Yo, sorry. Your number is one digit off from mine. I might’ve mistyped.

Sorry, I couldn’t read your comment because my Mom was using the phone.

Ah, sorry, I thought you were responding to me directly at first. I’m as old as the internet. I’m just a little slow at times.

Not sure what this bot is on about, but it’s repeating my sentiment word-for-word but in bold, which is kinda scary. Would recommend downvoting.

You’re welcome! I’m sorry for sharing. A lot of people left that place far worse off than me, and it was a tragic introduction to inequity for me. I’m here because I’m horrified. Most people should be. I’ll give you more details in a DM if you have any questions.

Guy in the Lab in his 60’s - still great at his job - canned because his wife had late stage cancer and needed a lot of treatment. Those in the Lab knew that he smoked weed (the entire Production department also smoked). They tested him and no one else. Bro had an art to conducting a Farinograph that will be lost to time. His wife passed less than a year later.

The same company (very illegally) fired everyone trying to unionize a few decades ago, so it tracks out. They just didn’t know how to form a collective and make a Class Action.

I’ve met ones responsible for introducing new company policies targeting specific individuals because their medical treatment was getting too expensive. I would almost rather deal with full-time landlords.

Just evolved enough to stop Humpty Dumpty syndrome.

Evolution is a fickle mistress. Time does not always garner intelligence. Or as pigeon would say, “coo”.

Someone knows the Master’s thesis trick.

I feel like if I could remove my connotations from the word, Cicada itself would be an awesome name.

“they make something beautiful instead of death” Agreed, but your neighbor’s kid’s fingers might not agree after that M-80

Lotta green on that burger, buddy. Cocks shotgun

Hammer falls “Overruled.”

Though Shasta is nice this time of year.

Okay, but like… can I see it?

Every day we lose a little more of our humanity.

Jesus, I hope I’m the only reason…

You can use it for gravel as well. I walked into a quarry recently and pretended to fall into a pile of loose gravel (but then I started covertly shoveling it into my fanny pack).

Boom. Close the zipper on that lock box while some production employees help you out of the gravel and you’ve secured 1/8500th of what you need for your new driveway. You just have to pull the grift a few more times.

They know my face at the local quarry now, though, which is problematic.

Yeah, but like, the jalapenos and cheese don’t just fit in the fanny pack after all the flour is in there. It’s rough getting by these days.