#work — Public Fediverse posts

Companies are bringing people back to their offices because they say their corporate culture is dying. But is it?: www.martinbihl.com/business-thinking/culture-and-on-site-work #remote #onsite #hybrid #advertisingagencies #advertising agency #office #work #workplace #culture

Companies are bringing people back to their offices because they say their corporate culture is dying. But is it?: www.martinbihl.com/business-thinking/culture-and-on-site-work #remote #onsite #hybrid #advertisingagencies #advertising agency #office #work #workplace #culture

#Vibe: the new #Mistral #AI agent for #automation, #work and #programming

https://gadgetflux.eu/vibe-agentul-ai-mistral-pentru-munca-si-cod/

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Can we have the day off?: A human cry for some relief in the face of AI escalation
https://mlsu.io/posts/day-off/
#vacation #culture #work #jobs #ai #+

End #zero-hours contracts: protect #workers from #exploitation

Insecure #work rampant. Millions are unsure how much they’ll earn from week to week

They struggle to plan their lives, look after their children, or budget for future

Govt's manifesto committed to banning zero-hours contracts by providing #WorkersRights to guaranteed hours, other protections

- #Employers are seeking to undermine the pledge

https://www.megaphone.org.uk/petitions/stamp-out-zero-hours-contracts-protect-all-workers-from-exploitation?source=mastodon_fediverse

#HumanRights #PeopleNotProfits #poverty #CapitalismFails

Top Disney AI Exec Gushes About Chatbot Assistant He Calls His ‘Son’

Jason Cox sounds more like a proud parent than a Disney executive when describing “Sam,” his AI assistant.…
#NewsBeep #News #US #USA #UnitedStates #UnitedStatesOfAmerica #Artificialintelligence #AI #AIassistant #aitool #ArtificialIntelligence #blind #blog #disneyexec #dozenblogpost #gushingpost #human #jasoncox #linkedin #people #rachelwood #sam #son #Technology #work
https://www.newsbeep.com/us/669559/

2026/5/28 Media Summary #crosspost
Leonxlnx/taste-skill

p-e-w/heretic

shiyu-coder/Kronos

mukul975/Anthropic-Cybersecurity-Skills

Chachamaru127/claude-code-harness

byoungd/English-level-up-tips

iii-hq/iii

moeru-ai/airi

guettli/ sharedinbox

codebam/ helix-copilot

PatrickM123/ darkwow

toastal/ nixcfg

amruzi/ game_wedding

RavenYin/ gallery-dl

xRuffKez/ tif

jolupa/ gp
https://blog.wuyuansheng.com/2026/05/28/2026-5-28-media-summary-crosspost/
#Work

https://www.wacoca.com/kpop/1524911/videos/2026-05-27/ 오늘도 Make It Work💕 #함은정 #hahmeunjung come on #WORK #HARAM #하람 #Billlie #빌리 #KoreanActresses #ハム・ウンジョン（HahmEunJung） #韓国女優

https://www.wacoca.com/kpop/1524911/videos/2026-05-27/ 오늘도 Make It Work💕 #함은정 #hahmeunjung come on #WORK #HARAM #하람 #Billlie #빌리 #KoreanActresses #ハム・ウンジョン（HahmEunJung） #韓国女優

It is unsettling how increasingly common the attitude among the Corporate world is "just AI that thing I need from you".

It also increases the higher up the Org Chart you go.

It doesn't help my increasing attitude of my industry specifically and how meaningless and non-impactful it actually is.

#AI #Work #Career

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

Blah, Again

Yesterday was a tough day. Today has been tougher. I need (another) vacation. That’s a common theme around here.

I don’t have to work in the office tomorrow. That’s nice. Maybe if I get up early enough I’ll have some time to work on those two new songs I wrote on Sunday. They both need two tracks of vocals and at least one track of lead guitar. Maybe I can get some of that done tomorrow and then the rest on Friday. We’ll see.

The last two work days (including today, which is down to the final 36 minutes) have been insanely, absurdly, busy. I haven’t had a minute to catch my breath. It’s frustrating. I’ll be heading home soon for the day. Hopefully I won’t have a repeat of last night’s commute. There was an accident on route 495. Google Maps detoured me around it, but it also detoured 1000000 other commuters and it resulted in a monster traffic jam on a side street. It cost me more than half an hour of my life.

On unrelated commute news, I had to stop at a rest area on route 128 today in order to get gas. My tank was almost empty. I had enough gas to get me the rest of the way to work, but not enough to get my home afterward. As I was pumping gas, I saw something I’d never seen before. I saw a tractor trailer truck… do a donut. Sort of. He pulled out of a parking spot. He should have turned right and gotten onto the highway. He didn’t. He turned left… and kept turning left… he did a full 360 degree turn. Effectively he did a donut, but a donut in slow motion. He also blocked the ramp onto the highway and had 3–4 cars stuck waiting for him to get his dumb ass out of the way. It was a very weird thing.

