Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.

[Catseye3]

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

I loved it.

There it is. One thing to work slavishly because you're scared not to; very much another to work "10P to 2A" because you love it, because you gotta.

Great story, despite the sucky ending.

[Aqua Letifer]

@Catseye3 said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

I loved it.

There it is. One thing to work slavishly because you're scared not to; very much another to work "10P to 2A" because you love it, because you gotta.

Great story, despite the sucky ending.

I've only got a handful of such stories, but even today I'm proud of that project. That writer is and was an absolute beast and I was lucky to contribute in the small way that I did.

[Horace]

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Yeah, but I want that burner who delivers. And yes, they're out there.

Still.

You know why there are so few of them?

Because there are so few of you.

One Saturday, I was at a buddy's place drinking beers and playing video games. (Streets of Rage on Genesis. Classic.) There was talk at work all that week about a controversial story we might be able to pull off, but 60 Minutes were investigating, too. Word was they didn't have the sources or the info we had, though. Not by half. So maybe we had a chance at doing something better. But did we have the time?

At 10PM that Saturday, my boss texted me. Our writer tied up all his loose ends and was ready to draft and file. The stuff was good, too. It was going to smoke the 60 Minutes story. But we had to do it ASAP. So he wanted to know if I was available.

Hell yes I was available. The writer and I worked on the story from 10 PM to 3 AM. No more beers or video games for me. We had a lot of back and forth, but the final was cleaned up and water-tight.

We published that Sunday morning. And we did indeed smoke 60 Minutes. What they had made for very good TV, but our reporting kicked the everloving shit out of theirs and everyone who read ours and watched theirs could see it.

I got paid nothing for my extra time. And my salary at the time was comparable to a line cook's hourly.

All that was completely fine by me. I loved it.

What wasn't fine was being treated like shit by my boss, who said thanks a lot, excellent job but prevented me from engaging in literally every professional opportunity my co-workers were given. Time and time again. After I and others tried to stick up for me. Another writer even warned him, "you keep doing this to that guy, you're gonna lose 'em." (I know this conversation happened because I fucking heard it. My boss and I shared a wall.)

Mind you, I loved what I did. I didn't want a raise or a promotion or any stupid ass perks, I wanted to work on more things and maybe spend Christmas with my family without having to be on my computer.

Well, lose 'em they did. I quit about 4 months later. My entire department planned a going away party for me. I quit a day earlier, which not only snubbed the lot of them, but also disqualified me for cashing out my sick leave—which was substantial, because I never took it.

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

Hard work very often goes unnoticed. Horace is precisely right about how to game expectations:

Cool story, Aqua.

Please don't die in the near future. TNCR is already inundated by a backlog of stories we have to vet for the recently deceased, and we would not like to take on more at this time.

[George K]

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

The most "Aqua" post of the week.

[Aqua Letifer]

@Horace said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Yeah, but I want that burner who delivers. And yes, they're out there.

Still.

You know why there are so few of them?

Because there are so few of you.

One Saturday, I was at a buddy's place drinking beers and playing video games. (Streets of Rage on Genesis. Classic.) There was talk at work all that week about a controversial story we might be able to pull off, but 60 Minutes were investigating, too. Word was they didn't have the sources or the info we had, though. Not by half. So maybe we had a chance at doing something better. But did we have the time?

At 10PM that Saturday, my boss texted me. Our writer tied up all his loose ends and was ready to draft and file. The stuff was good, too. It was going to smoke the 60 Minutes story. But we had to do it ASAP. So he wanted to know if I was available.

Hell yes I was available. The writer and I worked on the story from 10 PM to 3 AM. No more beers or video games for me. We had a lot of back and forth, but the final was cleaned up and water-tight.

We published that Sunday morning. And we did indeed smoke 60 Minutes. What they had made for very good TV, but our reporting kicked the everloving shit out of theirs and everyone who read ours and watched theirs could see it.

I got paid nothing for my extra time. And my salary at the time was comparable to a line cook's hourly.

All that was completely fine by me. I loved it.

