Shit that gets you mad V. I'm getting mad just typing this - General

Not in the South. I shoved my dad away from me once because he got in my face and told me he was going to bust my teeth in. My mom threatened to call the cops, and I encouraged her to do so because my dad was still continuing to threaten me even afterwards, but when they showed up they were even worse than he was. It was genuinely one of the most terrifying things that's ever happened to me. I was told in no uncertain terms that it didn't matter what my dad did, even if he had attacked me, I had "no right" to put my hands on him. I was a pussy delinquent piece of shit that they wanted to beat the shit out of. They wanted to drag me to prison and watch me get beaten bloody and raped by convicts. They refused to put his threats on the police report explicitly so he could hold it over my head in case I got any bright ideas again. It was so fucked up my parents and especially my dad walked back on the whole incident pretty hard. From talking to other people I found out that this is not an abnormal experience. The cops are not your friends when it comes to bullshit redneck "family values".

Here's a thought I have been having for a while: The police are supposed to protect people and enforce the law, but then you get the kind of corrupt pieces of shit cops that won't do anything about people like your dad. If not even the police are going to be of any help and won't resolve the problem (or are actively part of the problem), what the fuck else are you supposed to do at that point?

Move out and cut off all contact! That's what I did at least. I turned to friends to get out earlier. If you can, ditch toxic and abusive people ASAP from your life, even if they're family. You might feel guilty because you're used to focusing on their happiness most of your life, but you gotta keep reminding yourself that you can only ensure your own happiness and you're not responsible for anyone else's.

I've a friend who has very bad relations with her father. She just moved away to another country, and occasionally invited family members to her place. Not her dad though. That's one way of doing it.

Attitudes like "game industry is super tough and if you are not ready to put in extreme dedication just go elsewhere" are still MASSIVELY pervasive within the (more senior side of) developer circle and this is why crunch culture is not going to go away. Passionate yet condescending elitist figures setting themselves and their peers up for publishers to exploit the heck out of them. God damn I HATE these people so much but somehow people keep supporting them for "preaching the sweat and blood of game makers". Things don't have to be this way, constantly scaring both freshmen and veterans alike off the scene due to fatigue and insecurity. Man, those fucking pride needs to cease.

I've heard it's the same way in the medical field, and I've experienced isolated cases here in engineering. People get stupidly prideful about having done things "the hard way" and want to gatekeep to protect their egos, and you're right it directly harms the field by lowering the adoption of better/easier practices and turns people away who could share the workload. A lot of it is also probably the fact that a lot of these people are falling behind the times and things that they've done the same way for 20 years are being done in a tenth of the time or effort by a fresh hire with knowledge of the right tools or by people working together. They could learn these tools and get up to speed but it's much easier on their ego to be hostile to any improvements in the workflow.

The fact that this sort of exploitation is so prevalent in the AAA gaming industry makes me not want to partake in it. It's so fucking frustrating how people try to justify it, especially if they claim to be pro-developer and take the side of game companies that screw over consumers with scummy tactics.

Individually wrapped potatoes

I genuinely CAN NOT go by at least one week without some fucked up bullshit. Not only is dating fucking useless at this point if every site wants your god damn wallet just to see a message and all the other sites are full of abandoned ass profiles. Now I have to deal with my dog practically slowly fucking dying.

So there's a teachers protest going on in Poland right now. I'm in the final class of high school, the graduation was supposed to be on Friday. Today we were informed that we basically failed all subjects since the teachers didn't grade us. That means no one can graduate, and without graduating we can't take the final exams, and without that we can't go to university. However all of that is only theoretical, since it will be just postponed, and the government is working on a law that will allow us to graduate despite all this mess. This whole strike thing is a fucking shitshow. They claim that they make less than minimum wage (which is bullshit in my opinion), and want raises to their pays (which they were already offered but they declined, deeming it too low). Now don't get me wrong, I think that some teachers absolutely deserve better wages, but i can count them on one hand. Most of them claim to be "overworked" while working 18 hour weeks and teaching at maximum 4 different classes (which is not a lot, believe me). Most of them are ignorant and hostile towards us. And they demand more money from the government while holding us hostage. So what does the government do? They give out money for owning pigs and cows. So yeah, that annoyed me. You want to know what really angered me? Our class tutor, who we really respect and admire, giving us the middle finger after 4 fucking years of attending this shitty school. Even after he stuck his head out for us so many times, he didn't even bother to inform us about the situation, and when we told him directly that the teachers are basically holding us hostage and threatening our future he said "Yeah, so what?". It's really sad seeing how he's in this only for the money, because he is a really great guy.

