My problem also sucks up every atom of attention in the room. I have a picture of her sitting in my parents' living room the first Christmas after my marriage. She looks absolutely miserable because no one, at that particular moment, is paying attention to her. She's a sad sack in a sea of beautiful people, beautifully dressed, in a beautiful home. I learned early on that when going to dinner with her and her husband I should just start drinking and then re-decorating the house in my head. Because she will talk the entire time. There's no percentage in trying to engage with her. So I don't.
He doesn't think janitors actually do anything. Not only has he never cleaned a toilet in his life; he's never even seen a dirty one. Because he's always had an army of faceless maids following him around, doing their jobs so efficiently and invisibly that he doesn't actually know stuff gets dirty without people cleaning it.
He thinks toilets and kitchenettes and floors just...stay clean. Rubbish bins empty and toilet rolls fill by magic. There's some sort of reverse Star Trek replicator that takes care of dirty dishes and lunches forgotten at the back of the fridge. He has no idea what happens to a communal toilet that doesn't get daily attention.
Unfortunately he'll be shielded from the worst of it, because he'll have his own little executive suite. But the first time he encounters his own shit left on the bowl from yesterday, he is going to melt the fuck down because he'll have no idea what's happening.
He's stopped paying rent and bills, it's only a matter of time before creditors seize the servers. By then it'll be a merciful release for all of us.
Or he could try trolling Greta Thunberg about his personal carbon emissions, which should speed up the process. After all, it worked so well for Andrew Tate.
Looks to me like Dilbert (or half of him) ice skating.
Been there, done that.
Have you heard what's happening to his Seattle offices?https://www.seattletimes.co...
In my federal office in San Francisco, the building (we are anchor tenant) contracts or directly hires the janitors.
Clippy!
Ta, Gary.
Here for you, KC. Pretty much the definition of evil, that thing that pretends it is human
I see a little pony
My problem also sucks up every atom of attention in the room. I have a picture of her sitting in my parents' living room the first Christmas after my marriage. She looks absolutely miserable because no one, at that particular moment, is paying attention to her. She's a sad sack in a sea of beautiful people, beautifully dressed, in a beautiful home. I learned early on that when going to dinner with her and her husband I should just start drinking and then re-decorating the house in my head. Because she will talk the entire time. There's no percentage in trying to engage with her. So I don't.
And it's difficult to say anything to my husband, because he defends her no matter what, like parents do. I just wish she'd grow up.
He doesn't think janitors actually do anything. Not only has he never cleaned a toilet in his life; he's never even seen a dirty one. Because he's always had an army of faceless maids following him around, doing their jobs so efficiently and invisibly that he doesn't actually know stuff gets dirty without people cleaning it.
He thinks toilets and kitchenettes and floors just...stay clean. Rubbish bins empty and toilet rolls fill by magic. There's some sort of reverse Star Trek replicator that takes care of dirty dishes and lunches forgotten at the back of the fridge. He has no idea what happens to a communal toilet that doesn't get daily attention.
Unfortunately he'll be shielded from the worst of it, because he'll have his own little executive suite. But the first time he encounters his own shit left on the bowl from yesterday, he is going to melt the fuck down because he'll have no idea what's happening.
He's stopped paying rent and bills, it's only a matter of time before creditors seize the servers. By then it'll be a merciful release for all of us.
Or he could try trolling Greta Thunberg about his personal carbon emissions, which should speed up the process. After all, it worked so well for Andrew Tate.
At this point I wish he would just get therapy.
Yeah if you allow filth out where the customer can see it, what secrets does the kitchen hold?
Yes. Can't discuss a problem like this with your husband. I hope yours does find a way to grow up. Mine is hopeless.
Toyota has an all-electric EV:https://www.toyota.com/bz4x/
Subaru sells one like it, also too:https://www.subaru.com/vehi...
but :https://www.reuters.com/bus...
and so:https://www.torquenews.com/...
Coders and techbros. Complaining constantly about the state of the restrooms and always waiting for someone else to do something about it.