Keith is a little bitch, fuck that guy
Keith is a little bitch, fuck that guy
I like to think of it as having low RAM (and sometimes a random program/thought has a memory leak). It’s not that someone just fully and completely forgets they put their food in the (muted) microwave, it’s that the task is no longer running because they had to pick up the loaf of bread that fell on the floor or maybe their ponytail needs fixing. There’s not enough RAM to run Eat Microwaved Food AND Fix Ponytail. With Fix Ponytail running and ending there’s enough RAM to run something else but it has to be manually initiated.
This would be nice to know, my mom asked me like a decade ago and I was unable to find anything back then.
Oh it’s a V! I misread the name as rrekou, which didn’t bring anything up. Thanks!
Same, I thought maybe it could be AI generated but it doesn’t look like it is. Let’s pray OP can point us in the right direction.
My experience watching The Departed while almost entirely sober felt like a face blindness simulator. I was baffled when one of the characters that had been killed came back and none of the other characters acknowledged it. Cool movie but so confusing.
Do you also bike/lift?
It’s a little higher resolution if you edit the URL for the image. Removed fit=400 from the url
It’s almost definitely true as long as he’s not completely socially inept. I’m mildly socially inept and had a similar experience at a woman focused department store. I had significantly less work that I was allowed to do, but was still commended for it. If the options for growth there were at all appealing I might have stayed when offered a leadership position.
Most of my coworkers were either older women that treated me like their son/grandson or attractive young women that would take me out to bars and parties. I made a few life long friends as a nice bonus. The obvious downside is that it was by far the lowest pay and worst benefits I’ve ever had in my life (absolutely one of the most fun periods of my life though).
Although, the amount of opportunities for getting laid that I completely missed or unknowingly blew is embarrassing. Hurts a little bit to think about.