What wasn't fine was being treated like shit by my boss, who said thanks a lot, excellent job but prevented me from engaging in literally every professional opportunity my co-workers were given. Time and time again. After I and others tried to stick up for me. Another writer even warned him, "you keep doing this to that guy, you're gonna lose 'em." (I know this conversation happened because I fucking heard it. My boss and I shared a wall.)

Mind you, I loved what I did. I didn't want a raise or a promotion or any stupid ass perks, I wanted to work on more things and maybe spend Christmas with my family without having to be on my computer.

Well, lose 'em they did. I quit about 4 months later. My entire department planned a going away party for me. I quit a day earlier, which not only snubbed the lot of them, but also disqualified me for cashing out my sick leave—which was substantial, because I never took it.

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

Hard work very often goes unnoticed. Horace is precisely right about how to game expectations:

Cool story, Aqua.

Please don't die in the near future. TNCR is already inundated by a backlog of stories we have to vet for the recently deceased, and we would not like to take on more at this time.

It'd be fun actually to write a Paul Bunyan type ballad for Larry. I think he'd be a fan. Except someone else would have to perform it because Larry would rightly be offended by my musical hackery.

[Aqua Letifer]

@George-K said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

The most "Aqua" post of the week.

I was given a kind of wooden ornament to commemorate my first year there. It was a tradition, apparently, and you got a more and more elaborate wooden thing for each major anniversary.

My headspace was such at the time that that same afternoon, I backed over it in the parking lot and let the bits just lie there.

[LuFins Dad]

My work ethic has never had anything to do with those above me, but has always been about my own expectations of myself. Over the years, the next most important expectations of me became those of my family and the staff that reported to me. If I met their expectations and helped them succeed as they deserved, then I served those above me.

[Horace]

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Horace said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Yeah, but I want that burner who delivers. And yes, they're out there.

Still.

You know why there are so few of them?

Because there are so few of you.

One Saturday, I was at a buddy's place drinking beers and playing video games. (Streets of Rage on Genesis. Classic.) There was talk at work all that week about a controversial story we might be able to pull off, but 60 Minutes were investigating, too. Word was they didn't have the sources or the info we had, though. Not by half. So maybe we had a chance at doing something better. But did we have the time?

At 10PM that Saturday, my boss texted me. Our writer tied up all his loose ends and was ready to draft and file. The stuff was good, too. It was going to smoke the 60 Minutes story. But we had to do it ASAP. So he wanted to know if I was available.

Hell yes I was available. The writer and I worked on the story from 10 PM to 3 AM. No more beers or video games for me. We had a lot of back and forth, but the final was cleaned up and water-tight.

We published that Sunday morning. And we did indeed smoke 60 Minutes. What they had made for very good TV, but our reporting kicked the everloving shit out of theirs and everyone who read ours and watched theirs could see it.

I got paid nothing for my extra time. And my salary at the time was comparable to a line cook's hourly.

All that was completely fine by me. I loved it.

What wasn't fine was being treated like shit by my boss, who said thanks a lot, excellent job but prevented me from engaging in literally every professional opportunity my co-workers were given. Time and time again. After I and others tried to stick up for me. Another writer even warned him, "you keep doing this to that guy, you're gonna lose 'em." (I know this conversation happened because I fucking heard it. My boss and I shared a wall.)

Mind you, I loved what I did. I didn't want a raise or a promotion or any stupid ass perks, I wanted to work on more things and maybe spend Christmas with my family without having to be on my computer.

Well, lose 'em they did. I quit about 4 months later. My entire department planned a going away party for me. I quit a day earlier, which not only snubbed the lot of them, but also disqualified me for cashing out my sick leave—which was substantial, because I never took it.

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

Hard work very often goes unnoticed. Horace is precisely right about how to game expectations:

Cool story, Aqua.

Please don't die in the near future. TNCR is already inundated by a backlog of stories we have to vet for the recently deceased, and we would not like to take on more at this time.

It'd be fun actually to write a Paul Bunyan type ballad for Larry. I think he'd be a fan. Except someone else would have to perform it because Larry would rightly be offended by my musical hackery.