I just witness a car accident with my dashcam, and I fucking hate when people tell me about all the drama in their life and why I should not give the victim proof of the accident Like fuck off you caused an accident cause I saw you on your phone

For a few months or so I've been trying to get my headset's microphone to work, but no matter what I do it just doesn't want to connect. When I try to record something in audacity, it connects to the microphone built into my laptop, but it apparently doesn't recognize the built-in microphone on my headset when I plug my headset into the jack. Despite this, I can hear audio come through my headset when it's plugged in, but the microphone doesn't connect at all, unless I plug it into the second jack next to the first. But even when it's plugged into the second jack, I can't hear audio through either my speakers OR my headset, but I can tell that it's recording audio through the laptop's microphone, even if the headset microphone is now being recognized as plugged in. Now he's the fun part: when I actually tap on the headset microphone, it actually displays that it's recording audio, but NOT when I'm actually speaking into it. I'm never trusting Turtle Beach ever again, what a fucking shitshow. This is making my blood boil.

Ghosters. Motherfucking ghosters. I am so sick of sitting in silence or being flat out ignored, just tell me you're not interested or wtf ever instead of wasting my time fucking up my trust issues and anxiety.

TBH While they might be working 18 hours a week at schools municipalities they have to take a lot of work home.

A few months ago, my local town council said that they were working on plans to build apartments for young people. Considering the state of the housing market, I was cautiously optimistic and keeping an eye out. Last night, they laid the plan out and it is fucking insulting. These are 7 by 5 meters so pretty much ONLY an option if you're living solo. Wouldn't normally be worth noting, except these fuckers will cost 100k. 100k for a glorified broom closet. In a big city, I'd almost expect this kind of pricing but these will be built in a town of 20.000 people. They had a local bank rep explain that you can get a 130k mortgage if you make 28.5k a year and bring in 3.5k of your own money. Which means that in order to get a mortgage for these shoeboxes, you need to make 1.5 times minimum wage. And just to put the cherry on it, they said that they'd taken young people's input into account when drawing up these plans, which is either a bold-faced lie or a sign that they asked people who didn't know thing 1 about this. My local council is run by fucking monkeys. Instead of presenting something that would help with the abysmal state of the housing market for young people, they're just adding more evidence for it.

Actually, add the entire fucking housing market to that. Went and looked for some places to rent and it's fucking extortionate. Bear in mind, still looking in the small town. Old pharmacy near the town center is currently being renovated into 3 apartments. One of them is already up for rent. 65 square meters and one bedroom for 925 euros a month. That does not include 125 a month for utilities (gas, power, water, internet and building cleaning) so that's 1050. It also mentions in the fine print, the fucking cuntgarglers, that renting a parking space behind the building is *mandatory* and costs another 100 a month so that's 1150. Fuck this housing market. I'm just gonna mentally prepare for living with my parents until I'm either 40 or the housing market collapses, whichever happens first.

Had to go to a neighbor's house with my mom to check on their cats, the owners are away because someone in their family fell very ill. One of the cats was pregnant and birthed. The first kitten was DOA, another died shortly after birth, and the last one I'm not sure if it even qualified as a kitten. It was a bloody, legless... Thing which I assume was long dead by the time it was birthed. I'm having a hard time trying to get the putrid smell out of my head. If you get a cat, don't get a "pure-breed". I can only imagine how many of them die at birth or how many of these monstrosities have to turn up just so you can have an ugly-ass, "cute" flat-faced cat.

I want to feel.

I can understand why some things are controversial but some things should just be open and shut like "This dude just literally did illegal shit that directly hurt people" Yet it seems like no matter what it is there is always a fucking 100 page long thread of debate about whatever the fuck like

