In general, working people at any income stratum flatter their economic positions when they think they’d be worse off under socialism.
There are two ways my income privileges me: what I consume and what I have.
I consume space in a building, food, clothes, furniture, electronics. Nothing we can’t make available to everyone. Some of my things are nicer, but then they get worse and need to be replaced due to planned obsolescence. Under socialism, this wouldn’t be a thing – every chair can be a nice chair that will last decades and if demand for chairs drops, good; everyone’s sitting comfortably. What I’m getting at is that nice bougie shit, precluding ostentatious chandeliers filled with rare gems and gold-plated lambos, could be the floor for what we provide people. Or even briefer, we can do LGC right now.
Then there’s what I have, which is a six-figure ball of investments designed to sustain a future me who, for whatever reason, doesn’t have the well-paying job nor access to a social safety net. This shouldn’t be necessary and it’s horrifying that so many people in my country are walking a tightrope without that circus net. So fuck my portfolio, I’d gladly give it up for the revolution.
The IT support desk is the new mailroom as the place where you can start and work your way up. You don’t need to know IT to start and a lot of places will have you only walking users through the easy calls (password resets) and passing anything more complex to senior. Ngl, a degree will help you immensely, but you might find a company that will help you with that.
Did you get wasted?
Congrats for getting as far, and as fast, as you did.
Is that sort of pace now forced upon you by climate change, or is it possible to start earlier and get north enough before it gets too hot? Say in 2 years.
You can pretty much copy-paste this.
I had this nagging incredulous feeling that the Cuba trade embargo could be so effective since I learned about the 180 day rule and finally ran the numbers today. Surely Cuba, I thought, having 11 million people, could sustain healthy trade even if shipping companies had to segregate Cuba and non-Cuba ships. But a container ship carries 24,000 container-equivalents, so, ignoring the massive inequality and converting by population alone, the US’s 22 million shipping container-equivalents per year would amount to 22M*(11/333) = 730,000 container-equivalents or 30 ships per year. Even if Cubans consoomed like USians, that’s looking like such a small market that it makes sense for shipping companies to ignore it rather than maintain a shipping route that comes so close to the US without being able to dock there.
Death to America
I haven’t played any Metroid since Echoes, where I gave up pretty early. I guess I’ll just hope what you’re talking about doesn’t happen.
What kind of orange?
Would we have heard about it if they threw some paint on an office building?
That sounds really hard to imagine, even in hellworld. Have they done that to strong, established characters?
Any high profile republican who will switch parties for the nom. Bolton, Christie, Collins, Murkowski, hell, even Pence, paired with a Trumpy, registered republican running mate. They’ll get the votes of all 20 people who think partisan politics is the #1 issue and nobody else.
I mean, obviously not at first, but several hours later . . .
Go for broke and say you won’t be in. Don’t even claim to be unwell. Worst case, they ask why and you can try your hand at lying about feeling unwell (staying as vague as possible), best case, you won’t stress about future call-outs.
One thing still has on the fediverse is the abundance of cat communities. There’s one called CatsInSinks.
Grilled bread cheese. Cutting it into cubes and making sure each side of each cube is grilled to perfection, or at least well, is a fun game. To turn it from a snack to a meal, add a whole can (they did say “low effort” after all) of daal and spice it up as needed.
So he’s single or too soon?
They give the unsigned renewal letter teeth (or else why would they even set a month-to-month price there) in a clause in the original lease, solely dependent upon giving me written notice and explicitly stating “without necessity of your signature.”