That would be cool. You should do that.

[Doctor Phibes]

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@George-K said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

The most "Aqua" post of the week.

I was given a kind of wooden ornament to commemorate my first year there. It was a tradition, apparently, and you got a more and more elaborate wooden thing for each major anniversary.

My headspace was such at the time that that same afternoon, I backed over it in the parking lot and let the bits just lie there.

I wish you worked for me. We'd have such larks!

Honestly, the most important thing in life, work included, is to have some fun. I frequently try and make people laugh in meetings, sometimes at the most inopportune moments.. Sometimes I manage it.

[Mik]

@Doctor-Phibes said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@George-K said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

The most "Aqua" post of the week.

I was given a kind of wooden ornament to commemorate my first year there. It was a tradition, apparently, and you got a more and more elaborate wooden thing for each major anniversary.

My headspace was such at the time that that same afternoon, I backed over it in the parking lot and let the bits just lie there.

I wish you worked for me. We'd have such larks!

Honestly, the most important thing in life, work included, is to have some fun. I frequently try and make people laugh in meetings, sometimes at the most inopportune moments.. Sometimes I manage it.

If he worked for you, you'd probably both be happy which would ruin the whole thing.

[brenda]

Honestly, the most important thing in life, work included, is to have some fun.

This. Life is so incredibly short, and we never know how short. Lots of things are important: family, self-respect, honesty, faith, etc.

Too often fun is left off the list, it's not made a priority, perhaps because it seems foolish or childish. In truth, all the other things that make it to the list of things that are important can be improved, and more enjoyable for all in your life, if humor and fun are added to the mix. I get asked to participate in numerous organizations just because I bring the skills mixed with the fun.

I include that with faith as well. God has an incredible sense of humor! We should have fun with our faith as well.

[Jolly]

Everybody knows God has no sense of humor and Christians aren't fun...

[brenda]

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Everybody knows God has no sense of humor and Christians aren't fun...

What's sad is when the believers think the same thing about their faith, that fun means your faith isn't serious or real. I grew up around such people.

[Doctor Phibes]

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Everybody knows God has no sense of humor and Christians aren't fun...

Speaking as a member of a non-prophet organization, it seems like you chaps have just as much fun as we do, it's just you feel more guilty about it later.

[Jolly]

Yeah, but no hang-overs is nice...

[Doctor Phibes]

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Yeah, but no hang-overs is nice...

A hangover is just Jesus' way of telling you that he doesn't love you any more.

It's more than a bit passive-aggressive, admittedly.

[Jolly]

No, Jesus still loves you.

I'm not so sure about that after the White Throne Judgement.

[89th]

@Horace said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Yeah, but I want that burner who delivers. And yes, they're out there.

Still.

You know why there are so few of them?

Because there are so few of you.

One Saturday, I was at a buddy's place drinking beers and playing video games. (Streets of Rage on Genesis. Classic.) There was talk at work all that week about a controversial story we might be able to pull off, but 60 Minutes were investigating, too. Word was they didn't have the sources or the info we had, though. Not by half. So maybe we had a chance at doing something better. But did we have the time?

At 10PM that Saturday, my boss texted me. Our writer tied up all his loose ends and was ready to draft and file. The stuff was good, too. It was going to smoke the 60 Minutes story. But we had to do it ASAP. So he wanted to know if I was available.

Hell yes I was available. The writer and I worked on the story from 10 PM to 3 AM. No more beers or video games for me. We had a lot of back and forth, but the final was cleaned up and water-tight.

We published that Sunday morning. And we did indeed smoke 60 Minutes. What they had made for very good TV, but our reporting kicked the everloving shit out of theirs and everyone who read ours and watched theirs could see it.

I got paid nothing for my extra time. And my salary at the time was comparable to a line cook's hourly.

All that was completely fine by me. I loved it.

What wasn't fine was being treated like shit by my boss, who said thanks a lot, excellent job but prevented me from engaging in literally every professional opportunity my co-workers were given. Time and time again. After I and others tried to stick up for me. Another writer even warned him, "you keep doing this to that guy, you're gonna lose 'em." (I know this conversation happened because I fucking heard it. My boss and I shared a wall.)

