Cthulu in the break room and distribute it around the building.
A coworker gave me some THC laced stuff at work without warning me. So I'm sitting at my desk, when all of a sudden I start panicking. I feel weird. Is my heart stopping? I can't move my arms. I start yelling. Other coworkers come to my aid. I tell them I can't move my arms, while waving them wildly. They tell me I need to go to the hospital. The coworkers who dosed me said he'd take me, and they had to wheel me out to his truck in my desk chair because I said my legs didn't work either.
In the car, he told me I can't say anything about what he gave me, or we'd both be in huge trouble. So, I freak out more. We get to the ER, and I just don't say anything. He's talking for me. In the room, they give me some Valium and I calm down. The nurse thinks we are a couple. He's a 40 year old dude, I was a 23 year old dude. Too freaked out still to correct her.
Next day, go back to the office like nothing happened.
I have one Seagate drive. It's a 500 GB that came in my 2006 Dell Dimension E510 running XP Media Center. When that died in 2011, I put it in my custom build. It ran until probably 2014, when suddenly I was having issues booting and I got a fresh WD 1 TB. Put it in a box, and kept it for some reason. Fast forward to 2022, I got another Dell E510 with only an 80 GB. Dusted off the old 500 GB and popped it in. Back with XP Media Center. The cycle is complete. That drive is still noisy as fuck.
I pretty much always have a handheld with me. I have this fear that I'll randomly get forcibly stuck somewhere for half an hour and will need to bust it out. Usually it's my R36S, but sometimes it's a Vita, or a PSP 1000. If I'm feeling especially nostalgic, a modded Gameboy Color.
They come in super handy at lunch, grocery store lines, and when my kid falls asleep on me.