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I felt the same thing watching my partner working this morning. I've been with him 10 years and I still can't explain his job beyond its title because as far as I understand he oversees people as well as works on software that's developed, deployed and managed by another company, but they don't manage software or services or develop anything but they deploy it, but that's not not his team, and it's this one specific program, but it's actually 12 integrated programs, and he's working on one that's in development but he's not a developer, but is not part of anything they're actually doing yet, and that's not his main role.

Everytime he explains it, I get more lost...

What is this job? It's obviously stressful, a lot of other companies rely on on whatever this service is, and my partner, as of this year, makes 8x my income, so it must be important.... Right!?

Right!? He's not making 8x my income pushing pencils....right!?

I teach General Education at a community centre for people who missed out on formal schooling.

My job is 3 words "I teach SOSE", and you know almost exactly what I do you can picture the main tasks and also picture my output (educated graduates)

His job did not exist 15 years ago, the concept of a job like his in software for the masses did not exist 50 years ago, a desk job to this degree of pencil pushing did not exist 100 years ago.

Sometimes I think about how my job is technically one of the oldest in the world, but never a well paid one.

Sometimes I consider a pencil pushing job for a few years, to just get my retirement fund sorted, but if I don't even understand what the job is how can I expect myself to do it?

I think it's "don't think about getting around plane carry on limits with this"

Depending on the media and its importance to me, at a minimum I just ensure the problematic creator is financially dead to me.

Often the media will be ruined by the reveal of the creators nature, I'll see subtext in it I didn't see before. So that fixes itself.

But if I enjoy the media, I'll continue to enjoy the media privately, in my own mind, from my own hard drive, in my own art. I'll keep online engagement to a minimum (don't want the creator getting any benefits from analytic trends) and I'll make sure the creator doesn't directly see a cent from me.

Basically, if I gave them money before I "cancelled" them, I'm going to get that money back in a round about way, they don't deserve it 🏴‍☠️

Exactly, so the idea that millennials the generation older than Gen Z are "too young for cassettes" is laughable.

People born in 1995, and early 1996 are millennials, and billions of cassettes existed around them as they grew up.

Wow, that was not made clear to me. Fortunately I've never needed to block anyone specifically from my profiles/content (it's the other way around, I don't want to see some other users stuff)

But good to know if I had a stalker or something, blocking them doesn't mean they are blocked from my content, it means they're blocked from contact.

I totally would have assumed blocking someone on various social media platform went both ways in terms of what's visible to each other.

Yes! Oh my God, I thought that was a uniquely Australian thing because my partner from the UK had no idea what I was on about. But there was like 2 years in highschool for me where everyone was obsessed with the fitting 3-4 songs on a minidisc.

Though it helped that you could get actual, good music in cereal box mini discs prizes. I got a Missy Higgins single and played it to death. I want to say it was Sugarcane, but the year doesn't match so it had to have been Scar or Sound of White. (it exploded in our PC disc drive, mini discs were great at doing that) I don't even remember the song.

I always heard people that I don’t know cassette tapes or vinyls or slide projectors when I was a kid.

Cassettes?

Sorry... Cassettes!?

There's someone out there who is attempting to insult millennials by saying we're too young for cassettes?

What the heck else would we be listening to music on, Brenda? We didn't have discmans, sure they existed but we had kid money, and it wasn't worth it until anti-skip came along in 1997, by which point at 10-15 we already had a cassette collection... so we had walkmans!

2 billion blank cassettes were sold in 1997, 2 billion the year before... those born in 1996 didn't get born into a world where the 2 billion cassettes sold that year magically disappeared before the kid was old enough to form memories.

Cassettes were the best, though CD-R changed the game for custom mix "tapes", I never went back to actual mix tapes after we got the tech to burn cds. Mix tapes were still going around all year levels in my first year of highschool, but it was mostly mix CDs going around when I graduated, and the rich kids were already just swapping usbs. By uni, we'd send each other mediafire links to a zip file full of mp3s.

I can still kind of imagine the sensation of sticking my pinkie finger in a cassettes to rewind when I couldn't find a pen. Though weirdly, I can't remember how I used to rewind VHS's, I can't picture that feeling. I'm guessing I probably used the rewind feature for video more often, and was find hand rewinding my music.

I think the older generations are forgetting how the passage of time works. Also, just how many of us millennials grew up poor with Gen X hand me downs 😂

My partners boss took a lot of issues with multitasking and I can't understand his logic.

I was getting fed up of my partners breakfast and lunch dishes piling up in the kitchen.

I'd come home from work to find the kitchen a disaster zone. I wouldn't even have a clean spot of bench space to put my water bottle down.

My partner would explain he didn't have long enough on his lunch break to wash the dishes, and his boss was cracking down on people doing personal chores during the work day.

I suggested if he can't clean up like he's at home, he needs to prepare food like he's in the office. Ie, make a lunch box the night before so there aren't 40 dishes on the day.

