Yesterday I was buying groceries and, having been a grocery store cashier before, I faced the UPCs towards him to make it easier. He picked up each item individually and checked every other surface before finding the UPC on every single time.
I wanted to grab him and shake him by the shoulders yelling “This was supposed to be easy for you!”
My job just sent out an email saying to use the “corporate version” of chatGPT for work. I was stunned that feeding our incredibly sensitive documents to an LLM wasn’t a fireable offense.
Saw your comment and thought “Surely there aren’t many people who think this is real.” Then I scrolled down.
Unless you are wearing a hi vis vest, I hear. Then they let you walk right on by.
Tbh I don’t really need the full blizzard anyway, most of my enjoyment comes from the first several bites then the rest I finish out of inertia. I’d rather have half the size twice as often, from a calorie-counting perspective.
Also you could just buy a bigger size with your gas savings if you really needed it.
If you are concerned, you could start by inviting him and his friends to something first.
People said good shit about cyberpunk 2077 at release.
And after a lot of work it’s one of my favorite games.
I’m not going to pre-order anything, but I’ll stay cautiously optimistic.
This game made me so angry after loving DL1. I can’t even remember specifically why, hopefully it was the stamina and now it’s fixed. I’ll never know because it’s dead to me.
I did not expect to finish that whole thing when I started it. Gold.
For me the first stop is graphics is always seeing if they offer the ability to turn TAA off.
Then our debt will be relatively meaningless and easy to pay off.
Not that we would.
Dude, same happened to me. One guy threw the box of food he asked me to give him in a bush because he didn’t like Italian. Another told me to go to an atm for him. The last time I gave someone money they had me absolutely convinced that they needed $10 for the bus ride home. Before I even put my wallet away he was saying the same thing to the next guy.
Decided to stop that and donate to charity instead, even though money was tight. After my $20 donation they flooded my mailbox asking for more donations. They even sent me $5 with the message “This $5 could save a life!” So sick of being made into a fool for wanting to help.
If I were convinced a person truly needed help I could provide, I would straight up be willing to give them at least $1000. I simply don’t trust the pleas any more. Have to keep it limited to chance encounters with everyday people.
Beat me to it.
There’s a soda machine in seattle on the sidewalk of some random street not near any store, that someone stocks with random cans of whatever. Stuff I would have bet money doesn’t exist, sometimes. Never heard anyone mention it, but when I brought it up they were like “oh yeah that haunted vending machine.”
I think that’s one of the things that bothered me most. My manager was standing right there about 30 feet away, but the customers were directing all of their anger at me, by choice. One would think a rational person would understand where to direct that anger, but I’m increasingly convinced every year that rational people don’t exist.
I remember checking groceries at frankly unprecedented speed while being a polite as possible, but one guy started yelling names at me from five or so people back. I decided to ignore him and continue serving my current customer with a smile and he yelled “Stop smiling!”. This was so shocking to me that I looked at the other customers in line to share a “Can you believe this guy?” moment to find them all nodding along in angry agreement.
I didn’t even need that job. I’m so angry at my naive younger self for not quitting on the spot and making sure all of them knew exactly why.
if they didn’t have self checkout, they’d need more checkout people
They would certainly need more checkout people, but speaking from grocery cashier experience they wouldn’t necessarily have them. I remember my manager’s indifference as I was the only one to show up on Thanksgiving and there were literally 30 people in my line.
The pain is real. It’s almost impressive when someone takes the effort to bag in an inconvenient order just to get the bread on the bottom.