A friend of mine is a surgeon, and he told me he really struggles not to lose his shit when he hears people thanking God after he has been standing on his feet for multiple hours to save someone’s life.
A friend of mine is a surgeon, and he told me he really struggles not to lose his shit when he hears people thanking God after he has been standing on his feet for multiple hours to save someone’s life.
I think it would be super awkward if you’ve been widowed.
I mean, you’re supposed to meet everyone again, including your former spouses who had been waiting for you.
Fucking hell, they are the most alien looking animals on the planet, they’re amazing.
Yep, I work in games and this year has been fucking brutal.
Most of my contacts/acquaintances on Linkedin are “between jobs”.
Luckily I have some freelancing set up, but this thing is killing me. It’s not easy to find another (remote) job when half the people in the industry are competing with you.
The CEO should be hanged by the balls, just one disastrous decision after another, what an incompetent moron.
So, “food porn” is literally every edible shit I guess?
Pizza marinara doesn’t have cheese.
I remember super fondly the days of Live Journal. Some of the people I was in touch with back then are rl friends to this day.
You’re missing the main ingredient to make it creamy: cooking water.
You need to mix the cheese with one ladelful of water (picked when the pasta is almost ready so there’s some gluten in it).
Then drain the pasta and stir it in the sauce.
If you don’t do that there’s pretty much no way to avoid clumps.
It’s the narrow thought process of one who has always lived in the she spot, I would imagine.
It’s taught in schools, and anyway, you’re glossing over the fact that the poster above proved your claim wrong (Germans are all uncomfortable with their history), which is just plain false.
That’s not true at all, Germans make a big effort in remembering what they did and making sure it keeps being remembered.
As opposed to my country, Italy, where the attitude after the fall of Mussolini was “uh, oh well”.
There’s also to take into consideration the fact that people experience dips of productivity throughout the day. Like, I’d never be able to start something that requires most of my brain power after 3.
For others it’s early morning.
So, when I was in the office I would just kill time, go on coffee breaks or just do fucking nothing until it was time to go home, and I know for a fact that it was like that for most of my colleagues.
No one works 8 hours straight out of an 8 hours work day. Working from home just removes the torture of sticking around looking busy.
I actually complete from home the same amount of tasks I used to at the office, really, because my productivity (and that of others) wasn’t constant there either.
Literally every company I worked in assigned name.surname@company.com, I don’t know why people would complicate their life by doing literally anything else.
Oh, I have a straight cousin too, he’s cool.