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The saga to recover my FuckedIn account continues. Now, they're not replying regarding my latest upload of ID, since the previous one they claimed it was unreadable.
I am going to spam those motherfuckers until the end of time until I have my account back. Can I not sue them for incompetence?1 -
moterfucking google stop wasting my time with your endless captcha bullshit.
You know exactly my fucking home IP, I don't have time to select your fucking bicycles, hydrants and buses.
And all you motherfuckers who use google captcha go fuck yourself because you are dumb as fuck2 -
It looks like this website attended every single course it offers and graduated with honors in "Maximalism and the Fine Art of Digital Clutter"!
https://durgasoft.com/4 -
hey, i've got an idea
let's make the package format for browsers completely different than that of backend projects
fucking brilliant!
🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡3 -
I love the Rust community but this can't seriously be part of an example as in expected usercode for Yew.15
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I dont understand how am i not fired. I literally dont know how to do shit in this legacy 30 year old junkyard code. I am literally alone working on this project on a giant codebase and have no one for help. The project is burning on fire and scrum master is talking shit for breaking deadlines and i cant do anything about it. Why dont they just fucking fire me that would be such a huge relief bro
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Hopefully, you already know that the company controlled by the alledged reptiloid subhuman and olimpic testicle juggler formerly known as Mister Zuck My Tits is not to be trusted.
But as is always the case in this bitch, I've been forced into cowjizz flooded swamps' worth of stinking shit platforms for the sake of avoiding isolation.
And so, I've just found yet another way in which Facebook **THUNDERSTRIKE** ... the company, not the geriatric ward, is one of the CROWN ACHIEVEMENTS of human civilization.
Let me tell you something: some people are fucking broke. Hell, some people sleep on the streets, live on scraps, and willingly engage in acts of public defecation when provoked. But I'm not even talking about them no, just plain *broke*.
And so imagine being that guy who doesn't really use his phone much, except maybe for sharing cat pictures with mom because that's what being an absolute chad is all about. You don't get a new phone, because money is a __little__ bit tight. But THEN...
The dreaded CAPITAL strikes, and requests of you to bend and fall onto your knees so as to provide intense, intimate and manual -- as well as oral -- PLEASURE to the [NOT SO] METAPHORICAL PENIS of the """SYSTEM""".
Oh, what an abominable, drooooooling revenant that lies before you!
"Gimme your ass... " he says, menacingly, as you wail about in a futile attempt to guard and preserve the very last vestiges of your own anal virginity.
And so you fight, and kick him in the NADS with everything you have, down to the final shreds of vigor. Victory! Or so you thought...
"You must... " he mutters, mortally wounded "update WhatsApp... "
"Still you breathe?!" you exclaim, suddenly transformed into a heroic, sexy moustachoed arquebusier "After I'm done ~OILING~ my VICTORIOUS CHEST, I *shall* bestow DEATH uppon you!".
But as you rip open your shirt to apply sensual oiling to your marvellous frontal assets, your nemesis reveals it's portentous Portugal: "this new version of Android... " he gasps as he perishes "is incompatible with your device... "
"Ughh! Sacrebleu!" you shriek out in pain, realizing that you are now unable to ACCESS THE FUCKING DATA THAT IS IN YOUR OWN FUCKING HARDWARE BECAUSE OF A STUPID FORCED BINARY INCOMPATIBILITY.
That's right. Now even if I *do* get a new phone, I can't do shit about losing all of the family memes. And contacts and all of that shit, but the stickers are more important. A minor inconvenience, yes, and it didn't need all of this preamble but I was doing the dramatic fight scene bit inside my head as I was writing and I got into it.
Because the only documented way to transfer all of that data is to OPEN THE APPLICATION and scan some code, but everytime I go to do that, IT TELLS ME I NEED TO UPDATE. And every time I GO TO UPDATE, it says that MY PHONE is TOO FUCKING OLD!! AAAAAAAGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG!!!!
And you too, might be a dashing french man from centuries past, with both balls and tits down to your fucking knees, folding your arms in a position that exhumes smugness in a disgustingly irreverent and self-aggrandizing way, looking at me as a mere plebeian who cannot wrap his head around the mystical art of interacting with Google's black deuce box.
