baby, i will keep this fire burning


Nothing has done more wonders for my mental health this year than getting canned from my old job, because it led me to find a better local option with a much healthier company culture and fit for my skills.

(But in a close second is definitely transition.)

Third place is easily this Twitter thing, though, because as I've joked in a few places, my former-CEO was a dude who believed he was Elon (PR Edition), while I and a few coworkers would very much tell him to his face he was Elon (while agreeing he was very much Meth-Addled Decision Hour Edition). Apparently ex-company is going through an amazing fucking implosion this week much like a certain other tech firm, and watching from the outside is like I can warm myself on two bonfires from a safe distance as we go into winter. This whole thing is the sort of event that makes you realize "Oh, nothing matters, anxiety is a poser, just try shit because dudes like this somehow seem competent for ten minutes in a meeting with money men, you can easily succeed when everybody is too high on their own supply to pay attention to details."

So here's to you, absolute failsons of the world, and I hope you're all burning in hell in 2023 while I keep stepping on your skulls like a killing machine on that one beach


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