I've noticed that I get the same amount of work done working 5 days a week as if I plan to only work 3/4 days and know I'll have some free time to enjoy life. My work is really project based so as long as it gets done no one cares.
My wife has also noticed that I'm a lot more stressed when I work 5 days a week and need pretty much the whole weekend to recover.
I don't see how this could be legal at all and how any of those terms could be applicable. My 2 year old found the remote today and he loves buttons, so naturally he pushed every button on there. I thought nothing of it but saw something pop up and then disappear, I assumed it was an error or something from the button mashing, but I guess my 2 year old agreed to rokus new TOS.
It's the acme brand plain white loaf, it's probably been about 6 months since I went in the bread isle but that bread is horrible by the time you buy it, at least at my store, and really only good for toast.
When we were buying bread we would buy something with family in the name? Which was the next cheapest one at around $4-5 for a plain white loaf.
I got a new job that came with a 25k raise last year and the only reason we can afford to eat 3 good meals a day is we started a garden where a lot of our food comes from and I started making most things from scratch, doughs, jam, oat milk, next is peanut butter.
The cheapest loaf of shitty bread at the closest store is $3. At the next closest store 40 minutes away it's $2.50. What the fuck happened to $1 store brand bread that was fine enough and not almost rock hard by the time you get it.
Cutting a piece of your baby's junk off for no other reason then everyone does it is a really weird thing that I've never been able to wrap my head around.
I'm not religious but I at least can understand if it's for religious reason, there's a point to it, even if I don't agree with/understand the point. But people seem to just do it for no reason aside from it's what people do. It's forced genital mutilation anyway you look at it.
One night a while back I ordered some food from a place about 10 minutes away after a long day with a sick baby and tipped ~30%.
While the drivers at the restaurant I got like 5 messages asking for a better tip, I didn't answer because why would I. Then my foods on the way and on the app it looked like the guy parked down the street for 10 minutes and continued to spam me with messages asking for a better tip. I didn't respond because why would I. Then the food gets here, I'm hype. I have very simple delivery notes on every order "Please don't knock or ring the bell" and always do leave it at the door. I pulled up my security camera to see this guy just going in on my doorbell (which is disconnected anyway), then he starts slamming on the door yelling variation of "come get your food". After a few minutes of that he just puts the food on the step and starts yelling a bunch of stuff out front of my house at like 9pm, including again asking for more of a tip. In this time he set off my dog who's now losing his mind and woke my sick baby. So naturally I put my dog on the leash, grabbed my crying baby and in the most redneck b horror movie fashion I could muster flung the door open and just stood there on the step with a crying baby, a 100lb dog going nuts and the defeated eyes of a father who just wanted a cheesesteak after a long day.
I said all that to support, how I didn't get to eat my food until hours later because now I had to soothe my baby back to sleep. Their response was something along the lines of
'Hi ***, sorry about that. Here's a 4.63 credit as an apology. That's 20% off your order total!'
Moral of the story is now I always keep a few quick meals in the house that cook in the toaster oven. It's cheaper and the toaster oven never woke my baby.
I got a job that doubled my income and gave me the free time to do things like start a garden, learn macrame and spend a lot more uninterrupted time with my family. It was really life changing.
If I could undo this year I might though. I had 5 family members die including my grandma who raised me, my wife and I had a devastating miscarriage, my causing got hit by a car and may not be able to walk, I was diagnosed with a heart condition and put on lifelong medication and still might need open heart surgery, my deadbeat dad got out of jail and has been harrasing my mom and sister, and the icing on the cake, last week our best cat died.
I don't even have any regular friends and wouldn't even begin to know how to make one.
I used to have a lot of friends, then I got clean.
I'm just not good at talking in that perspective. I can talk about specific topics but seem to lack the ability for small talk that making friends seems to require. In the past 6 years I thought I made a friend once, we worked together for a while and would talk a couple times a day, I was a little more advanced in my career so I would often help her with projects/teach her stuff, I even opened up a bit and let out my weird thoughts occasionally. It was good, then one day she just stopped responding.
I'm very content with having my wife and son as my best friends, but an actual friend would be nice.
It used to be various substances but now it's making sure my kid has all the happiness and love that I wish I had growing up and the smile on my wife's face when she sees how happy I've become
Ideally, in the middle of nowhere on a decent size farm with a water supply, raising my son to be a self reliant 2nd generation farmer. Hopefully another kid or two. I like growing vegetables, it makes me happy. My 1/8 of an acre doesn't give me much room to work with but I do what I can on it.
Hopefully at least, in a slight bigger house with another kid and a couple acres to work with. Doing some farmers markets and able to freelance/do side jobs to supplement my income so I have time to manage those couple acres and spend time with my family.
Most likely, still living on the same property, working the same job doing the same thing.
When my title changed from web developer to software developer I got a 60% pay increase, but my job hardly changed in reality. I still only make just enough to do doordash on the side as an extra safety net and not as a necessity to afford food.
But when anyone asks what I do for work and I tell them, they immediately assume we're absolutely loaded and I'm picking up the check everywhere we go.