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  • Football Manager. I'm a simple man. I don't like starting off as a top team, it's always more fun for me to download one of the extended databases and take an amateur Sunday League team to the highest heights. I've been managing my current side, Wakefield AFC, for almost 20 years. I've led them up the ladder from the Northern Counties East League Division One to the Championship.

    I remember the first time we averaged more than 100 fans in attendance per season. I remember the first player we sold for cash (veteran midfielder Jack Sang, for a whopping $2,400) instead of letting go on a free. I remember our first ever televised match in 2030 during our Cinderella run in the FA Cup. It was a respectable 2-1 loss to a team 3 divisions above us, but the $250k share of the gate receipts saved us from bankruptcy. I can picture the statue they'll build someday of Seb Bolton, who scored 116 goals in 223 appearances between 2026-2032 and led us to back-to-back promotions. I'm currently trying to shepherd the development of youth player Tony Okonkwo, a 6'5" center forward who very well could become our first homegrown million dollar man.

  • I have always wanted to go back and visit a pub in ancient Sumeria or somewhere, just to listen in and see how much people haven't changed over the eras. People complaining about their boss, making rude jokes, singing off key...I'm sure it's all there.

    One of the earliest known jokes archeologists have found starts off, "A dog walks into a bar..." No one today understands the punchline, but I'm fascinated that style of joke has been around since the dawn of human civilization.

  • Fucking hell.

  • This will not rate against actual horror stories that any other server could tell, but it's all I've got so I'll tell it anyway.

    My family briefly owned a restaurant years ago in our small rural hometown, I briefly worked there as a bartender when I was down and out. Before it was our restaurant, the building had housed a seedy blue collar bar; video poker lounge, selling drugs out of the kitchen, most of the clientele arrived on foot because they were on suspended licenses for DUIs, etc. We were not a fine dining establishment by any means but definitely more upscale by comparison. Tablecloths, steaks and chops, largest selection of craft beers in the county.

    One night while I'm behind the bar a 50ish year old guy comes in with his two early 20s sons. Dad is dressed like upper middle class, kids are preppies. Loafers and polo shirts. The dad is visibly surprised and confused when he sits down at the bar. He explains that he had intended to show his boys a good time at the crappy dive bar he used to haunt when he went to college in the neighboring big city years and years ago, couldn't believe this was the same place. I explain how we're a respectable family establishment now, make small talk about his old college days, reminisce about ol' man Patterson who used to hold up the end of the bar every night back in the day (died of lung cancer), recommend beer pairings for the food they order...basically charming the shit out of him. Can't stop talking about how nice it is, how great it is, how they ought to come back with the rest of the family sometime.

    He settles up the tab. "Wow, what a great meal! This has really been great!" I prepare to receive the a hefty tip. Check the receipt book...no tip. I even went so far as to check the floor on the other side of the bar, thinking maybe the cash money had accidentally slipped off. Nada. Got stiffed.

    The next night, him and the sons are back, this time with mom and two other couples, a table of nine of them all together. They get the big table in the back room, everyone orders the ribeye, multiple bottles of our best wine, in there for several hours getting grade A service. After closing their waitress comes over to me. "Can you believe those fuckers didn't leave a tip!?"

    Yes I can, Haley...yes I can.

  • I keep having dreams of things I need to do

    And waking up but not following through

    But it feels like I haven't slept at all

    When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall

    Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway

    An antique compass for a sailor's escape

    She says, "You just can't live this way"

    And I close my eyes and I never say

    I'm still having dreams

  • That is an important one and I'll expand on it slightly...I spend probably 80% of my time either sleeping, sitting in front of the computer, or out walking around. Consequentially, the most comfortable and expensive things I own are my mattress, my office chair, and my shoes. Spend your money where it matters.

  • That is an excellent book, and I agree with you about how hard the third act hits. If you're interested, she has a couple other novels in the same setting (time-traveling historians): To Say Nothing of the Dog, a much more light-hearted Victorian-era farce that overlaps with events from the real-life novel Three Men in a Boat which is itself a good and funny read, and the two-parter Blackout and All Clear, neither of which I have read but are on my list to get around to someday.

  • Yeah, I would recommend it. My biggest takeaways from it so far have been understanding how many of my habits and personality quirks are actually coping strategies that I just didn't realize. Like, I always thought I just happened to like chewing gum all the time because I enjoyed the minty flavor. Turns out the repetitive chewing motion can actually stimulate the dopamine I crave. I thought everyone has a collection of rhyming phrases or little songs that they only say in private and we all collectively pretend like we don't because it's embarrassing. Turns out that's verbal or auditory stimming. It's been great in that regard, helping me understand why I am the way I am.

    Can't really speak to how effective any of the ADHD management techniques in the book are since I'm still working through it and trying to take things onboard, but the author also has a very popular and successful Youtube channel where you can probably find all the same information and more if you're interested.

    • The Mercy of Gods: The first book in a new trilogy from the guys behind The Expanse.
    • How to ADHD: Because I wasn't diagnosed until 40 and now I have to rethink everything about me.
    • My War Gone By, I Miss It So: The memoir of a British war zone journalist who covered the Bosnian War and other Balkans conflicts. I originally read it decades ago but was reminded of it after watching Civil War earlier this year. I heard lots of criticism about the main characters in that movie not being relatable or very likable so I picked this back up to confirm that yes, that's accurate, and I think part of the point of the movie...
  • I'll take "Books that made me sob like a baby" for $500, Alex.

  • Yeah, I did not mean to disparage or downplay their decision to leave. Better late than never, it's just that the time for trying to "change the system from within" seemed well past to me.

  • Given St. Pauli's reputation for left-wing activism, kinda surprised they were still on Twitter for this long.

  • Ooo, what kind of boat?

  • Just got back from voting, no wait. It's about a 10 minute walk from my house to the polling place. They had 3 lanes open for people to check in, only 1 was occupied. I was in and out in under 5 minutes. Longest I've ever had to wait was probably 45-60 minutes in 2016 but that was at a different polling place that was always poorly organized.

  • sHaLL NoT bE InFrinGeD!!!

  • Might be a typo? A donor phlebotomy technician is one who specializes in drawing blood from donors, I guess as opposed to ones who do the lab work.

  • I struck up a conversation with a guy at a bar one time, turned out he was an animal control officer and the county shelter had just had a bad outbreak of parvovirus. He said he had spent the whole week just euthanizing dogs from sunup to sundown. He looked rough.

  • Hospital security guard. Had to help hold down suicidal mental patients so the nurses could put restraints on them. Had to escort counselors from Child Protective Services when they were collecting babies from the maternity ward, so that angry family members didn't attack them in the parking lot. Had to help wheel bodies down to the loading dock when the mortician came to collect them. Had to stop grieving relatives from trying to rush the ER or operating room when their loved one was on the table.

    I quit after walking into the ER one time to see one of my coworker guards getting a wound on his neck examined while the other guard said, "Dude, you just missed the excitement! Lenny just got bit by a crackhead!"