He's in this for the money? HE'S IN THIS FOR TGE MONEY?!? Fuck no he's not! Are you crazy? The money is so awful in the teaching industry, you think anyone working "for the money" would stay in a job where they have to protest to even get a decent raise? Of course they wouldn't! They fucking leave. Teaching isn't just showing up to class and teaching a class then coming home! You have to grade everyone's exams and assignment, make exams and assignments, prepare lessons. You telling me you never once heard a teacher saying they were at home at night grading assignments so people would get it in time? Every fucking time government employees protest people bitch that they should think of other people and come back to work. FUCK THAT! It's a pain in the ass for you right now, but guess what else is a pain: not being able to properly support your family! Because by the way, don't forget that when you work for the government, you are ENTIRELY the hostage in any talks for a raise. What? You think the teachers, aides at the government, and postal workers don't realise that the entire social system works on the idea that they work? And that if the government tells them to eat shit, trying to stand up and get a better situation will fuck a bunch of people over? OF COURSE THEY KNOW, AND THEY KNOW THAT TRYING ANYTHING WILL PUT EVERYONE AGAINST THEM, EVEN IF THEY'RE RIGHT! So what do you want to happen? They don't get their raise? They give up? Sure. Now everyone worth a damn, all your helpful, or just good teachers are gonna move somewhere else, where their pay matches their work. Congratulations, now your country doesn't have enough teachers, and the remaining ones aren't good. Have fun in higher education!

When you happen to badly want a lyricless song you hear in a youtube video, and the uploader lists all the music he used in the credits except the one you wanted. Then you use Shazam and that fails you. Not enraging at all.

When you get a break from school after classes ramped up super hard and had us working non-stop to get shit done and your teachers say "Because you have a break I'm giving you EXTRA homework..." We have a break to get away from school being so hectic so why are you giving me more stuff to do?

I'm getting sick of shit like people who get angry over the fact that I don't like pineapple on pizza. Why the fuck is this still an argument? I'll eat whatever I want. Don't just buy food out of nowhere and then just expect me to eat something I never asked for. Same with movies. If I'm not interested in the big movie that everyone and their mother watched, I'm not interested.

There's a reason I can only imagine myself teaching at university-level. Young kids can be absolutely vile and I don't want to deal with those parents that think their kids are angels when I try to the reprimand the little shit.

When you put on socks and the seams are placed wrong so you have to re-adjust it or put it on again