And you would be somewhat right in your judgement! But just having to fiddle about with these fucking pocket Elmo screens is such a traumatic experience for me that I'd rather lose my stickers.
[ADBREAK] Are you a debonair victorian undercover butt pirate, taking unparalleled care of your Falstaffian, highfalutin poils pubiens? Need your "sword" sharpened, as you browse through the pages of this magnanimous lexicon? Would you rather allocate final death to your coworkers than learn one more synonym for sonorous, supercilious and pontifical?
We all know that ALL you need to help keep that honor intact is slaying your enemies in high-stakes combat. But how to satisfy less gallant needs, when male prostitution is outlawed in more than sixteen duchies?
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BloodCurse is easily contracted through consumption of the GENITAL fluids of highly-lecherous succubi, conjured through [EXTREMELY CENSORED]! This forbidden arcana allows the user to debour HIS OWN testicles in no time!
Get your bottle of scents, sensual Portuguese chest oils, and fucking designer-drug bath salts for the low, low price of a passionate, unceassing self-blowjob! And use my code FRONTALASSETS for 60% OFF in your next soul-robbing foray into the felational dark arts!
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Sacrificing mental health working a corporate 9 5 job in this industry for 8$ an hour is absolutely not worth it I'd rather kill myself than live like this. The only power that was pushing me to continue working this shithole industry was to buy a car at least on leasing but now that i finally reached that point to be able to afford it on leasing the health price i had to pay for that has caused so many new problems that its not worth at all to fucking continue.7
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*starts work day*
"Let me put some music on so I can hum tunes while I code"
*10 mins into working*
"Oh wait, I gotta focus here"
*Turns music off*
Result: Music stays off the entire day.2 -
In my current role, it takes 10 min to build and test a backend change. Front-end dev server is also painfully slow. It sometimes takes minutes for angular dev server to upload changes.
What am I supposed to do during these scattered idle time. Everything seems painfully slow3 -
User: - The application throws an errror message.
Me: - The error message is caused by a minor bug that doesn't affect functionality, though. This is an old solution that is in the pipe to be redesigned from scratch. As this function is rarely used, perhaps you can live with this cosmetic bug for a couple more months?
User (one week later): - I haven't got any answer from you. How is this issue proceeding?2 -
If I was to name one reason I use Safari on my Mac, it would be internet captchas disappearing completely from all sites. And this is with privacy-protecting measures enabled. I tested them, and it fucks fingerprinters even better than resistFingerprinting flag does in Firefox, and that's HUGE.
It seems like Safari is so rarely used by bad actors that if you use Safari, you get a pass.3 -
What is the weirdest shit you have seen in a daily stand-up?
I've just seen a baby horse being born on the daily stand-up.9 -
i don't know how is apple a trillion dollar company. even it's chat support needs a support system. i had to chat to a human and all he did was forward my request 😭. Apple is going to lag so far behind in Ai, I'm telling ya. Suck a waste of time.2
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In my quest to try to understand this ridiculous daily status report to management (yes, it is micromanagement, but why ), so I asked the business analyst who is running the project management office the purpose of it in a very non-chalant manner.
"It's to show status and progress of work." Right.
"The content of the update should meet the following criteria: 1. Business language 2. Project/system specific 3. Person specific"
She then names some management people who want to know certain progress with a specific project. Such as "Jane Smith wants to know if there's progress with report failure investigations".
It is supposed to tell people proactively what's happening with a project before they ask. It also apparently shows transparency and how much time we're working on a thing. It also apparently helps senior "peeps" align priorities for work across companies (we're one of 4 companies part of a larger company, we do the software and IT stuff for them).
I said thanks and concluded with "So, our daily output is more important that outcome. I'll continue working with the project management software api to see if I can get appropriate output."
I'm sure some people in the team are not doing what they're supposed to be doing, management have trust issues, or both.
I now know the root cause of this daily pain that is being inflicted on us, and I want to do something about it, but maybe I should just stop, before it drives me over the edge.6 -