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[TamerVirus]

Nowadays its loyalty to self over loyalty to big corporate.  Put yourself in the position that best suits your needs.

[Gentlefish]

Shrug and utter the magic words "gig economy". They're legally obligated to let you go then

[JoshuaFH]

Someone tried to poach me over the phone at work and offer me like twice my current salary.

1: They had obviously been drinking
2: It's super skeevy to try and poach someone over the phone it must be a scam, nothing that good ever happens to me
3: Someone thought I was good enough to try and poach, though
4: Someone thought I was good enough to try and poach and my self esteem is like ye boi
5: yeeee boiiiii

Dunasmisdeos right now.

[A Thing]

Also Dunasmisdeos right now.

[FallacyofUrist]

This time they are like, one state away, but they were obviously drinking (they told me they were drinking) what do I do.

Well, if the doubling in salary is worth it, call them back and make sure they're willing to have you. If they were drinking you need to make sure that they're sure about the offer.

[Descan]

Recognition that aging is a disease and not something to be treated as a normal or even necessary part of life has been spreading bit by bit, myself I have begun working down a career path which isn't really a "9 to 5 for 30 years then retire" type of thing and will probably be doing this until I keel over or get uploaded into some vr happyland because my last appeals on the use of my matter got overruled and Our A.I. God needed more computronium.

I mean.. Same.

[JoshuaFH]

I feel I've been doing well over the last few days. Feeling good and I'm behaving very well in social interactions. I actually feel like a personable and socially competent person. I'm trying DESPERATELY FUCKING HARD to not backslide into over-anxious worrying over nothing and beating myself up over trivial nonmistakes; but on that front I'm doing pretty alright as well.

[Hanslanda]

I feel I've been doing well over the last few days. Feeling good and I'm behaving very well in social interactions. I actually feel like a personable and socially competent person. I'm trying DESPERATELY FUCKING HARD to not backslide into over-anxious worrying over nothing and beating myself up over trivial nonmistakes; but on that front I'm doing pretty alright as well.

Look at this badass motherfucker here, overcoming his issues and working hard to better himself as a person. I hope I can say the same of myself soon.

[scourge728]

I feel I've been doing well over the last few days. Feeling good and I'm behaving very well in social interactions. I actually feel like a personable and socially competent person. I'm trying DESPERATELY FUCKING HARD to not backslide into over-anxious worrying over nothing and beating myself up over trivial nonmistakes; but on that front I'm doing pretty alright as well.

tell. me. the. se-cret

[TD1]

You will require your grandmother's severed finger (preferably index; others are workable) and the tooth of a giraffe. Once you have these things, I will tell you the method.

[Rockeater]

I feel I've been doing well over the last few days. Feeling good and I'm behaving very well in social interactions. I actually feel like a personable and socially competent person. I'm trying DESPERATELY FUCKING HARD to not backslide into over-anxious worrying over nothing and beating myself up over trivial nonmistakes; but on that front I'm doing pretty alright as well.

tell. me. the. se-cret

+1

[Egan_BW]

It's simple, really. All you have to do is burn the following image into your brain, so that any time you're stressed it comes to you:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Drugs also help maybe.

[Hanslanda]

Spoiler: My Son (click to show/hide)

I stand erect, six feet three inches and two hundred pounds, eyeing the wilful creature before me. Completely uncaring of the sheer danger of being in such close proximity to a full-grown human, the deadliest predator on the planet, he eyes me back resolutely.

His eyes are a light shade of baby blue, near iridescent rings of vibrant color encircling a deep pool of blackness that somehow managed to convey a keen mind rapidly grasping the realities of it's situation. His skin, paler than even mine, colored slightly at the cheeks as his small, yet oversized features crinkled in a mischievous expression that wasn't a smile or grin, rather closer to a grimace really.

His russet hair caught the light despite it's fine and sparse nature as he leaned his clumsy hand forward and grabbed the thin processed wafer of sugar and bread, then very deliberately threw it from his chair to the floor.

I look down at the wafer, then back at the diminutive being before me. He was utterly dwarfed by me, in size, shape, even intellect, barely managing two feet and thirty pounds. He eyed me back defiantly as I looked back at him.

I sighed and obediently knelt once more to return the wafer to his plate, for there was nothing I wouldn't do for this tiny bit of potential. I see in his eyes, that one day soon he will surpass me intellectually. And then physically. He may not grow larger or stronger, but I will only weaken and turn brittle, as is the way of things.

But this small, for now, man will survive me and carry forward my one true legacy. A legacy of blood, wrought of billions of years of evolution. In the grand scheme, a tiny voice from a mote of dust relentlessly insisting it isn't finished living yet.

[Max™]

GOOD GOD MAN, be careful, did you know they actively gather oxygen from their environment so they can pump it around their interiors AND LET IT REACT WITH SHIT INSIDE OF THEM...

FUCKING OXYGEN! THAT SHIT WHAT MAKES STUFF BURN? THEY BREATHE IT, FUCK!

I heard of a hiveguard who found one snooping around outside the path to the larvae rooms and promptly punctured what should have been an exoskeleton full of lifegiving hemolymph and nutrients, a certain death even before envenomating it.

So this human thing looks down at the red juices starting to soak into the weird partial environmental protection suits they wear on their lumpy thoraxes, says something the translator was able to interpret as "deifically banished copulation of waste" and calmly tears a strip of their envirosuit off before fastening it around the limb near the puncture like a flag or something.

After doing so the juice stopped leaking and it slowly walked over to the hiveguard and began casually delimbing it, tossing each one into a pouch they wore on the rear of their upper thorax, kneeled down and did a weird side to side threat display with one of the smaller manipulators on the end of their upper limbs before the translator picked up "allowance of adjective educational unit second person pronoun" before leaving.

Avoid the meatshelled firebreathers and you will never have to wonder what it was like to be that hiveguard, slowly oozing hemolymph and trying to explain how it got damanged like this to workers and other guards.

[hector13]

* hector13 eyes Max suspiciously

I think wasps are cool. They should run everything.