In high school, my friends & I got really stoned after our band performed one night.
We mocked up some NASA letterhead, pulled out the phone book, & proceeded to create dozens of signed & sealed official correspondence from the space agency.
Every letter read:
Dear Jerry,
You’ll never be an astronaut.
Love, NASA
…now I kinda want to do that with this butter box trick. Just randomly select a dozen or so mailing addresses & send them one of these with no other explanation.
Some office work too though. If you want to actually win the contracts, you gotta go fast. Granted, it’s not fast all the time, and we can plan when those contracta sprints are coming, to an extent, but I would definitely describe my office job as fast paced.
Not to mention when the customer changes the statement of work you’re bidding on…
Food service is making the best of a bad situation.
Plan everything right then truck shows late/ prep calls off/etc. Too many moving parts. Not even accounting for customer taste.
Transitioned to office work that is technically classified as “fast pace” and worst day of poor planning doesn’t enter top 10 worst days when working food.
I don’t mean this to attack anyone that commented. Seems like I’ve sparked a good discussion. As an instance admin I can see who has voted on posts and literally no one voting on my comment left a reply :-)
It’s a person by person thing and I suspect age plays a large part in feelings towards the term. In general I would say avoid the term unless it is requested.
Yeah, even the actual sentiment of the video is more like, “it’s not great but it’s the name that stuck and there’s solidarity behind it.”
The problem, as always, is lumping people together when they didn’t ask to be. Most of the newer, more “politically correct” terms are even more generic and alienating, and, once again, being forced on them from outside.
When the early European colonizers arrived in the Americas (Christopher Columbus and those who followed), they thought they had circumnavigated the globe and arrived in the lands east of India (which were referred to as East Indies at the time).
So, that’s why they referred to the indigenous people of the Americas as “Indians” and the name stuck.
All I know is that I long for it for some damn reason. As an Appalachian kid with too little to eat, that shit was heaven. I don’t know if it was just because I was hungry, but I was sad to see it go.
This made me think of something else too.
My mom used to stop at a gas station, send me in first with a food stamp dollar to buy a .05 cent piece of gum. My brother would do the same thing, then we’d drive down to the next station and do it again. Finally, at the third station we’d come to the car and give my mom the change. Once we were done, she could afford enough gas to go visit my aunt and my cousins.
Once the EBT card came out that was over for poor folks.
People would stand outside of gas stations and stop people, “hey bro, I’ll buy you two twelve packs of soda for two bucks. You can get a candy bar too.” They usually end up trespassed. The smart ones would sell the cards for half their value (smart? I know) so they didn’t get banned from stores.
Working in a gas station in Appalachia I seen a number of people open their wallets and have several EBT cards.
My money is that OP is from Russia. That government wants as much division and dessent as they can get, and they have a professional cyber ops organization.
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