“I think it’s actually very unfair to the victims of sexual assault to say that somehow their lives are being worse by electing Donald Trump for president”

“Can we ask victims of sexual assault what they think?”

“No no no! No need. I’ll tell you all about it. Here’s the thing…”

We’re both wrong. It’s Joe Manchin.

Holy god that’s by far the worst one. Still the same gaping chasm of moral vacancy, but he looks younger and more vigorous, more capable with his greedy darkness.

(Edit: It’s Joe Manchin, a totally different crooked rich white guy who gets away with everything)

🤣

I have this totally unreasonable belief that I can sometimes tell just from looking at someone that they’re an awful person.

I mean, generally speaking, I do think it’s better not to publicly humiliate anyone if you can avoid it. The fact that some people think this doesn’t apply to “underlings” doesn’t make it any less true as a general rule.

So one day, the build was broken. The guy that was running the project freaked the fuck out. He said the client needed to have a nightly build or really bad things would happen.

Now, to manually produce a build of this project was an intense undertaking. It usually ran overnight and it was a long, fiddly process that took several hours. I proposed to him that I just fix the builder instead, and they’d get a build tomorrow. No, he said. It has to be today.

I spent the entire goddamned day making a new build. Finally, at the end of the day, I got a build. We could give it to the client.

He said, good news, I got you some extra time. I told the client we’ve got some new features we really want to show you, and they’ll be in tomorrow’s build.

You can see where this is going.

Four days in a row this happened. Four days of making a new build by hand, never with the time or permission to just fix the builder. The client never received the build they kept getting promised, because there were always new features waiting, tantalizingly close, that they absolutely had to witness for themselves. But alas, these features had just been implemented, brand new, and we had to make a build that would include them. Tomorrow. It was always just in the works, tomorrow. And yet… tomorrow, when everyone came in, the build was broken! This was a surprise to no one, except the guy running the project. He seemed genuinely not to grasp the idea that if no one fixed the autobuilder, the autobuilder would continue not working. He lived in a perpetual state of fear and anxiety, driven to wild agony by the prospect of an unhappy client. I wasn’t privy to the conversations, but I suspect the client was genuinely unhappy with whatever he was telling them. I have no idea.

Finally, on the fourth day, I happened to talk with one of the higher-ups, and filled him in one what was going on on my project. His conversation about it with me was fairly brief, but it was fairly clear that he wasn’t happy.

Within a few minutes, I was officially told that I had permission to take some time to fix the autobuilder. Oh joyous day it was.

Once the project was over, there was a very, very short delay before the guy who’d been running the project had been offered an exciting new opportunity at some other company and we all wished him the best.

It was not, I will check out his human generated art though.

An outrage. I don’t want prisoners in the US to make my food, just vulnerable immigrant populations kept perpetually at the edge of deportation, and subsistence foreign farmers victimized by a century and a half of gunpointed economic oppression with the full-throated support of the entire permitted US political spectrum.

If only everyone else would agree with him and do exactly what he says at all times immediately, we wouldn’t have problems like this. He specifically told them how unreasonable it is that they’re out of soy milk. Several times.