I did. My parents were hippies and thought it was weird to call people anything other than their names. So they never tried to get me to call them anything but their names. At one point in maybe jr high I tried goingbwithbmom and dad but it didn’t take.
Wasn’t this the group that got sued for sampling the Rutles?
Thanks. Really, I got lucky with mentor types early on.
There was a dude in highschool in the theater group that did the tech stuff. Lights and sound, sets were another group. He was super rad. He taught us that figuring out how to do stuff was at least as fun as doing stuff. He also taught us a weird kind of loyalty. If we skipped class or whatever, we could come and work in the theater as long as we kept quiet about it and just worked. He wouldn’t lie or cover for us but if we were there to learn or do, mum was the word.
My roofing boss took me aside one day and asked why I was trying to work so fast. I told him everyone else was cruising. He said “I dont pay you to do it fast. I pay you to do it right. Speed will come later”. He also taught me it was crucial to know where the good lunch places were and to make the most of that break.
And between my dad and my uncle, I’ve learned that just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you’re a better person than someone, work ends at the end of the day, that if you’re being paid to do something it means you’re a professional and you should act like one, and to take pride in my work even if its for an asshole client.
I’ve worked for some shitty people too. They taught me that if I ever think I know it all, I should quit because thinking there’s no more to learn just means I’ve given up trying. They also taught me that hazing is stupid and the only thing that achieves is getting the new guy to piss in your thermos (thats right Dave, you fuck. that was me that fucked up your coffee. Think about that next time you tell someone to move a pile of lumber back and forth 3 times).
We used to build forts for fun. Then later, skate ramps. I realized I was pretty good at building shit so I got a job as a laborer. Then I got a job as a roofer on pretty nice houses. That turned into sort of helper/ apprentice thing. My dad and uncle had a construction/contracting company but I refused to work for them because I didn’t want to get a job because I was the owners kid. Later, my uncle blew out a knee or something and they asked me to come lend a hand for a bit. Turns out, they were really, really good and I stayed for about 20 years learning almost everything. Now I work as a project manager and finish carpenter on some pretty big, fancy houses.
Halloween rules. It doesn’t pretend to be about anything but fun. You dig hardcore horror? Its got you. You into pumpkin and candy corn aesthetic? Check. Sexy anything? You got it. Pink skeletons with discoball eyes? Fam, this is the holiday for you. There is no wrong way to celebrate. There’s no gate keeping here.
One thing I do is read 3 star reviews. Generally, five star reviews are bots/shills or just people trying to affirm a bad decision; One star reviews are people that had shipping problems or didn’t understand what they were buying. Three star reviews tend to be people that actually bought the thing, and are capable of rational thought.
You can’t fire me, I quit.
Its not even being evil. That takes a certain amount of intelligence and/or cunning. This is just being such a shitty person you don’t get invited to some shitstains funeral because everyone knows you have the self control of a three year old.
In fairness, he may be the smartest of the bunch.
If I remember right, there’s one dude that “stayed behind” to keep it up and running.
I have no idea who to root for here. I guess I just hope both teams lose.
Skateboarding. I’d give almost anything if I could go do that again.
Come on man. You think if trump gave head hed put any effort into it? Or concern himself with giving pleasure?
I deeply believe that making money at someting is the fastest way to ruin it. That’s what my job is for, not the rest of my time. I love learning new things and having new experiences more than I love making money. As soon as I do that, it’s a chore.
Everything connected to your phone. In less than 50 years they’re gonna laugh about how we had apps for our washing machines and dishwashers.
And boogers. He licks boogers too.
Turns out poor people are just other brown people to rich people.
And who was president 22years ago? So Obama was the second worst, shit wait. it was Bush.
Hes bald and hates that he is. So, wear a beanie because then its a Thing. Hes a fucking choad.