Can’t say I like that.

Interesting. Why haven’t you?

Word

Yeah, I got a bankruptcy amount of issues to see the doc about. Trying to put it off until I am out of debt (so I can accrue fresh debt).

No, try to stay off that stuff

Great, I’ll just add that to the list of other potentially lethal conditions I’ve been avoiding the doctor about.

That sounds terrible. I was prescribed something for an enlarged prostate a few years ago but after it ran out I just quit drinking so much water before bed and it resolved the frequent trips in the night

No, nothing drug related it’s just circumstantial. 11 days straight so far working out of state. Exhausted and missing a few hours of sleep. Cranky and want to be home.

Wanted to knock one out before going to bed as a little stress reliever. Even scrounged through some videos but nothing was really keeping my interest. Then my body was like ‘surprises! alright, you’re done, wrap it up’. And there was no rush or even like that little internal sigh you get. Just a blank space where the orgasm usually goes.

And a really weird, persistent feeling of uncomfortableness inside.

It is, but it’s the functional kind. And the landlord doesn’t give a fuck about your problems so you got turn life’s lemons into lemon pepper chicken to pay that rent.

Oh it is. But there’s drugs and trauma-bonding, so that helps. Plus, it pays a few more bucks than minimum wage.

It also conveys a permanent +10 bonus to your rizz so you can sleep with the slutty front of house.

Somewhere between the borders of desperation and total burnout there is a sweet spot where you realize you are performing at a higher level than you ever have, higher than most ever will, and the satisfaction compensates for the lack of pay and the life destroying vices you need to employ in order to cope with the constant stress.

Good times.

Imagine straddling the line between performing at your absolute best, pushed to the limit of your abilities, and living in a complete horror show of a shift. All your cylinders are firing, your brain is running 110%, your body is alive. It is up to you, and the crew you trained, to impose order onto chaos by performing a complex symphony of actions in a tightly coordinated team.

Yes, tensions are high, but everyone is digging in, summoning their grit, and working together to tackle any upset in the highly demanding flow of food. There is laughing, cursing, anger, worry, joy, comradery. It’s a high drama marathon that challenges you, makes you perform at your best every day. You know the complete despair and panic when it falls apart and you know the sweet satisfaction as the rush dies down and you and your team did it, against all odds, once again.

When you look out the window and see the hordes of people eagerly awaiting to enjoy a great meal with their friends and family and you look over at the people already served and see the absolute bliss on their faces as they dig in…

You. You made that happen.

Just a daily reminder that if you want something great, especially if it is made great by the contributions of hundreds of people, it can’t be owned by a profit oriented business. If you don’t want that great thing to be taken away and/or used against you, the ownership has to remain in the hands of the people.

Oh shit, I haven’t seen the rolfcopter in years. That brings back some memories

What the murmurs in the void are saying.

Don’t try to figure it out. Just. Leave. It. Alone.

“Nice wheels. Wanna fuck?”

Because of overlapping vectors of group socialization often contradict each other. What vector a person is subjected to first usually takes precedent until a more impactful one imposes a new structure. People are often introduced to church before they are old enough to understand politics.

People very rarely reevaluate their stances without some major life event forcing them to. Instead, they take the stances already taught to them by others and look around trying to find confirmations.

‘smoking the jerk off crack’ is going in my lexicon.

I think the original founder of 50501 was strong-armed out by a “professional” group of protesters. That’s pretty sus in itself.

This sounds like a bunch of bullshit. And most of these testing after-action reports are nothing but marketing attempts.

They set up very specific environments, give very specific instructions with very specific libraries and tool sets then pretend to be surprised when it finally fumbles its way through it.

Without hormonal influence, repulsion is the natural reaction regarding sex. Weird smells, orifices, fluids, grunting and sweating all up in personal space, goofy faces, the entire act is inherently gross. It takes a powerful cascade, a cocktail if you will, of hormones to induce procreation.

Going outside