Oh, one of those dark web places I'm not allowed to go.Night of the Werewolves. It's a Mafia game.
I am wondering: did you feel usefull in more than half of them? (I used to spend 6 to 8 hours in meeting a day, receiving like 50 mails a day, etc... to the point that it all felt nonsense to meThe only time I was actually "producing" stuff was when I isolated myself in front of a salad at lunch time... salad being eaten infront of my laptop ofc
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...yes.I missed the "o."
Hi. I don't think I saw you in OT before.
That all depends on how the meeting is structured.
I spend like...depending on week, 6-12 hours in meetings (I think), and in some of them stuff is getting done, some are just informative, and some are purely useless. The ones I lead are obviously the more useful ones ^^.
You can just check my signature or Snerk's. We'll distract the wife by pretending to be Mormons.Oh, one of those dark web places I'm not allowed to go.
You can just check my signature or Snerk's. We'll distract the wife by pretending to be Mormons.
Wait'll you get the Raves, the Rants, and the Random Thoughts.Rant: I have both the raves and rants thread. This probably isn't fair.
This will sound like a humble brag but I absolutely despise doing good things and being acknowledged for them. I'm so comfortable with and insistent on hating myself, all the while maintaining the idea (no matter how warped) that this is logically consistent and empirical. That I can objectively prove I lack value, that I'm unreliable, and that I shouldn't be turned to. So whenever I do something Good™ I inevitably get pissed at myself for daring to do such a thing. But that's stupid. I should like doing good things. And indeed I strive to do good things. But then when I do those things, I just wield it as another means of despising myself.
Stop working barefoot??The fertile topsoil of San Bernardino stains my feet black every freakin' day that I work over there.
Stop working barefoot??
Stop working barefoot??