This is less bad than it sounds, but it's really surprising how fucking hostile some people get in the engineering field and the stupid hills they choose to die on. I had a guy verbally attack me yesterday for a "flaw" in an application I wrote. Basically, he didn't understand JSON, which is a common interprocess communication standard, so I tried to be nice at first and just explain it. I explained the discrepancy, linked him to a short reference to the specification, and even agreed to update my documentation to make it more clear. I receive a reply, and he's angry because allegedly I made excuses for the problem he found rather than fixing it and I was trying to talk down to him in front of our peers. So basically he's just mad because he tried to do the same to me and was wrong. I only replied to the conversation he verbally berated me in which already included several of our peers. Additionally, this guy is in no position of authority over me. He's not in management and we're not even on the same team, and he was hired with this project a year ago so I'm actually his senior. I was just helping him integrate his team's software with my team's software, there's no justification for him talking down to me. Anyway, nasty as this was, I forwarded the entire conversation to my HR representative, who got back to me very quickly and told me they'd handle it and not to reply. About twenty minutes later, I received an unprompted reply to the e-mail chain from the angry guy berating me again for ignoring his e-mail and accusing me of being unprofessional and that he wouldn't want to work with me if I reacted "this poorly" to being told I'd made a mistake. I forwarded that to HR too. So anyway I just get back to work on the other thing I needed to get done yesterday when I suddenly receive an IM from angry guy who's all pissed off because he was just contacted by HR. I literally even tell him, "I was instructed by HR not to speak with you further, but I want to warn you that IMs can be reported too. Please go take a breather and we can talk this out later. I will be more than willing to listen when you've calmed down, so please don't say anything out of anger that might get you in trouble." He lays into me anyway. Like, what? I contact HR again and let them know what's going on, copying the entire conversation which is full of more insults and assumptions about my character. Even though I wasn't happy with how I was being treated, I still explicitly asked HR to go easy on him because I thought he could have been having a bad day and didn't want to see him screw up his career over a dumb argument. I was thanked for my input and my concern and that they would handle the situation with delicacy so not to worry. I hear later from someone else on his team that angry guy quit his job on the spot, out of nowhere. Started yelling and ranting about how he was being harassed and that he's worth double what he's being paid here so he shouldn't have to tolerate this maltreatment and how the company is losing its best engineers. He did this while packing up his desk as security stood by, and then they escorted him out of the building and off campus. Apparently this wasn't entirely out of character for the guy, though he'd never been that explosive about it. Everyone else just put up with it and didn't stick up for themselves, so I guess I was the first person to actually push back. I genuinely wasn't that upset by the way he was treating me, it's just that he wasn't acting rationally and it's not my job to put up with that. This guy probably just ruined his whole career by doing this, too. He's going to have to explain why he just bounced from a company that's incredibly well-known for employee satisfaction and how unbelievably rare it is for an employee to just *quit*. This kind of weird reaction isn't uncommon, either. Like, sure, I sometimes get discouraged when I'm wrong or not knowledgeable about something, and maaaaybe a little miffed if I feel I'm being nitpicked (ie: a defect for my code because i double-space after periods in comments...). But I've seen people lose their shit over arguments like this because they think they know soooo much better that you even questioning them is a grievous affront to their authority that must be rectified. Like, I had a group partner in uni who I'll call M who took being wrong extremely personally. He was a computer scientist while the rest of us were electrical engineers. For some reason, M was overly concerned with the electrical aspects of our project and kept getting pissed off at us for not trusting his extremely limited understanding of how electricity works. The most egregious example was the dozens of hours we spent debating him on quantum theory. Basically, there's theoretically no constraint on where an electron can be. You always see like... the balls orbiting the other balls in the pop-sci depictions of an atom but in reality things are much more fuzzy. The gist of it is "electrons are almost certainly somewhere close to where we expect them to be, but there's an extremely small chance that it could be somewhere else and it's lower the further away it gets." So what M took this to mean is that there is no conceivable way to keep the electrons in our wires or in the traces on our circuit board. "They will just leave." The fact that there was an infinitesimal chance of this happening for even one electron and we'd probably need trillions of trillions of them to do it at once to produce any observable change in our electronics did not dissuade him. M refused to admit that he was wrong on this even when the department head of electrical engineering, who was supervising our project, laughed in his face and told him he didn't know what he was talking about. M had gone to report the rest of us for "not taking a major concern seriously" and came away with the impression that the professor was a "fucking idiot who didn't understand what he was talking about." He harbored this grudge for the entirety of both semesters and often came back at us with "Oh, what, is it quantum theory?" when we didn't do what he said. M also went behind our backs and spent our entire $2000 university-allotted project budget on absurdly expensive electronics parts that were woefully incompatible with each other because "we'd shown that we couldn't be trusted around electronics" and then constantly insisted that we just weren't trying hard enough to make them work or actively trying to disparage him for having initiative and rightfully excluding us. Then later he actually smashed apart about $400 of our hardware to prove a point: he was concerned what would happen if the propeller on our drone spun too quickly and demanded that we reinforce the structure which was made of 3D-printed plastic. Since he had spent our budget we couldn't afford to make it out of anything stronger but still light enough, but we ran tests and found the structure would hold if we kept the RPMs under a certain limit. Still not good enough for M because "what if the program fails and it goes higher than the limit???" constantly insisting that we should fork money out of our own pockets (excluding him, of course, funny how that works) to buy a custom-made titanium frame instead. This was another point of contention for months, and we continued with the plastic frame for obvious reasons and M eventually shut up about it. During our first extremely-successful hover test, which involved us dialing in the propeller signal with a piece of lab equipment, M suddenly crosses the room, practically shoves one of our other group members away, and red-lines the fuck out of the input signal. As expected, the propeller went nuts, ripped itself loose of its housing, tore apart the frame of the drone and smashed up the electronics, then went flying and very nearly hit me in the face literally bouncing off of my glasses. Unbelievably, the person who was the maddest was fucking M! I'm standing there like "what the fuck just happened?" and he comes over and bows up on me and screams in my face "I TOLD YOU SO! I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I TOLD YOU SO A MILLION FUCKING TIMES! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU ARE OFF THIS TEAM! FUCK YOU!" while shoving me repeatedly. Another group member broke it up and I just left the room convinced that like... either we were going to get a free pass because of this asshole or we were going to fail. Thankfully, this story has about the most fucking poetic ending ever, so bear with me. Our professor encouraged us to salvage what we could and to write about what had happened in our partner reviews at the end of the project. One of the things we decided to try to salvage was the application that M had created that would define the flight path for our drone. This was, by the way, one of the major reasons why we kept him on is because this application was amazing and he threatened to take it with him if he left. Well, we start questioning him about features and what we can add and he starts getting more and more uncomfortable and stand-offish until he finally lets something slip. I can't remember exactly what it was but like... it led us to the fact that he had paid someone to write the application for him. He had, in his own words, "outsourced it" which he argued was a legitimate practice in the business world and there was literally nothing wrong with doing it here unless "we made it a problem". Well, we made it a problem. We immediately decided not to risk it and turned ourselves in collectively, sans M who still insisted that he didn't do anything wrong. We were commended for our honesty and got to watch M argue it out with the department head who sat there very calmly reading the word-for-word definition our university has for academic dishonesty. M was fucking furious and it was hilarious watching the two of them go around in circles and watching the emotion well up in his face as it just became clearer and clearer that he wasn't going to weasel his way out of getting expelled. M had insisted that the other three of us stay in the department head's to witness all of this, too, so we had front-row seats to his breakdown. I think my favorite part was this exchange near the end: DH: "Did you write this program? Yes or no?" M:: "I provided it, yes." DH: "But did you write it yourself?" M: "I already answered you. I provided it." DH: "You did not answer me. It's a very simple question, M: Did you... or did you not... put code to screen with your own fingers to write this application." M: "As far as you need to be concerned, I did." DH: "M, I am paid to sit here and be very deeply concerned. If you did not write this application, it's not your work." M: "It's my work if I paid for it. I own it." DH: "It's your application, but it's not your work." M: "I'm providing an application, that's all I was asked to do." DH: "That is not all you were asked to do, all work done is to be your own as in done by you." M: "It wasn't made clear that I couldn't outsource it." DH: "It was made clear. It was made clear in the academic dishonesty contract you signed when you were admitted to this university." M: "So? I found a loophole." DH: "No, you did exactly what a very clearly-written rule told you not to do. That's not a loophole. You just broke the rule entirely." M: "..." DH: "Are you starting to get it?" M: "I think I might want to get a lawyer." DH: *cuts up laughing* "Jesus Christ... tell you what, I'll call up Dr. [so-and-so] to come represent you, he's the department head of the college of law. He's practiced for over 30 years, I'll call it in as a personal favor. No one better to represent you." M: ".......I think I should get my own lawyer." DH: *still laughing* "Alright go get a lawyer then." Then M walked out (I swear almost in tears) and I never saw him again, but he was 125% expelled for academic dishonesty and the rest of us were allowed to pass despite having literally nothing to turn in out of sheer pity for having to put up with this guy for a full year. We told-all in our group member review turn-ins, too, just for good measure. Even though they were supposed to be private we talked about ours extensively. We were all just so fucking relieved that we had passed after that year-long ordeal that we just had a good laugh about it. This post went places. I love telling and retelling this story so writing this out again genuinely made me feel better about what happened yesterday.