Mind you, I loved what I did. I didn't want a raise or a promotion or any stupid ass perks, I wanted to work on more things and maybe spend Christmas with my family without having to be on my computer.

Well, lose 'em they did. I quit about 4 months later. My entire department planned a going away party for me. I quit a day earlier, which not only snubbed the lot of them, but also disqualified me for cashing out my sick leave—which was substantial, because I never took it.

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

Hard work very often goes unnoticed. Horace is precisely right about how to game expectations:

Cool story, Aqua.

Please don't die in the near future. TNCR is already inundated by a backlog of stories we have to vet for the recently deceased, and we would not like to take on more at this time.

I lived with Aqua in college. We met freshman year, where he was in the room across the hall in our dorm. My computer wasn't ready on Day 1 of classes (thanks a lot, Gateway) so Aqua was cool enough to let me borrow his computer. I can't recall the details, but I think (!) he let me play GTA2 on his computer, too. Later in college, we were roommates, and after college we were roommates again for a year or two.

Let's just say back then, which was nearly 20 years ago, we had a SUBSTANTIAL list of accolades to Aqua's name that we figured would make a great book one day. And that was 20 years ago.

Nothing Aqua says is a lie, and he is BY FAR the last person you want to get into a pissing match with. His motto of "don't start nothin', won't be nothin'" is very accurate. He would take a paddleboat from the Chesapeake Bay around the Horn o' Africa if it meant he could walk up to an adversary and drop an ice cube in their IPA, just to see the look on their face before getting on the paddleboat and starting the trek back.

[Horace]

@89th said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Horace said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Yeah, but I want that burner who delivers. And yes, they're out there.

Still.

You know why there are so few of them?

Because there are so few of you.

One Saturday, I was at a buddy's place drinking beers and playing video games. (Streets of Rage on Genesis. Classic.) There was talk at work all that week about a controversial story we might be able to pull off, but 60 Minutes were investigating, too. Word was they didn't have the sources or the info we had, though. Not by half. So maybe we had a chance at doing something better. But did we have the time?

At 10PM that Saturday, my boss texted me. Our writer tied up all his loose ends and was ready to draft and file. The stuff was good, too. It was going to smoke the 60 Minutes story. But we had to do it ASAP. So he wanted to know if I was available.

Hell yes I was available. The writer and I worked on the story from 10 PM to 3 AM. No more beers or video games for me. We had a lot of back and forth, but the final was cleaned up and water-tight.

We published that Sunday morning. And we did indeed smoke 60 Minutes. What they had made for very good TV, but our reporting kicked the everloving shit out of theirs and everyone who read ours and watched theirs could see it.

I got paid nothing for my extra time. And my salary at the time was comparable to a line cook's hourly.

All that was completely fine by me. I loved it.

What wasn't fine was being treated like shit by my boss, who said thanks a lot, excellent job but prevented me from engaging in literally every professional opportunity my co-workers were given. Time and time again. After I and others tried to stick up for me. Another writer even warned him, "you keep doing this to that guy, you're gonna lose 'em." (I know this conversation happened because I fucking heard it. My boss and I shared a wall.)

Mind you, I loved what I did. I didn't want a raise or a promotion or any stupid ass perks, I wanted to work on more things and maybe spend Christmas with my family without having to be on my computer.

Well, lose 'em they did. I quit about 4 months later. My entire department planned a going away party for me. I quit a day earlier, which not only snubbed the lot of them, but also disqualified me for cashing out my sick leave—which was substantial, because I never took it.

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

Hard work very often goes unnoticed. Horace is precisely right about how to game expectations:

Cool story, Aqua.

Please don't die in the near future. TNCR is already inundated by a backlog of stories we have to vet for the recently deceased, and we would not like to take on more at this time.

I lived with Aqua in college. We met freshman year, where he was in the room across the hall in our dorm. My computer wasn't ready on Day 1 of classes (thanks a lot, Gateway) so Aqua was cool enough to let me borrow his computer. I can't recall the details, but I think (!) he let me play GTA2 on his computer, too. Later in college, we were roommates, and after college we were roommates again for a year or two.

