Fucking corporate America. I was fired for having a disability, specifically and intentionally by my boss and her manager. Neither has any direct accountability - both were terminated as a result of the findings of a federal and state investigation, but the company will pay for the damages. They both failed upward, getting higher positions at other companies, while I’ve struggled to find employment, something already difficult due to the stigma of my age, disability, and gender, but now with word of my termination having spread through the quite small pool of people who work in my field.

Same, though I keep a defanged AtlasOS version on dual boot for the rare things that absolutely require that garbage.

Word. I had a job that promised no more than 40 and my manager offered unofficial comp time for any overage. Then the economy slowed and they wanted to downsize, so fired me for working less than 40 hours one week a few months before.

What if you put your hand upon my hip, when you dip, I dip, we dip?

What if I’ve got a girl named Rama Lama, Rama Lama Ding Dong?

How about oo-ee-oo-ah-ah-ting-tang-walla-walla-bing-bang?

What then?