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professional chaos squirrel and/or computational demonologist
I think I'm impressed at whoever wrote the Securities Act of 1933 and the Securities Exchange Act of 1934;
What other legal document from *a century* ago can apply so neatly to our current cyberpunk dystopia?
Coming back from a week of being Gloriously Offline is an adventure of stress and delight
For a fun bonus it was an 8 hour time zone difference
Spouse, age 45: Yeah, I never really did the mid life crisis thing
Reader, he was a physical therapist assistant. Now he's a heavy diesel mechanic.
If Grace Hopper Con can cancel its contract and get the fuck out of Florida, why can't WiCyS?
At what point did the military realize asking *the internet* for help was a bad idea?
And found ... by CAP. A bunch of teenagers.
Talk about setting up for failure.
It is taking all of my willpower *not* to respond to this Amazon recruiter like:
"Have you tried hiring one of the several thousand you just laid off?"
It's starting to really piss me off that HR is clearly not enforcing the dress code policy day to day.
I don't blame folks for wearing shorts, casual shoes, ripped jeans, and sleeveless shirts -- we're in the middle of a fucking heat wave.
I'm just not afforded the luxury of being comfortable because of how I'm shaped, I guess, since I am routinely held to the letter of the policy, when clearly no one else is.
How dare I be unapologetically femme, in some of my favorite fashions, after we were specifically invited to wear vintage/retro stuff for a special event, to which I specifically expressed excitement. How dare I express anything other than a "professional" reaction after learning the *HR department* had an entire conversation about my tits.
How dare I exist while female in a traditionally male space.
Fuck my morale and productivity, I guess. Those don't matter; I don't matter.
Noooo, say it isn't so!
There was the time a GS14 called our (openly lesbian) building commander a slur in the hallway.
There was all the times I was called stupid and mocked to my face, for the crime of *wanting admins to patch their network while having tits*. ("Calm down, little girl")
There was the time an older lady actively ran interference to hide my desk from a known creep.
There was all the times (inside a SCIF, mind) poop mysteriously appeared in hallways.
There was the guy who actively bragged about his stripper side piece and alcohism. If you heard my WiCys speech, this is also "C++ is interpreted, it doesn't require source code review" guy.
The IC is suuuuupppperrr toxic.
I am not at summer camp and I'm ok with that.
I miss seeing friends.
I don't miss the desert in August. I don't miss the process of travel. I don't miss feeling lost and overwhelmed.
I'm happy to have extended time at home to work on projects and relax.