When you look at the Dying Light workshop on Steam and get a major ending spoiler for Avengers: Endgame

Alright so late March I picked up a job where I was working inside a shopping mall. All propects seemed promising, it was a store that was opening recently I even had the opportunity to work at least 8 days before the store was set to have a grand opening (I even helped set up it's displays!) My first 2 weeks were the worst of my time here since I had put in a full 78 hours and made a hefty paycheck. The manager that interviewed me offered 25-30 hours weekly to me and I jumped on the opportunity. Now is around the time things should have stabilized schedule wise I was always scheduled for the weekends starting with Friday and I would put in 10 hours each day apart from Sunday (open for 8 hours only). But today as I am writing this to you I have been rescheduled to work only Friday and Saturday, for 8 hours each day with Sunday taking me MORE time off. I only now work as far as I'm aware 16 total hours this week. I was wondering why the cash register that we sign in with failed to recognize my employee ID to clock in for my usual 10 hour shift, it turns out I don't come in at 12 at noon but rather 4 at noon. Now I'm wondering around the shopping mall with literally nothing to do and making no money while I'm at it typing on this phone. I'm really upset about this, usually I'm not given a horrendously shifted schedule like this unless I'm on a chopping block for termination / being fired. Why don't you fucking assholes in management tell us when something isn't working out for you instead of dropping my hours off so much, is it really like stepping into a legal minefield so much that you need to basically strip back my ability to even live to get a message across safely!?

That reminds me, I should avoid forums like the plague until I see the movie. Hopefully the mods here are quick to delete posts.

Adding on to this, saying some fucked up shit and trying to pass it on as a "haha funny joke!" is not acceptable and should be grounds for punishment