He explained that this is how he used to eat in the office, because they had a cleaner who worked while everyone was in, tidying up after them, they'd cook meals for each other and eat family style, and his boss still encourages family lunches via teams/zoom.

So his boss used to hire someone to clean while the pencil pushers were pushing pencils. Now there is no one who's job is to clean, but his boss won't let anyone clean up after themselves, but still expects them to generate mess for team building.

I told my partner he can either get a lunch box, or he can tell his boss "I'm doing the dishes during the work day, if you'd prefer I don't, I won't, but I'll need a raise because divorce is expensive"

If it was any other boss, I'd tell my partner to suck it up and eat faster so he can wash up on his break, but it's the fact the boss is still working in the office with the cleaner, so he's got someone cleaning up as he works, but he won't allow his staff to also work in a safe and clean environment.

My mum and I had a shared period calendar when I was a young teen and still getting used to tracking my cycle, she hung the calendar and pen in the bathroom to model how I could track my cycle in a diary as I got older.

We invented a key/symbol system so the calendar wasn't intrusive for my brother and father to see, and one of the symbols we used for the luteal phase was a sort of hourglass ⏳, it was originally my mums poor doodle/sketch of a panty liner to indicate "you might spot a bit this week" but it looked like an hourglass so I joked that symbol meant I'm "just waiting for the storm to arrive".

It was the perfect symbol for me, because when people ask about the tattoo, and I don't want to go into the real reason I say "it's a visual reminder" and if they ask more I can say "it's an hourglass, because there's only a little time LEFT, it's on my left hand - I get my lefts and rights mixed up. Plus it reminds me to put my watch back on after I get dressed, so it helps remind me of a lot of different things"

Yuuuup, I ended up getting a tattoo on my wrist that is essentially a personal period joke.

At one stage it was crucial for my survival, it was a kind of grounding token to snap me out of hormonal suicidal insanity when my PMS was at its worst. Something I'd see that would bluntly remind me "it's not you, it's your hormones, you don't actually want this"

When I say the urge came and went zero to sixty back to zero in 30 seconds flat, sometimes that was an understatement. I really struggled because in addition to suicidal ideation during PMS, I had undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, which often gets worse with PMS thanks to the way oestrogen and progesterone play off each other.

Guess who's got major impulsively issues. Guess what two symptoms really shouldn't be combined.

I have zero desire to kill myself.

But my hormones seemed desperate to try and make me do it every month, especially as a teen.

It didn't help that I had endometriosis and at 17 developed a uterine prolapse, on top of a rectal prolapse I'd had since I was 12. I was in agony when I was on my period, so sometimes the desire to make the pain stop overlapped with the suicidal ideation. That sucked. Hard to reason your way out of physical pain.

I've had a hysterectomy (from 17-24 my uterus just kept trying to make its own escape anyway despite attempts to sew it in place) and no longer suffer menstrual dysphoria because it turns out that was gender dysphoria not true PMDD. But I still get suicidal ideation as part of PMS, fortunately my ADHD is much better managed so now my tattoo is less a suicide detterant and just a reminder that I still have ovaries (sometimes I genuinely forget, and it takes me a few days to work out why I'm bloated and irritable and why I'm anxious about my sore boobs)

In Australia Google maps has issues with routing cyclists on 80km busy truck transit roads that have no bike lanes, footpaths or shoulders. You'll regularly get stuck behind lost uber eats cyclists whose map took them through a motor vehicle only underpass.

The other day google maps decided to reroute me from a quiet, wide street with no bike lane that was otherwise perfectly safe, and tried to send me through a nightsoil alley, down a heritage stock run that was paved with cobblestones and crossed over a storm drain 4 times in a zig zag.

Yeah, "safer" because there's no cars I guess, but not suitable for bikes at all.

I have galactorrhea, pumping rooms aren't a natural maternal family matter, for me, it's a medical procedure.

Privacy is a lactating person's choice, and right. public feeding is a choice that I agree needs to be destigmatised. Personally I'm not comfortable with public pumping, because I see my breast milk as medical not nutritional, so I choose privacy for myself.

It's also difficult, it's stressful, it's uncomfortable. Having comfort, focus, peace and quiet, it's important.

I don't even have a uterus, so getting my leaky chest out in public is even further from being socially acceptable. I've lost count of how many times I've had mastitis because I have not been able to expell in a timely manner. Partly that was because I was embarrassed by my condition and didn't stand up for myself and my need for access to a pumping room at work, and part of it was because my employers didn't understand my need for a private room, they pointed out that it's never been a problem for mothers in our office to whip a tit out when baby was hungry, and/or that my need was different because the reason I I had breast milk at all was different.

No one gets to expect me to be comfortable with nudity. My breast milk, my choice if I have privacy or not.

I used to do it in the bathroom because I didn't have anywhere else, but that was a gamble, do I let myself get an infection because I'm letting my ducts clog, or do I risk an infection by pumping milk in the toilets.