There’s always that one person who just wants to ruin it for everyone else. Reminds me of some people I knew back in high-school, that kind of person who, when the entire class convenes to skip classes together, insists on staying behind to lick some teacher boots.

We can lick the paint!

We’re just ants on someone else’s Monopoly board…

Oh, I didn’t mean the content, I meant the purpose of it. In my experience, it wasn’t just about testing the interviewees, it implies having to ‘sell’ the company as well, to give the interviewees reasons to want to be hired. That’s the bit which generated the guilt.

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.

And that’s an obtuse and edgy fallacy. You do realise this wasn’t about the people “voting wrong,” but about the candidates themselves being demonstrated to have functioned based on false pretenses and hidden agendas while having Putin’s hand up their arses, right? Convincing people to vote based on lies and mass manipulation is about as far from anything to have ever been considered even marginally democratic. The result itself, thus, is undemocratic.

What you’re proposing is that Democracy should be as a herd of sheep throwing themselves off a cliff because, hey! The first one did it!

Cheap bait, m8. Like, really cheap, those worms are flaky…

But… that doesn’t really… what?

That’s a fallacy, Democracy doesn’t mean “let any elected moron lead,” it means “leaders should encourage and further the democratic process,” to represent the best interests of the people. A Manchurian candidate is pretty much the antithesis of Democracy.

I’m not gonna say anything about Le Pen because I do my best to detach from shitheads beyond checking their legal status, but as a Romanian, I can say that Georgescu’s removal was a win for that very Democracy you’re talking about.

I’m 75% anxiety.

And all that’s left is to hope that alternatives will still be available.

Easier to just carry the groceries in my arms, the last accessory I’d need for people to fully think of me as a serial killer would be random lenths of rope…

You can obfuscate it so that people won’t even know what they’re eating, though… Wouldn’t be the first, or the last time… All you need to do is get the meat into the country, then throw it in the shredder and process it until it is unrecognisable.

Edit: or not even that, just slap whatever label you want on it. It’s not like the average consumer will do a chem test on every cut of meat they purchase.

I hate these… as a tall person, I have a choice between cosplaying as Quasimodo, or letting that thing wreck my boot heels…

Yyep!=))