Yay capitalism

That episode woke something up deep inside my 12 year old self and I’ve never been the same since.

Baseline environmental mapping surveys

You’re right, and I’m not one to talk, really. The amount of squashed, shitty lunches you eat doing bush work is astronomical.

Because he’s carrying a rat?

Mom?

Semi-related: Nordic winter is an exceptional atmospheric black metal band. They use this image on one of their albums as a cover.

Highly recommend checking them out.

Comedic genius

I’m dead

How do Yakuza speak?

Trump’s comic can with only the first 4 panels and he missed he point of the comic

We adopted a hybrid model. I’m in a technical role and most of my team is all very far away from me (1200 km). Some are in my local office however, but I don’t really work with them. Thus, I promptly ignored the emails encouraging us to return

Travel to my office is 35 mins; 45 to an hour in winter. No thanks. I do exceptional work, get my shit done, mentor juniors, and was hired on covid. You can drag me back to office kicking and screaming.

I’ll go if there is a reason for me to go: in-person client workshop? I’m there and I’m there early. Big wigs are in town and want to meet the team? I’m first in line to shake hands. Im not, however, returning to the office for the wonderful conversation at the urinal. I don’t project manage or people manage. Give me your garnliest technical issues, and I’ll lead a small team to complete them, but I’m not signing timesheets or pushing corporate messages so I don’t need to rub elbows with people.

Now if you’ll excuse, the basement isopods are getting lonely

I said what I said.

I don’t give a shit if it’s mother Theresa slobbing my job, as long as I get their number and they’re game to do it again.

Call me bb.

I’m working on it, but a lot of my issues stem from repetitive motion injuries.

Crossing the street in Vietnam is the weirdest experience: you just slowly shuffle out, and this literal sea of mopeds parts around you like a school of fish around a shark

You relatives say hello, Mr. crabs

Bad Dragon has entered the chat

Lol. I had these guys beat in terms of hours, and their job was nowhere near as physical as mine was.

Now I get to be a desk jockey, and it’s fucking sweet. Gonna milk it, because I put my hours in.