Hollywood teaches when female hackers get computer serious, the hair goes up. Sometimes it’s a ponytail; sometimes it’s a sloppy twist. But that’s how you know they now mean business.
I guess I’m not actually a misanthrope, as I don’t conceptually dislike people—I just seem to find pretty much every specific instance of humanity to be a hard fucking pass.
HR just conducted a 1.5-hour company-wide interactive chat about awareness of people's different and preferred communication styles, and if they really respected mine, that meeting would have been an email.
Jack’s with Jill, then he’s got a wife who won’t eat lean, then he’s growing a beanstalk, and jumping over candlesticks, and building a fucking house, and doing some weird shit with his thumb in a plum pie…