That is literally a nightmare scenario for me, holy shit

I used to work in a call center, and it’s astounding the number of calls that I got that were actually people trying to send faxes.

HOLY SHIT

oh my god. This…unfortunately tracks for call centers. The world capitol of “we expect you to understand this thing with zero training”

The only problem is that robots don’t have the kind of sense of connection and humanity that human caretakers often have, on top of the general complexity of the task. I was always frustrated when family would visit and treat their aunt/cousin/etc like a baby when like, no, they’re 80 years old and were raised on a farm. It’s really just a matter of needing appropriately trained caretaking staff who are also paid enough, which sadly the industry lacks both of those things

It’s always fun when a job calls you up after you’ve been fired to ask how to do the things they didn’t know you were doing

Some severance packages will have a non disparagement clause in it, or they’ll say you can’t recruit people to xyz competitor for a number of years. You can then say “yes I can do that, but if and only if you give me 20% extra of my estimated salary”

I hope the people you delivered to gave you massive tips

There’s something about physical labor jobs that result in everybody having one story about babysitting somebody who is actively dying

Definitely negotiate that severance. What a shit deal

I would cry oh my god

Holy shit! That could have ended very, very badly

That is seriously some action movie shit

Holy shit

o7 poop veteran

A coworker once did a bad pull request and knocked down all the Canadian servers. God bless

Sharing my story for posterity.

I used to work at a medical center for old folks with varying disabilities. It was a great job all things considered, just didn’t pay very well and the scheduling was a mess.

Anyway, one day I’m cleaning tables on the dining room when I hear on my walkie talkie that one of the new people need help with a guy in the bathroom. Usually “they need help” means “something has gone awry, please unfuck the situation” and, since I was the supervisor on shift, my job frequently involved untucking a situation.

I arrive outside the bathroom door and the new employee tells me that she walked into a situation that she wasn’t prepared for. I figured it was some poop, or the guy fell asleep on the toilet or something.

I walk in and the walls were all painted with poop. The sink was painted with poop. The floor was painted with poop. The paper towel dispenser had poop all over the front of it.

The poor guy had gone to the bathroom, got confused and tried to remember what toilet paper was. He saw me and knew I was there to help, but he was nonverbal. His way of saying thank you was to gently take his hand and rest it under your chin.

He did so, but his hand was also still covered on poop.

I’m used to poop. It’s a normal job hazard in that line of work. But something about having to clean myself and every surface in the room from caked poop while somebody else gave the poor guy a shower…that kind of story sticks with you. To this day I can’t look at finger paints without feeling a little queasy.

Exactly

1. Why are you offering this?
2. Yo what’s the deal with UFOs?
3. Preferred hot dog recipe

I’ve been playing a metric ton of Star Ocean: Second Story R.

I just love a good port of the best Star Ocean game.