Okay. I have 31 minutes left in my work day. Time to hit publish and squeeze in some more work. Thanks for reading my pointless, useless, bullshit. I appreciate the effort. I’ll try to write something more interesting tomorrow.

https://www.europesays.com/ie/505475/ ‘I’ve helped people clear debt for 30 years’ – here’s how to tackle it – The Irish Times #advice #Business #CostOfLiving #DepositReturnScheme #Éire #IE #Ireland #mortgages #renting #work

Malaysia Now Has Little Caesars

Recently in Malaysia, the most-visited Southeast Asian country in the first quarter this year, Little Caesars opened its first outlet in the country marking its ongoing global expansion, according to a VnExpress news report.

To put things in perspective, posted below is an excerpt from the news report of VnExpress. Some parts in boldface…

Little Caesars, the world’s third-largest pizza chain only after Domino’s and Pizza Hut, has opened its first outlet in Malaysia, marking the brand’s global expansion.

The new outlet was launched on May 24 in Damansara Utama, a suburb of Petaling Jaya in Selangor.

The outlet serves Little Caesars’ signature Hot-N-Ready classic pepperoni pizza and crazy puffs pepperoni, while also incorporating localized offerings such as Chicken Hawaiian, 3 Cheese Edge to Edge, and Classic Veggie pizza, the chain said in a statement.

The chain is known globally for its affordable pizzas, Crazy Bread, and quick grab-and-go style meals.

Little Caesars, billed as the “Best Value in Pizza,” was founded by Mike Ilitch and Marian Ilitch as a single family-owned restaurant in 1959 and is headquartered in Michigan. It has since grown into the world’s third-largest pizza chain, operating restaurants across all 50 U.S. states and 31 countries and territories.

Let me end this piece by asking you readers: What is your reaction to this development? If you were to visit Malaysia today, would you make an effort to visit Little Caesars and have a meal there? If you have dined at Little Caesars before, what is your favorite among their food offerings? Do you think Little Caesars will be able to do good business in Southeast Asia?

You may answer in the comments below. If you prefer to answer privately, you may do so by sending me a direct message online.

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"Mental health is important" is on every company website. Then someone takes a mental health day and gets asked, in the next 1:1, what was actually wrong.

#work #mentalhealth

Jeez tailoring my CV to roles and producing cover letters is boring af. Tried using Gemini to do it for me and it was mostly shite.
#work #job #jobsearch

I absolutely love video based work meetings from home.

While discussing some risk about working in an SF6 environment I noticed a small tick had captured my arm. I removed it, got my microscope stuff out and placed the evil lill one on a slide for later viewing.

You just can't do that in most office environments.

#gardening #work #TicksAreDicks

TechCrunch: This startup is betting India’s gig economy can train the world’s robots. “In the last few years, India’s online food delivery market has grown significantly, with both Zomato and Swiggy going public and the number of cloud kitchens increasing. … Silicon Valley-based startup Human Archive is tapping into this trend, partnering with these companies to have workers wear […]

TechCrunch: This startup is betting India’s gig economy can train the world’s robots. “In the last few years, India’s online food delivery market has grown significantly, with both Zomato and Swiggy going public and the number of cloud kitchens increasing. … Silicon Valley-based startup Human Archive is tapping into this trend, partnering with these companies to have workers wear […]

TechCrunch: This startup is betting India’s gig economy can train the world’s robots. “In the last few years, India’s online food delivery market has grown significantly, with both Zomato and Swiggy going public and the number of cloud kitchens increasing. … Silicon Valley-based startup Human Archive is tapping into this trend, partnering with these companies to have workers wear […]

TechCrunch: This startup is betting India’s gig economy can train the world’s robots. “In the last few years, India’s online food delivery market has grown significantly, with both Zomato and Swiggy going public and the number of cloud kitchens increasing. … Silicon Valley-based startup Human Archive is tapping into this trend, partnering with these companies to have workers wear […]

TechCrunch: This startup is betting India’s gig economy can train the world’s robots. “In the last few years, India’s online food delivery market has grown significantly, with both Zomato and Swiggy going public and the number of cloud kitchens increasing. … Silicon Valley-based startup Human Archive is tapping into this trend, partnering with these companies to have workers wear […]

I've done some journaling about my current #job situation.

https://threeofus.substack.com/p/a-bit-of-a-bind

tldr; I've started to figure out what kind of role I want (#projectmanagement / #servicedesign), for what kind of employer (#charity / #mentalhealth / #Education / #sport). My personal life continues to be a little bit f**ked.

#relationships #work

I've done some journaling about my current #job situation.

https://threeofus.substack.com/p/a-bit-of-a-bind

tldr; I've started to figure out what kind of role I want (#projectmanagement / #servicedesign), for what kind of employer (#charity / #mentalhealth / #Education / #sport). My personal life continues to be a little bit f**ked.

