the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.
–––– – ❝ wouldn’t it be better, make you s t r o n g e r , to have your soul in more pieces, i mean, for instance, isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldn’t seven –– ? merlin’s beard, tom! seven! isn’t it bad enough to think of killing one person? and in any case…bad enough to divide the soul…but to rip it into s e v e n pieces… of course, this is all h y p o t h e t i c a l , what we’re discussing, isn’t it? all academic… yes, sir, of course.
and stop viewing feminists as man haters!
Oh, hey; so my shitty boss uses “cute” names for everyone (admittedly, regardless of gender) and when I complained to HR about it, the woman told me, “Oh, that’s his way.”
And that’s when I realized, no one in a company actually cares for the cogs in the machinery; just the machinery.