I have a 7-hour work day and a 5-day work week. I make less than I did at my previous (8.5-hour/5-day) job, but I’m much, much happier. Highly recommend working less if you can swing it.

I do agree that coordination is a PITA. But, 7 hours is doable and it’s not like I’d be actually productive for an extra hour a day. My brain goes to mush.

Some of my coworkers work longer days and take every a day off every other week. As long as they work 70 hours a biweek they’re good.

It’s a public servants thing–the public wants to know what they’re paying for, so public servant salary records are public.

Various websites compile this information from the various state and federal sources. It’s wicked easy to find information on, say, every public servant with the title “librarian” in Fake County, Kentucky.

Knowing their full name, you can look up their home ownership records in the county real estate or tax databases and ta-da, you know where they live. You also know if they work part-time at a different public library, so that’s convenient for stalking purposes.

Edit: not that I think it’s a good thing. It’s creepy as all get out. If we have to post salaries, I’d much rather they be anonymized like on Glassdoor.

Edit2: and these lists do get used for political ickiness. There’s an anti-union group that mails out helpful tips on how to save money–leave your union. They even provide a “I want to leave” postcard addressed to your union leadership for you to sign, pre-filled-in with your info.

I’m a librarian. I also work with members of the public, some of whom do not share my understanding of reality. My information is still public because I’m a government employee.

My mom would always fuss that I’d drip water on the floor after a shower. After one such fussing, my dad took the time to actually give me advice on how to towel off properly, so as not to drip. (LPT: start from the top, work your way down)

Anyways, he was the more patient parent and would try and help you succeed.

Like “you sweet, summer child” except less obviously condescending?

Same. Feeling pretty good about using Anubis instead of Cloudflare for our dinky systems.

I wonder if I can get Facebook to give me some of that sweet, sweet cash for the inconvenience of telling them to bugger off…

That’s hardly anything. Facebook has a bot accessing my server’s robots.txt multiple times a second. (My robots.txt used to say “Facebook bot go away” but now I just respond 404 to any requests from the Facebook bot. Pretend I said that all technical and stuff, it’s 2 am and I ought to go to sleep.)

I took a whole class on this in library school–“records management”–and it was kind of fun watching the more archives-focused students wrap their head around getting rid of data/records as soon as legally allowed.

Fried okra good. Okra in soup makes everything snotty and gross and then my mom made me eat it anyway and I just can’t. /childhood texture trauma

I’ve nibbled on my dog’s cricket flour treats. Tasted like any other dog treat. She adored them, though.

I’ll use my arrrrchival background to find a copy

Mini rant: I went to an anime convention (ConnectiCon) and was wicked excited to see that Pirates of Dark Water had a time slot. I’d finally get to see the full run!

Then someone had the bright idea to play it in a different time slot to cover something that fell through and so it wasn’t played in the schedule time slot (due to rights issues or something?). I’m still annoyed.

I should probably just find an alternate way to watch it, it’s been over a decade since that convention.

My dog used to stand over me making vomit noises until I woke up and fed her.

At first it was because she had an upset stomach when it had been too long since she’d eaten (like first thing in the morning). Then we swapped her to a better dog food, but by then she’d learned we’d feed her if she made those noises. We never tried to train get out of it because we appreciated that she was communicating her needs.

Super Mario World

We and us-- “let’s go do blah, we ought to blah”

Give Hey Japan a look. I’m a noob, but it seems friendly.

Probably not (I don’t think she’s remarried yet), but maybe my aunt is. My aunt and my mom hate each other because they’re almost the same person.

Anyways, I’m sorry your stepmom sucks. I hope you’re able to get away from that unhealthy relationship.

I’d say it depends on how much the license costs vs how the service costs.

The analogy that comes to mind is old cemeteries (YMMV, this is from a New England perspective). People buy a grave and expect to occupy it forever. This is a problem for cemeteries because a cemetery will eventually run out of graves to sell. The sales of graves goes towards the upkeep of the cemetery. Once there’s no more space, there’s no more sales, and there’s no more income for upkeep.

Some cemeteries get around this by reusing graves. You rent a grave for, say, 20 years and after 20 years of occupancy your next of kin is asked if they’d like to renew your subscription.

Other places charge a much higher upfront fee and invest it, using the interest to pay for ongoing maintenance.

Other places just abandon the cemetery and let it grow over with weeds.

Thanks. The scars are still there, but things are getting better.

The best thing to come out of my dad’s death was me becoming closer to his sisters. They’re mostly lovely. Like, they have blind spots, but they’re minor and sometimes adorable. (Example: one of them kept talking about her daughter and her daughter’s roommate. After a couple months of this, I asked directly “are they dating?” Yes, yes they were. They’re now married. My aunt was just awkward about saying her daughter was dating a woman because she lived through times when that could have been a fight, and I think it was habit.)