[laserBro13Fcali]

I quit a six figure job, and that was a tough decision, but paycheck or no, I look back on what would have been, and this month of unemployment is miles, and miles, and miles happier than the same amount of time that would have been spent in service to a machine of cognitive dissonance, cowering at the feet of scrum master goons, boot-licking their rituals like a servile worm.

I spent a few weeks kicking myself, because I have to loot various sources of static savings accounts, to make ends meet, until they run dry, and I have no idea what happens after that.

But I dug up some old email chains, and they had some videos of the recorded planning sessions, retrospectives, dailies, and conference calls, and it all came flooding back. With every fiber of my being, I know for sure that quitting was the right thing to do. No matter what kind of hell I catch for it.

Die on your feet. Never serve on your knees.

[piazz]

cowering at the feet of scrum master goons, boot-licking their rituals like a servile worm

Truly cinematic imagery, bravo

[DoreenMichele]

In my quest to get well, I walked away from a corporate job and slept in a tent for nearly six years. Rest assured, I've got the "die on your feet" part down pat.

That in no way gives me a path forward for figuring out how to effectively communicate in a meaty way about health topics with knowledgeable people.

Though, as others have noted: Wonderfully entertaining comment.

[laserBro13Fcali]

Well, honestly, I think the wall you're encountering might be the one that guards the powers vested in those who enjoy authority.

So, to express awareness as a peer tampers with someone's will to power. Would that you place yourself at eye level with royalty, still choose to do so, knowing it be treason that criminals are broken upon the wheel for toying with?

This is an abyss with no bottom, you must almost half-realize. I mean, somewhere in all this, the true cost behind any doctor's bill (above and beyond funding their mortgage and BMW) is malpractice. Someone catches bell's palsy after a chiropractic procedure, and before it resolves itself, BMW doc's former college roommate gets professionally ruined by an ambulance chaser. Nevermind he was a chiropractor, not even a real doctor, and flunked out because organic chem.

This horror story fuels every bill for every surgery, and every insurance company is really just an endless phalanx of lawyers suing institutions as busy work, looking to extract every spare penny that didn't get blown on lost keys fobs for luxury sedans, as if it were spare time spent folding clothes at The Gap outlet.

If your herbal tea cured your rickets, how can anyone replace your knees with titanium hinges? You didn't even take the MCAT.

[DoreenMichele]

Would that you place yourself at eye level with royalty, still choose to do so, knowing it be treason that criminals are broken upon the wheel for toying with?

My sons tell me that, historically, the world couldn't afford to support prisoners long term in subsistence societies. So one thing they did: During war, they offered poisoners the chance to become landed nobility. All they had to do was be part of the first assault wave attacking a castle and survive the assault because the death rate for that first wave was ridiculously high.

The world is dealing with crises our current models cannot solve. Preserving the current order to jealously guard their authority and wealth is heading towards a burned out, barren land, like the lands ruled by the hyenas in The Lion King.

There will be nothing left to rule. They know that, it's why we have billionaire preppers with compounds in New Zealand and bug out bags to get them to their special plane in Nevada for a straight flight to NZ.

They jealously guard a dystopian future and hope against hope that UBI will somehow keep the zombie hoards from their door while feeling in their bones that it won't and failing to come up with real solutions.

Because god forbid anyone should listen to a woman. A poor person. A former homemaker.

Obviously, she must be crazy. Let's go with that.

PS I'm descended from German nobility, just a mere two generations removed. It wouldn't be that hard to clean up my public image and frame me as socially acceptable -- A story of a lost lamb returned to the fold or the prodigal son come home again.

[mingee]

A little cynical, but I enjoyed reading this lmao