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Cake day: July 1st, 2023

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  • I by no means want to make light of a terrorist incident, but that is a stupid plan. 9/11 set the bar pretty high for terror. Driving a truck through a crowd is basically at the same level as one angry psychopath. I mean, our own kids do worse in their own schools, so it really was a pointless act. It barely even registers on the terror meter for me. Terror just doesn’t work. Even 9/11! All that did was piss us off to the point of re-electing Dubbya. And now we have the TSA. I suppose if the goal was to make us suffer in the long term, I guess they won there.



  • 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 hope so, too. But you really can’t do much with it without a disk drive. Even Bill there has the expansion unit. Just the computer itself with the tape drive is a horrible way to live. The tape drive can’t play assembly games like the cartridges or floppies, just basic. And of the other popular 8 bit computers of the time, the 99 had the slowest basic implementation. Like, truly a slog to write or play anything with. I found myself never wanting to use it, and so I let it go. It was gorgeous, though.