I held a job for 9 years that expected that of me for at least half of that time, and I was miserable. Towards the end of my time there, I was getting migraines at least once a week. After I quit, no more migraines, at least for a year maybe more. Now I’ve found a job that doesn’t expect me to submit to arbitrary authority. In fact now when I butt heads with people over stupid rules, management backs me up. I’ve even been promoted to work closer with the people who I butt heads with because it improves our product in the long run. Point being, we all have our very particular sets of skills, and if an employer doesn’t want to make use of them, fuck them and find another.

No. The key is the questioning. If the answer is “don’t question it” or “I don’t know” or “we’ve always done it that way” it’s not worthy of respect. Not following rules we don’t like does not require asking any questions, and also can be done just as well when we already know the answers.

Oh yeah I have a KitchenAid mixer that was my grandmother’s, not sure how old it is exactly, but it’s at least 25 if not 30…

My computer desk is a hand-me-down from my dad, it was already old 20 years ago…

At least where I live, the traffic lights definitely favor the light rail.

Only the poors walk. Don’t be poor.

Sure, trade in your gremlin for a pinto…

It means you have an orange.

My dad had one years ago - house was built in the mid 60s. Phoenix area. No basement. Concrete slab. So yeah, the slab was poured with that pit in it, under it was just dirt.

Holy shit indeed… The reflection on it is identical too…

And if there are toddlers around, maybe an eye or two…

My uncle used to design and build houses. Normally he didn’t work for anyone - he’d take out a loan, buy a piece of land, design a house custom fit to the contours of the land, subcontract some parts, but he did the carpentry with some hired help, and when it was all done, he’d sell it (he was a realtor too) and as far as I know always made a profit, though some did better than others…

One year I went to work for him. But he was doing it differently that time, some wealthy developer had hired him to build his own house. I remember him talking about what a big mistake that was turning out to be, the guy kept changing his mind about what he wanted when we were halfway done with something - for example when he saw the rough openings for the windows, he decided they weren’t big enough and he wanted bigger. Problem was, my uncle had already ordered the windows (custom sized of course) and they were already built, just not delivered yet… But the guy had money to burn, so he paid for both sets… Anywho, my uncle had designed the roof to be held up by some hefty beams, and had intended them to be unpainted, so had sourced the high quality (expensive) ones. After we set the beams- most by crane, but one short one was in such an odd position we had to do it by hand- heaviest thing I’ve ever lifted and I only had one end… a motorcycle engine was light in comparison… anywho, he brought his wife to look at the progress, she took one look at the beams and said “… and we’ll paint those lavender…” I could just about hear the steam coming from my uncle’s ears.

Several years ago, I bought a color laser printer/scanner. It cost about twice what an inkjet one costs. It has now lasted twice as long as the average inkjet, and no sign of that changing. And it doesn’t have any of the subscription bullshit. Money well spent.

My mom taught me boiler management when I was ~12 years old…

You have never lived with a hoarder…

Summer child?

“no true vegetarian”

In all seriousness, I would prefer a picture of a baboon’s anus. Visually, they’re not that different, but at least a baboon’s anus serves a purpose.

And yet one is no different than the other, but you only whine about one…

I think we call that a reboot…