Air sharks at a smell of a big conflict in the ME.

As a childless asocial workaholic with some degree of toxicity that LinkedIn bastard probably dream of, my performance heavily depended on the importance of the task. WFH let me be more passionate about some projects and papers that I used all benefits of cutting commute, was way less distracted and motivated. But bullshit paperwork, letters, chats and reports lagged even further behind than they did in the office, right up to the deadline. Sometimes because I did the work itself instead and no one looked over my shoulder.

For me RTOing into a nearly-empty building in the off-season when most take vacations was the most dumb idea, and since it was a typical rule-for-thee, I had almost none supervison, was arriving late, leaving early and put a shit ton of hours into various MMOs. The complete opposite to what I did in a brief moments of quarantine. Look, jerks, you paid me to level my chars, that’s what you wanted?

I think like in a trust-based environment clocking in is unnecessary and various bosses over time did get it, I payed back by reporting stuff myself so they were sure I’m on it at any given time. Like we are actually a team of some sort, they do their stuff, I do mine, we pass things to each other etc. The others were completely disconnected from empoyees and to compensate their inability to trust, got high on controlling shit, were sending down teamworking events, talking about being a family or other sectarian career manager bullshit, relied on and encouraged snitching on each other. These were the positions I nailed down to me clocking out and stop giving a fuck, before eventually leaving.

And for coworkers: they either do their work, or leave it to others, and I rarely GAF about other characteristics. The high stress environment of labor is not where I prefer to socialise, nor I’m in the mood to. I crave work-related communications that makes all objectives clear and obvious, work-related stories I can learn from, you know, the stuff I came here for, and not a social club with gossips, drama and all that. If I’m given 2hrs+ from not riding to your building, I can have two socializations and a half if I want to. The exhaustion it causes not helps but prevents me from going out with friends, and I’m double pissed that some bosses make an act like that’s better for their workers while not giving them any agency and doing it solely for themselves.

Rant: over.

There should be recreational sugar boots or rather just comfort boots you can carry around with and lick, it should be normalized like breastfeeding.

Whatever. I want to eat your liver.

VM Windows. Downsides: obvious. Upsides: you can give it a funny name, like, Mousesoft Cheesedoughs Disney-bution.

In the context of Lemmy shitpost none is required.

In the context of the episode the guy in red constantly switched back and forth between being on it with the rebels and giving up them and himself once confronted. Him being so unsure of himself and undecided were sad to see.

To top that feeling and make it a shitpost, I highlighted two sets of boobs that were shown in the same episode in accord and as a satire to what TV back then seen as possible: vulgarly displayed manboobs and sexualized but still covered womanboobs.

And then I highlighted Stanley who had no gender dysphoria, right, but who at this point in his character’s life didn’t even start to process where he trully belongs: in the conformity he was put in and genuinely hates and fails at, or the risky promise of feeling worthy and somehow autonomous even if it’d take his life a second later. He’s mostly driven by sudden impulses and learnt fears in this episode, but occasionally do something right and cheers himself at that.

Lexx (this series\anthology) is not serious at all. And I don’t equate him to anyone experiencing this condition. I found this whole screencap weird and put in some layers of meanings qualifying it as a random shitpost.

It’s weird foot soldiers kept killing each other.

It’s not weird we had ‘frag’ as a verb from the Vietnam war.

I’m still puzzled by the idea of what mess this war was if at times you had someone still not clearly identifiable, but that close you can do a sheboleth check on them, and that at any moment you or the other could be shot dead.

Also, the current conflict of Russia vs Ukraine seems to invent ukrainian ‘паляница’ as a check, but as I had no connection to actual ukrainians and their UAF, I can’t say if that’s not entirely localized to the internet.

Apparently, this robot is japanese.