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“I still have a cold and it’s tiring to read for a while,”

It’s almost like someone is trying to tell you to STFU.

That is a chicken.
That is my brain on drugs.
My brain on drugs is a chicken.
Weed makes me paranoid.
Q.E.D.

These folks seem to have a different understanding than you.

Specifically:

Since as many as 10 percent of the lowest-wage workers leave or start jobs every month, any decrease in the number of full-time equivalent jobs will mean that some workers will take more time finding a new job, or will work fewer hours. But many of these workers may still see their annual earnings rise because of their wage increase.

Summer Glau: Am I a joke to you?

Ah, the majestic gas giant…

(It’s not, it’s an ice giant, but juvenile humor ftw)

After she went bird hunting.

I’ll second CBT, it helped me a lot. My therapist started with identifying my “core beliefs” like “worrying* helps me avoid bad things” and “worrying makes me better at my job” and then through some structured routines helped me change or event disregard them. I’m very analytical and she really helped show the illogical nature of all the time I spent worrying.

That said I first needed a low dose zoloft prescription to even be willing to book the therapy, but I’ve since weened off it.

*specifically hypothetical worries, i.e. “what if”

Maybe the Orca’s should have pulled themselves up by their finstraps. (/s)

I’m approaching 40 this year. Around 20, I missed an important uni deadline, and meant the degree I had planned would cost me an extra year I couldn’t afford (like literally couldn’t afford the tuition). Managed to finish, but with a degree no one would recommend. Was absolutely panicked.

Ultimately, ended up very successful in a job in a country on the other side of the world. Met the woman who is now my wife of 13 years, had some amazing adventures, moved to a few more different countries, changed industries again about 10 years ago, and worked my way up to upper management again before leaving that field too.

TL;DR No, stress has brought me nothing but misery, I have no regrets except that I didn’t enjoy the ride as much as I could have.

Learn new stuff as you work, or as hobbies (my entire second career started as a hobby). Don’t be afraid to “fake it till you make it” and keep an eye out for jobs you didn’t even consider as a possibility. I personally avoid corporate gigs, smaller independent companies are more likely to notice you and use you for the skills you bring. Life can fly by, enjoy the ride.

Everything’s all right then?

Honestly, that sounds amazing, and illustrates why, “can you explain this gap on your resume” is such a bull shit interview question.

Life’s too short to give a fuck. I’m turning 40 soon, and I’m very overweight, but about 4 months ago I started dancing; contemporary, modern, hiphop, and voguing.

It kicks my ass all over the place, but I keep going, every day, and I can feel the improvement in my strength, flexibility, and just everything.

I have my first paying performance this week, and I’ve just been asked to audition for a dance company that’s starting up. They know I can’t do it all, they know my limitations, but I show up everytime with a smile and ready to work, because I don’t care what anyone says, I know I’m fucking awesome and so should you (whoever you are reading this, no seriously you’re awesome, go kill it).

Why does there even need to be a COP every year?

COP is just theatre.

Asked and answered.

Ok, I tilted my phone and shoved it up my butt… now what? I never get these memes, I must be getting old.

Edit: hold on someone’s calling me…

I’d argue running a laptop from the 00s is the least boomer thing to do. Buying a new Macbook every two years while complaining that you don’t have enough money and joking about how you’re spending your kid’s inheritance is the boomer thing to do.

Carl: Alright, well…I was upstairs…

Paul: Okay…

Carl: I was uh…I was sitting in my room…

Paul: Yes?

Carl: reading a book…

Paul: Go on…

Carl: And, uh, well this guy walked in…

Paul: Okay…

Carl: So, I went up to him…

Paul: Yes…

Carl: And I…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.

Paul: Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarl, that KILLS people!

Carl: Oh! Well, I didn’t know that!!

Ok, I had to know, so:

1. It’s real
2. Sold only in Czech Republic around Christmas time, though currently unavailable
3. Apparently fried Carp is a traditional Christmas eve dish in CR
4. Because of the Christ feeding 5000 with fish and bread bible story.

I still have questions, but at least I’ll be able to sleep tonight.

And they make a low track version, basically bigger grains. Our cat drags out considerably less litter now, though some cats might not like the texture on their paws.

That’s awesome. Yeah, definitely a rollercoaster for me, winter gets harder since walking was/is a big part of my routine. But even 25kg must feel great. I love feeling like I’ve kept some of the muscle, but lost a beer keg worth of extra weight every time I climb some stairs or carry something heavy.

At first, solo, very solo. Like I’d even avoid my wife until I felt comfortable, because at my size (was over 300lbs) certain things were embarrassingly difficult. As I lost some, and more importantly found workouts that worked for me, I started venturing out, now I do a lot of group classes (dance stuff mostly). Even though I’m still often the biggest, I feel a lot better about myself overall so I enjoy it and I’ve found some very supportive studios with awesome vibes.