Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.
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@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.
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Yeah, but no hang-overs is nice...
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@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.
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@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.
@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.
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@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.
@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.
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@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.
@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.
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@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.
@Jolly said in Quiet Quitting. It's a thing.:
@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.
Nah, there's crazy, and then there's crazy. I'm at least vaguely aware of the differences.
I'm also lot better with this now. I know this kind of shit is petty and ridiculous. I'd say I've mellowed out but that's not it. It's obviously much harder to try to fix things. I'm not always up for it but I'm working on it.
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No, you really do mellow out. I still have a temper, but it ain't near what it used to be.
Might as well do a little Bible for Jon and Phibes...
From Proverbs 23...4Labour not to be rich: cease from thine own wisdom. 5Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven. 6Eat thou not the bread of him that hath an evil eye, neither desire thou his dainty meats: 7For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: Eat and drink, saith he to thee; but his heart is not with thee. 8The morsel which thou hast eaten shalt thou vomit up, and lose thy sweet words. 9Speak not in the ears of a fool: for he will despise the wisdom of thy words. 10Remove not the old landmark; and enter not into the fields of the fatherless:
Verse 7 is the money verse. Solomon was a pretty smart dude.
