I work in IT. So the lie is I know what I am doing, when all I do is google the error code and hope for stack overflow has an answer.
Knowing to Google the error code then making the error code stop is knowing how to do your job. That’s my job as well so I wish you all the luck in the world.
30 years ago you would have checked the manual or read the documentation, not much different just a little faster these days
I was doing IT 30 years ago.
Back then you’d post a question on USENET and get an answer back from the guy who wrote the program you were asking about.
30 years ago, manuals were worth the read.
As someone who did IT 30 years ago, this isn’t really true. Manuals weren’t very good for direct troubleshooting except that they provided insight into how the device or software works. In my experience problems were mostly solved by people who knew what they were doing, with occasional reference to the old guy who had seen all the weird obscure shit no one else even knew was possible.
There was no manual for the windows registry for example, so when I needed it to not shit the bed on a new motherboard I had to dig into it myself and figure out that if I blew out the PCI bus enumeration windows would realize that it’s gone and rebuild it with the new IDs and such for the new hardware on boot instead of looking for old IDs and eating itself when it couldn’t find them.
That’s not a lie, that’s standard operating procedure.
In November I somehow convinced a company to hire me as director of IT. Now I have 7 IT techs and 3 software devs under me. I had never been in a management position before (not even fast food or something like that) but it was like a $30k/yr raise so i took it.
I started off wondering how they hadn’t figured out that I had literally 0 idea what I was doing. But I’ve started to realize that nobody in middle management has any idea what they are doing haha.
So, go and lie to interviewers. Worse case you get fired and you can lie to another set of them. Nobody cares and even fewer people actually understand what’s going on.
only the ones i tell myself every day!
“you can do it!” “you’re an important part of your job!” “people like you!”
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My programs think they are running on windows. They are running in proton.
There’s this lie I keep telling myself that everything will be okay.
My family still thinks they’re calling me by my name. I changed the fuck out of that tragedeigh years ago.
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Why do you keep the lie?
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I hope you find a day to share yourself with your friends and family and that their response is better than you expect.
I’ve told countless people that I like IPAs when I’m actually impartial to them.
Yes.
Anyone who says otherwise is (ironically) lying.
That’s why privacy laws are so important and why the old “If you haven’t done anything wrong, you shouldn’t care about your data being collected by literally everyone” argument is bullshit. Because it’s not about breaking the law, or lying about some big secret. It’s about presenting to the world the you that you want to present to the world.
The most basic fundamental right is to be seen as we want to be seen.
Everyone…and I mean EVERYONE…has something that, if it were public, would change the way that others look at them. Maybe for the good, maybe for the worse. It doesn’t matter. It could be that you’re into midget porn. It could be that you anonymously donate a quarter of your paycheque to charity and you want it to remain anonymous for whatever reason. The point is, THAT IS YOUR RIGHT to keep that to yourself.
We get to show the world who we want them to see, either good or bad. And we all do it.
So yes, to circle back around. Anyone who says that they don’t actively have any lies is lying.
I’m fine, everything’s fine…
My go to.
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you’re watching this tape, I’m probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was… astounded. I… I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn’t want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn’t know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess… I guess you call it a “hit” – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated s-icide, but I’m a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. I can’t take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.
I honestly forget who at this point, but I think a few people still believe that I met my wife during a brief educational stay in her home state, when in fact it was online and years later.
