Especially welding, robotics, and PLC maintenance. Study these in a vocational school, be willing to travel and get on with a good company, and you’ll make six figures before you’re 30. It’s not unusual to see technicians making more money than engineers in some companies.
Automotive manufacturing – direct and tier one. The line between “foreign” and “domestic” practically doesn’t exist anymore. And the only reason I know this is the large scale spray and pray I did with my resume last summer.
I went as Agent 47 for Halloween one year (cheesy, I know) and used that as my excuse to go cue ball. I caught more flack for the lack of beard than lack of head fuzz. Plus it took about 10 years off my appearance. The first swipe with the clippers is the scariest part but once you commit, you’ll wonder why you didn’t do it sooner.
Cook Out is the fucking tits. First off, when you order a cheeseburger, that slice of American has fused to the patty. It has become one with the meat. That’s how fresh it is. None of this “Well, I might be able to peel it and re-stick it properly” like these other places. Nah, dawg. Shit’s planted. And the fresh bacon on the burger? I feel my arteries clogging thinking about it. That pre-made shit is all flat and lifeless. Real bacon curls up when you cook it. And generous toppings. Shit is just spilling out as you’re trying to eat it. The onion rings can’t be beat. Crispy, not soggy. Be adventurous: get the quesadilla. Sure, it’s a burger joint, but their ‘dilla doesn’t disappoint. SWEET TEA! Sweet tea the way it’s supposed to be made. Shit could double as 10W-40. So what if one cup has as many calories as your meal? It’s fucking delicious. I didn’t have access to this glorious burger heaven in college. They built one after I had already graduated. I think hangover Sunday coulda gone differently if this nectar was available to me at the time.
*wipes tear*
Sorry guys… I know it’s only 8 AM but I’m a little emotional thinking about that burger.
This. I think DeFries and WaPo nailed the symptoms but missed the diagnosis. Share-worthy pictures are hard to come by. Most of us can forget about sharing work. Like you said, cubicle selfies are depressing. I work in engineering so I risk termination with pictures. I’m sure there’s something to be said about age gaps too. College parties compared to that awkward late 20s “my friends are moving away” stage where social outings are fewer and farther between. Also rampant unemployment and underemployment means less money to do cool, share-worthy stuff.
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Todd needs a kick to his cronuts
Middle school? Showing my age here but “Big Pimpin.” All time banger. It’s still on my beer pong playlist.
I turn 30 this year and the last wedding I went to, I was in high school and it was for a cousin.
According to the special snowflakes on Tumblr, staring is the same as rape. Get with the times, you privileged shitlord!!
/sarc
“Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.” – Dr. Malcolm
Especially welding, robotics, and PLC maintenance. Study these in a vocational school, be willing to travel and get on with a good company, and you’ll make six figures before you’re 30. It’s not unusual to see technicians making more money than engineers in some companies.
Automotive manufacturing – direct and tier one. The line between “foreign” and “domestic” practically doesn’t exist anymore. And the only reason I know this is the large scale spray and pray I did with my resume last summer.
You might have the nosiest IT department in the nation
“she feared that her abrasiveness towards the rest of the customers would rub the airline employee the wrong way even more”
So she *is* capable of self awareness but usually tends to ignore it. I can’t decide if this makes her more or less of a sociopath.
I went as Agent 47 for Halloween one year (cheesy, I know) and used that as my excuse to go cue ball. I caught more flack for the lack of beard than lack of head fuzz. Plus it took about 10 years off my appearance. The first swipe with the clippers is the scariest part but once you commit, you’ll wonder why you didn’t do it sooner.
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Cook Out is the fucking tits. First off, when you order a cheeseburger, that slice of American has fused to the patty. It has become one with the meat. That’s how fresh it is. None of this “Well, I might be able to peel it and re-stick it properly” like these other places. Nah, dawg. Shit’s planted. And the fresh bacon on the burger? I feel my arteries clogging thinking about it. That pre-made shit is all flat and lifeless. Real bacon curls up when you cook it. And generous toppings. Shit is just spilling out as you’re trying to eat it. The onion rings can’t be beat. Crispy, not soggy. Be adventurous: get the quesadilla. Sure, it’s a burger joint, but their ‘dilla doesn’t disappoint. SWEET TEA! Sweet tea the way it’s supposed to be made. Shit could double as 10W-40. So what if one cup has as many calories as your meal? It’s fucking delicious. I didn’t have access to this glorious burger heaven in college. They built one after I had already graduated. I think hangover Sunday coulda gone differently if this nectar was available to me at the time.
*wipes tear*
Sorry guys… I know it’s only 8 AM but I’m a little emotional thinking about that burger.
Not the kind of upgrade I’m looking for, Mollie. Fuck off.
goals in life include this old man’s level of not giving a fuck
Benching would be an upgrade over current situation. PGP
….someone’s mad that Grandpa Gulag didn’t get the nomination
You can’t mention a bar that only serves 40s and NOT give an address.
This. I think DeFries and WaPo nailed the symptoms but missed the diagnosis. Share-worthy pictures are hard to come by. Most of us can forget about sharing work. Like you said, cubicle selfies are depressing. I work in engineering so I risk termination with pictures. I’m sure there’s something to be said about age gaps too. College parties compared to that awkward late 20s “my friends are moving away” stage where social outings are fewer and farther between. Also rampant unemployment and underemployment means less money to do cool, share-worthy stuff.