Let's just say back then, which was nearly 20 years ago, we had a SUBSTANTIAL list of accolades to Aqua's name that we figured would make a great book one day. And that was 20 years ago.

Nothing Aqua says is a lie, and he is BY FAR the last person you want to get into a pissing match with. His motto of "don't start nothin', won't be nothin'" is very accurate. He would take a paddleboat from the Chesapeake Bay around the Horn o' Africa if it meant he could walk up to an adversary and drop an ice cube in their IPA, just to see the look on their face before getting on the paddleboat and starting the trek back.

I don’t doubt any of his stories. I just couldn’t resist the joke.

[Jolly]

@89th said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Horace said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Aqua-Letifer said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:

Yeah, but I want that burner who delivers. And yes, they're out there.

Still.

You know why there are so few of them?

Because there are so few of you.

One Saturday, I was at a buddy's place drinking beers and playing video games. (Streets of Rage on Genesis. Classic.) There was talk at work all that week about a controversial story we might be able to pull off, but 60 Minutes were investigating, too. Word was they didn't have the sources or the info we had, though. Not by half. So maybe we had a chance at doing something better. But did we have the time?

At 10PM that Saturday, my boss texted me. Our writer tied up all his loose ends and was ready to draft and file. The stuff was good, too. It was going to smoke the 60 Minutes story. But we had to do it ASAP. So he wanted to know if I was available.

Hell yes I was available. The writer and I worked on the story from 10 PM to 3 AM. No more beers or video games for me. We had a lot of back and forth, but the final was cleaned up and water-tight.

We published that Sunday morning. And we did indeed smoke 60 Minutes. What they had made for very good TV, but our reporting kicked the everloving shit out of theirs and everyone who read ours and watched theirs could see it.

I got paid nothing for my extra time. And my salary at the time was comparable to a line cook's hourly.

All that was completely fine by me. I loved it.

What wasn't fine was being treated like shit by my boss, who said thanks a lot, excellent job but prevented me from engaging in literally every professional opportunity my co-workers were given. Time and time again. After I and others tried to stick up for me. Another writer even warned him, "you keep doing this to that guy, you're gonna lose 'em." (I know this conversation happened because I fucking heard it. My boss and I shared a wall.)

Mind you, I loved what I did. I didn't want a raise or a promotion or any stupid ass perks, I wanted to work on more things and maybe spend Christmas with my family without having to be on my computer.

Well, lose 'em they did. I quit about 4 months later. My entire department planned a going away party for me. I quit a day earlier, which not only snubbed the lot of them, but also disqualified me for cashing out my sick leave—which was substantial, because I never took it.

I actually regret I didn't do anything more awkward.

Hard work very often goes unnoticed. Horace is precisely right about how to game expectations:

Cool story, Aqua.

Please don't die in the near future. TNCR is already inundated by a backlog of stories we have to vet for the recently deceased, and we would not like to take on more at this time.

I lived with Aqua in college. We met freshman year, where he was in the room across the hall in our dorm. My computer wasn't ready on Day 1 of classes (thanks a lot, Gateway) so Aqua was cool enough to let me borrow his computer. I can't recall the details, but I think (!) he let me play GTA2 on his computer, too. Later in college, we were roommates, and after college we were roommates again for a year or two.

Let's just say back then, which was nearly 20 years ago, we had a SUBSTANTIAL list of accolades to Aqua's name that we figured would make a great book one day. And that was 20 years ago.

Nothing Aqua says is a lie, and he is BY FAR the last person you want to get into a pissing match with. His motto of "don't start nothin', won't be nothin'" is very accurate. He would take a paddleboat from the Chesapeake Bay around the Horn o' Africa if it meant he could walk up to an adversary and drop an ice cube in their IPA, just to see the look on their face before getting on the paddleboat and starting the trek back.

Just don't do that with folks that are high, wide and nasty. They tend to leave the joker's body to rot in a dumpster.