What if they’re American vegans who use the imperial system of measurement, don’t own a bidet, and microwave their water for tea? Should I break out the cross and hammer?

Next up: a full congressional investigation into Wikipedia

Mutual disdain was the catalyst. I did it for eight years and probably lost fifteen years of life expectancy from it. Ungodly toxic environment. Fuck big firm accounting. Fuck them all in the most demeaning, painful way imaginable.

I make roughly one third the money today, and I’m much happier for it. I still make a comfortable living where I don’t particularly worry about money, so what would the additional two thirds do for me outside paying medical bills it causes?

No matter how much I try to remove my name from searches, I still get recruited by ambitious young people on a regular basis. I generally make them stop with a response that goes something like this:

I would rather have my eyes gouged out by the white hot barbed penis of Satan himself while he spits in my mouth than return to public accounting for any amount of money.

As a tax accountant, I sincerely hope this gets to a point where a vast majority of the population has no need for my services.

I used to play in the big leagues where none of my clients would ever qualify for this and their returns routinely took upwards of a hundred hours to complete. Those guys need to keep paying.

Now I play down in the minors a couple steps above the Block, and I hate seeing the owner sell these three or four hundred dollar returns that might take me an hour to complete in the first year and maybe thirty minutes in subsequent years.

I’m in a worse situation. I still go to Yahoo every day out of habit going back to the nineties. I instantly regret it every time I do it.

Do these pharmacies by chance serve fried chicken or offer commercial laundry services?

Cool your jets there. I don’t mind that I paid for it.

There was an aggressive, “well fuck you, pay me and get the fuck out then,” demeanor from the server.

I never raised my voice, never asked for a comp. All I did was response, “I can’t eat this,” when she asked how everything was. That was it.

I would’ve paid AGAIN if she’d offered to let me order something else because I was so god damned hungry and knew there would be no food for many hours ahead.

But no. She grabbed that plate, stormed off, and slapped a check in front of me. The end.

Sorry i hurt your service industry feelings.

I NEVER send food back and I NEVER ask for a comp. Never have, never will.

But you want to be shitty to be about it, I’ll pay for the food, and that’s all I’m gonna pay for.

In a similar situation this past summer, I told the server I didn’t care for the food and she immediately asked if I wanted something else. I politely declined and told her to charge me for the food, that it wasn’t her fault, and tipped her somewhere in the 25% neighborhood.

These two incidents are the only two times I can recall not being able to eat what I was served. I have, however, been witness to a number of other people getting pretty vocal about wanting everything for free, including everybody at their table, claiming they didn’t like the food they had consumed in its entirety. On that front, you and I are united, I’m sure.

I tried one a couple years ago with an open mind.

I took two bites and yeah no. Couldn’t eat it.

I told the server that I couldn’t eat it, so she took my plate off the table and slapped the bill down in front of me, charging me for it without offering any alternatives while my lunch mates slowly enjoyed their good burgers and I got to sit there watching, hungry, and sixteen dollars lighter in the wallet. Worse, I was about to catch a plane, so I was fucked on getting any other food.

I got the rolled eyes treatment when I paid and didn’t tip.

I’m not bitter about that experience. Not one bit.

There is hope for you after the asylum. My daughter has an EE degree. While in school, she would call me every October and tell me how terrible it was and that she wanted to drop out. I would talk her off the ledge, and she got through.

Now she’s working, making more money than I do in her early twenties, and she loves loves loves her job.

Keep going!

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Yoko Ono it is!

I have enough 7-11 points to buy out several franchise locations, but I can’t use them.

I made the account with Facebook, then later deleted Facebook. Since I don’t have a Facebook to log in to the app to redeem points, I can’t redeem them at all.

I contacted corporate about this, and they say there’s nothing I can do.

The fun part is that my still valid email was connected to the now defunct Facebook, so I can’t use my email either. Not even to make a new account.

Same deal with my phone number.

So if I ever want a free shitty taquito, I basically need an entirely new Identity.

I don’t know what the three between the two facebooks are.

Sitting in the central jury room waiting for instructions in awe at the various and sundry sounds people make.

For me Lemmy has been about 50/50 great discussions/trolls looking to be confrontational about any little thing they can pick apart.

Aside from a few private subs, that’s still a better ratio than Reddit by a long shot.

Main benefit is that I haven’t touched Reddit since RIF went down. That’s a win regardless of what happens to Lemmy.

I can’t quite remember, but there’s always been this little vague memory in the back of my mind that I was taught to consider Carl Sagan as evil.

Oh seventies crazy religious upbringing. What nonsense won’t you spew?

I drank with Russians in Korea. The beer bottles and vodka bottles were the same size, say 300 or 350ml.

I drank beer. They drank vodka.

For every bottle of beer I drank, they each drank a bottle of vodka.

They drank me under the table.

They did have that delightful yellow skin tone.

Event television would be a big thing. I was a senior in college in 93. Seinfeld, Simpsons, Frasier, you had to schedule your day around that. The bar I worked at would even put these shows on instead of playing music and market it as a reason to come in.

Yes, we could record shows on VHS and watch them later, but that was mostly done with daytime soap operas - also a thing that has mostly gone by the wayside.

Landline phones with answering machines would throw a teenager from today into chaos.

Smoking everywhere. Not even California had introduced smoking bans yet.

No TSA. Flying was fun.

Weed possession was a decades long sentence.

You could play around with all kinds of things that were different.

The mechanics of that game were more like a very fast choose your own adventure than the traditional move joystick left, spaceship go left mechanics.

Because the graphics were coming off a laser disk, they didn’t generate on the spot. There were predetermined outcomes to every move.

When people figured this out, information started to collect in the magazines, and the game became beatable.

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