LinkedIn to me is just a platform where I go to get spammed by recruiters or watch middle managers passionately kiss corporate ass with motivational posts about how brilliant work is or how teamwork is so great.
It’s also a place where I add work connections that I otherwise wouldn’t send a Facebook friend request to.
Unless they pull off some kind of paramilitary overthrow of the German government (and last time I checked their co-leaders didn’t have an army of brownshirts to do their bidding) I cannot see Alternative fur Deutschland taking power in Germany. They actually lost vote share and support from other far right European parties when they spouted borderline Nazi views recently.
Reassemblement National on the other hand… Macron was stupid to call a snap parliamentary election, and if Marine Le Pen can make it to 2027 without being driven out by political scandal, she’ll probably be the next French President.
I’d have to say winter.
Spring is horrendous when it comes to pollen allergies and gets really bad around April.
Summer is similarly bad for hayfever sufferers, but also too hot and peak season for wasps and hornets.
Autumn can be nice but that’s overshadowed by being born in the same month as a lot of birthdays fall on (yes, a lot of people fuck during the Christmas holidays.) plus September is the one month that’s very restricted in terms of me taking time off because we have to prep the year-end accounts at work.
Winter on the other hand… It’s cold, it gets dark early, it can be pretty quiet, and there is nothing that beats the feeling of eating a turkey roast feast on Christmas Day, or going to a Christmas market and drinking mulled wine.
Petrol Bastard.
They call themselves ‘Tesco Value Prodigy’, yet when I see them put out tracks like these, I’m surprised they don’t have much of a following.
Wrong Impression - Natalie Imbruglia
Two Become One - Spice Girls
C’est La Vie - B*Witched
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Diana Ross
I have a friend who worked his ass off as a teenager and had founded a moderately successful IT business from the back of his garage. He sold his share of the firm at 21 and walked away with a seven digit bank balance.
He’s one of those self-proclaimed alpha males who did a lot of stuff like playing video games a lot, martial arts (black belt in two martial arts), gym, partying, etc. He would also still work from time to time, not out of necessity but rather boredom
Unfortunately age and a nasty case of long COVID caught up with him, so he’s mainly going back into IT.
Windows 3.1, 98SE, XP, 7, 8.1, 10 and now 11.
I did once use Ubuntu for a few weeks but this was after someone at school goaded me into acquiring a copy of Norton PartitionMagic to try and merge two awkwardly partitioned drives on my computer, which then nuked my C:\ partition. I didn’t have a backup copy of Windows XP to reinstall from so I had to go open source.
Needless to say, we didn’t remain friends after that.
75%. I have my moments, plus it’s hard to stay nice when there are so many assholes in the world.
They’re all very successful now. This whole notion that bullies and assholes would be bagging my groceries and asking me “you want fries with that” in adulthood is BS.
In my old job, we were invited to an ultra-important Zoom call that was mandatory for everybody based in head office to attend. The meeting was scheduled at 9:30AM on a Monday morning, in the midst of our busiest week of the month when we had time-critical payment runs to get out for approval by 12PM. Hundreds were pulled from their work.
What was this ultra-important Zoom meeting about?
Our chief financial officer was announcing his resignation. I think everybody on that call would have rather gone back to their work than hear him brag about his plans to comfortably retire and “never work a day beyond 55” for twenty minutes. It was the most tone-deaf and patronizing announcement I’ve ever heard, especially in a workplace largely staffed by people who were struggling to even make ends meet.
Even my (then) line manager was like “Was that it?”
As opposed to a xylophone made of dicks, which is a cockenspiel.