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Went to my local college town coffee shop and noticed one of their bathroom sinks was running continuously. I used my dad knowledge to figure out it was the hot side stem leaking and shut the hot water supply valve off, so the sink works now they just don't have hot water. I explained the problem to all the teenage baristas and felt very competent and smart.

Sorry just wanted to toot my own horn.

I attended a career fair 2 weeks ago. A list of companies that were attending the fair had been published before the event, and there was one I was extremely interested in. It’s a Water/Wastewater Treatment company. I have been working on a research project on water treatment for the past 1.5 years, I have well regarded engineering degree (although not in Civil/Env); I felt really qualified to work for this company. i had a tailor made resume just for this one company.

I enter this career fair and it’s packed with people and booths. I’m looking for this company’s booth. not paying much attention, as I’m walking ahead I hear someone from behind one booth say something I think was rude about me. I keep walking thinking not much of it. As I fail to find this company I turn back, and sure enough it’s the same booth I had thought said something about me. It’s relatively empty.

Whatever, I power through and do my best to charm them. They seem to be very polite, at least on the surface. There’s no doubt that in terms of passion and ability, I’m a good fit for them. As I finish my conversation with them, and I as I leave the booth, I sweat I hear something racist said about me.

I’m like, whatever, ‘figures’, I keep talking to other companies. Then I get a call from them about a pre interview. I take the pre-interview with HR, and give them zero reason to not be interested in me. They tell me they’re going to call me for an formal interview.

A week goes by, and I email them. Nothing. I call them the very ‘nice’ lady who I swear said something racist about me, she says ‘oh, we’re going over qualified candidates, you being one of them, and will call you soon when we’ve finalized everything’

I get a call 3 minutes later from the HR lady asking me for an interview. Yesterday, the day before the interview, she emailed me to confirm my attendance.

I have recieved a single paycheck in over 1.5 years. I’m absolutely qualified for this job, but I’ve gone through this song and dance so many times in the past 1.5 years.

Am I getting self sabotaging myself? Like, they’ve decided to interview me, they’ve been polite to my face, have engaged in conversation with me, acknowledged I’m very much qualified, but I’m just getting bad vibes (tbh, as I usually tend to get). Am I wrong?

Should I actually try or should I just whip my dick out on a hunch that they’re assholes?

Who could've known

Edit: corrected link to what I meant to post

https://fxtwitter.com/NeonTetraploid/status/1849265016262074811

https://fxtwitter.com/ArsonAtDennys/status/1849281261451284692

https://www.wikipedia.com/en/articles/God_Emperor_Trump

Context: Wion is a Indian English news channel under the Zee/Essel Media, basically Modi's crony buddy journalists. It is filled with generic Islamophobia and pro-nationalist garbage that appeals to the "moderate" right-wing for both India and America.

In one of the video by Dhruv Rathee, a leftist-turned social-democrat-populist about the extremely toxic work culture in India, I came across this gold-mine.

Dude basically said that he works for Wion, a part of Zee media, and the work culture is shite, but with their official account, lmao.

Link to comment. Someone's getting fired, lmao.

The new uMkhonto weSizwe or MK party of south africa claims ties to socialism, but is a FALSE CONSCIOUS PARTY! It has far right social views and is being used by many right wingers to cannibalize the EFF and to hurt its prestige. Sadly it succeeded in the 2024 elections by taking away the spot of 3rd largest party from Julius Malema's Economic Freedom Fighters! Although there are several suspicions of tampering by the government in order to make sure that no popular explicit pan african communist organization comes to power.

The MK party is a direct response to the EFF's TRUELY COMMUNIST political organization, and to its unwavering support for the LGBTQ community, staunch feminism, and true economic socialism. the MK party is a fraud! The party of the corrupt president Zuma!

Do not look at this rising 'socialist' power in south africa with joy, it is a false concious movement that poaches conservatives and socialists alike in order to maintain a status quo. It wants to ban gender and sexual minorities in south africa. Its foreign policy is WEAK and would probably be co-opted into pro western movements. It is trying to manipulate the Progressive Caucus alliance from within to weaken the truly revolutionary Economic Freedom Fighters!

Julius Malema is the person that South Africa needs! A true socialist! A true anti imperialist! The EFF is the party the People need! The TRUE party of Mandela, continuing his real legacy.

We can only hope that the EFF can come back from its defeat to rise once more! Or the tides of the EFF revolution will sweep the nation if need be!

Just thought it was funny/cute

He was bragging about how his sunglasses cost $400 dollars, and how he told me that once he stepped on them, so he just bought another pair.

I guess he was trying to show off that he's rich? I just thought it seemed like a waste of money personally.

Link

I kinda dig that look.

It was hilarious when dim tool got owned recently by a guy who makes videos exclusively about skateboarding and malded about it for weeks

https://talkinwhipapedia.fandom.com/wiki/Alex_Trebek_(LPC_7)

I'm pretty good at picking things up from context, so I'm gonna say a tankie is someone opposed to the deployment of tanks against a captive civilian population, the police having tanks, and tanks' worth of tear gas being used on peaceful protestors?

(please don't reply with earnest answers to my question, thx)

EDIT - some of y'all are failing to follow this last instruction smdh

Donald Trump is literally a fascist and this is what they're mad about.

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .

And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”

Maybe, just maybe, unless the lead contamination was a materially inevitable slide that wouldn't permit much of a change of outcome, maybe just maybe boomers could have persisted in sufficient numbers to change the world for the better but settled for one easier indulgence, then another, then another. Hippies to yuppies, so to speak, and then clawing the world to ribbons while time drags them toward the grave.