#relationships #work

I've done some journaling about my current #job situation.

https://threeofus.substack.com/p/a-bit-of-a-bind

tldr; I've started to figure out what kind of role I want (#projectmanagement / #servicedesign), for what kind of employer (#charity / #mentalhealth / #Education / #sport). My personal life continues to be a little bit f**ked.

#relationships #work

I've done some journaling about my current #job situation.

https://threeofus.substack.com/p/a-bit-of-a-bind

tldr; I've started to figure out what kind of role I want (#projectmanagement / #servicedesign), for what kind of employer (#charity / #mentalhealth / #Education / #sport). My personal life continues to be a little bit f**ked.

#relationships #work

I've done some journaling about my current #job situation.

https://threeofus.substack.com/p/a-bit-of-a-bind

tldr; I've started to figure out what kind of role I want (#projectmanagement / #servicedesign), for what kind of employer (#charity / #mentalhealth / #Education / #sport). My personal life continues to be a little bit f**ked.

#relationships #work

Jensen Huang Says It Won’t Matter What You Study in the Age of AI

Parents shouldn’t obsess over what their kids study in the era of artificial intelligence, said Nvidia CEO Jensen…
#NewsBeep #News #Artificialintelligence #AI #ArtificialIntelligence #businessinsider #Craft #entrepreneurpeterdiamandis #huang #humanquality #JensenHuang #kid #manyjob #nvidiachief #parent #part #People #Purpose #Technology #UK #UnitedKingdom #Work
https://www.newsbeep.com/uk/606383/

I am very sleepy but I have to lock in

#work #goodmorning #wednesday #sleepy #cute

2026/5/27 Media Summary #crosspost
affaan-m/ECC

rohitg00/ai-engineering-from-scratch

hardikpandya/stop-slop

mukul975/Anthropic-Cybersecurity-Skills

Leonxlnx/taste-skill

DigitalPlatDev/FreeDomain

jellyfin/jellyfin

twentyhq/twenty

Axorax/awesome-free-apps

Open-Dev-Society/OpenStock

st-tech/ppf-contact-solver

rust-lang-ru/ rust-book-ru

nonguix/ nonguix-mirror

D0T1X/ intra
https://blog.wuyuansheng.com/2026/05/27/2026-5-27-media-summary-crosspost/
#Work

Whyalla locals react to news of steelworks' final bidders
By Eugene Boisvert, Declan Durrant, and James Wakelin

Whyalla locals welcome more certainty about the future ownership of the city's steelworks, but say it is still not enough to warrant business investment and workers coming back to the Spencer Gulf.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2026-05-27/whyalla-locals-react-to-steelworks-final-bidders/106728852

#Steel #MiningandMetalsIndustry #StateandTerritoryGovernment #Work #EugeneBoisvert #DeclanDurrant # #JamesWakelin

🚨 New paper out: “Automation and #Work Through a Qualitative Lens: A Systematic Literature Review of Empirical Research from 2000–2024” by Martin Krzywdzinski.

Based on 77 qualitative studies, the review shows that automation has no universal effects on work. Outcomes differ across sectors, occupations, technologies, & organizational contexts. It highlights the role of managerial strategies, labor power, & routines in shaping outcomes.

🔗 https://doi.org/10.34669/WI.DP/55

#socialscience #research #ai

Work continues on new Farmer Music Center, called the future of live entertainment https://www.byteseu.com/2056404/ #artist #design #DistinctStage #Entertainment #Event #fan #future #importance #lawn #LiveEntertainment #LiveMusicExperience #MichaelSmith #NewFarmerMusicCenter #ReserveSeat #venue #Work

Employment services to get largest overhaul in 30 years
By Holly Tregenza

Under the proposal, unemployed Australians seeking assistance would be placed into three tailored support tiers, designed to better match people with the help they need.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2026-05-27/jobseeker-unemployment-overhaul/106725618

#FederalGovernment #GovernmentandPolitics #FederalParliament #Unemployment #Welfare #Work #HollyTregenza

Two prospective Whyalla steelworks buyers remain, as sale reaches 'final stages'

The federal and state governments have reduced the number of bidders for the financially stricken Whyalla steelworks from five to two.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2026-05-27/two-bidders-remain-for-whyalla-steelworks/106724890

#Steel #MiningandMetalsIndustry #StateandTerritoryGovernment #Work

The following hashtags are trending across South African Mastodon instances:

#women
#Methodist
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#work

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The following hashtags are trending across South African Mastodon instances:

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#Methodist
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#holyspirit
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The following hashtags are trending across South African Mastodon instances:

#women
#Methodist
#bible
#holyspirit
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#work

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The Weight of Unspoken Boundaries

https://nosygayleadstheway.wordpress.com/2026/05/26/the-weight-of-unspoken-boundaries/

The Weight of Unspoken Boundaries

https://nosygayleadstheway.wordpress.com/2026/05/26/the-weight-of-unspoken-boundaries/

The Weight of Unspoken Boundaries

https://nosygayleadstheway.wordpress.com/2026/05/26/the-weight-of-unspoken-boundaries/