Minneapolis mayor calls remote workers ‘losers’ who sit at home with a ‘nasty cat blanket, diddling on their laptop’
While still a stupid thing to say, I am concerned that this quote was mildly taken out of context. It was made at a business luncheon, where he was addressing downtown business owners. I believe "you" in "you become a loser" meant "if people work from home, you downtown business owners become the losers here." But yeah, "nasty cat blanket" is a classist and elitist statement from someone who has a stereotype image in their head.
Link to that part of the speech, sorry it's from a FOX affiliate.
https://www.fox9.com/news/minneapolis-mayor-says-remote-work-turns-you-into-a-loser.amp
Ah, yes, I remember being a theater geek. :D
Oh, Nancy knows.
Not just LinkedIn profiles: there was a case out here near DC a while ago where a well known company leased out their function space for training meetings. Using a compromised company account, a set of scammers set up some fake recruitment profiles, leased out the meeting space for "software training," and did some "mass hiring" where 30 individuals had their credentials scanned and duplicated. The effect was someone from the recruiting company was contacting you, you had a face-to-face where you got offered an in-person, you showed up to their offices, and got a "job offer pending a background check," with a date of hire in official-looking emails. You sent in your SSN, copies of your passport and driver's licence, and after a few weeks, they tell you to show up for orientation. Only, the day these people showed up, the company was confused and had never heard of you. The people you supposedly spoke to had never heard of you. And your identity was stolen, and huge loans and charges started showing up in your credit report.
Yikes.
Having moderated forums back in the day, I can answer to some of that motivation.
First, some people are just bullies. A sense of tribalism forms around bullies, who feel the need to act out and repeat the abuses they have endured. Hazing stems from this, too. Cruelty masked as "you should know better," advice. Given too late.
Some have a smug sense of superiority, and want to keep it that way. Less smart people means they stay king of the mountain. Others are scared their own lack of knowledge will cripple them if they don't keep the potential competition down. Insecurities drown out any sense of empathy.
Some people hate themselves so they punish others in retaliation. Like, trying to erase past cringe by making others hurt to even the score.
A few are sick of "the same fucking newbie questions again and again and again," but still hang out in newbie forums for some reason.
I was for about 15 years post high school, but her life was rough and I was always the one initiating contact, so we drifted apart. I hope she okay. Smart woman, gifted arist, terrible parents.
really just doesn’t do what I needed to do.
This has been my experience, or sort of does what I want it to do, but I have to rethink what I need it to do instead of something really simple. Like a "new type of shared file system" that replaces NFS/Windows sharing. So instead of files in a standard file system one can manage with a file browser, it has "indexed" your files in such a way that the actual files are renamed into data chunks, and one "finds" files by their non-intuitive search engine that can't do even basic search engine tricks like "AND/OR" searches, wildcards, and the results are hit and miss. "But it's faster and more elegant!" So how do you restore from backup when the system fails? "When the system does whatnow?"
Yeah, no thanks. I can recover files from a file system much easier than some proprietary encoded bullshit fronted with a bad search engine over a proprietary and buggy index.
When I was 19, I had friends from high school who were still younger, and one of them was my friend Julie who had helicopter parents (she would have been 17-18). I was doing security at an event where the radio headsets we had were super-shitty, and the guy running security was a dumpster fire on his own. Julie's parents forbid her from going to the event, and grounded her to her room. Then her dad called the hotel where the event was being held, was told Julie had "run away" to this event, and that I was somehow responsible. Given she was a minor, the event runners were understandably concerned, although they were frustrated that Julie's dad was unable to describe her in a way that was useful: "Asian, wearing black, or a tee-shirt, or something. Ask Punkie where she is." So they contacted the head of security to find me on my rounds to see if I knew what this crazy man was talking about. The head of security said "okay" and did nothing.
At some point, the head of security was fired for a variety of reasons, and this increased the level of miscommunication. Meanwhile, Julie's dad was calling every few hours, demanding to know where his daughter was. And soon there was a concerted effort to find me, which was complicated because of the communication issues. By the time someone found me and the connection was made, my response of, "I have no idea, Julie said her dad forbid her coming here," was not what they wanted to hear, and met with skepticism "You're not hiding her, are you? Like she ran away with you in some tryst? She's 17 and you're 19, that could have legal ramifications!" No. We're platonic friends, I don't know where she is. if I tried to bonk the poor woman, she'd clobber me.
Meanwhile, Julie's dad finds Julie in her bedroom, right where he left her. Julie later told me that she was ignoring her dad calling for her, and didn't "come downstairs" like he demanded because she assumed it was a trap to get her punished for leaving her bedroom while she was grounded. So naturally, her dad assumed she wasn't in the house. Because he called for her and she didn't answer.
Poor Julie. Her parents were crazy-nuts.
No mention of external dimensions, so I am going to assume that it exists in the abstract since you mention teleportation. Like you just think about it and teleport there, not carry it upon your person like a portable hole in D&D.
Like others mentioned, a living space of some kind. I'd worry at first where I teleport inside, like hopefully not inside my mattress. Also, when I teleport back out, where is that? Where I teleported in? What if that gets replaced, like say I popped out while in an empty parking garage, but popped back in and a car is now parked where I left off? Might be nice if I pop back out anywhere I choose. Pop in while in New York, pop out in London.
Man, I'd save so much on rent. Or at least storage.
There's almost always one guy who is "the omega worker," like the lowest person on the totem pole that everyone uses like a bar one can't cross. There has to be a "well, at least I am not THAT guy!" Opposite of the Alpha pack leader, this person is the other end. Yes, it's abusive in toxic environments, but it's nothing compared to the chaos that follows when that person leaves. The scramble to "not be at the bottom."
"... I was now... a fem-MAN!" [Orchestra music swells]
Job security? I would imagine the "shoot first, ask questions later" favors issues where there are no survivors.
I hate to be honest, but I used Amazon Prime a lot because:
- I cannot drive. Thus, getting to the store is difficult.
- I must bring in 3-4 items a week, so yeah, I save on shipping.
- Auto-subscriptions save a little.
- I have priced a lot of stuff over the years, and while Amazon is not always the best, the convenience is impressive.
- They have, multiple times, been incredibly helpful with customer service. Like above and beyond.
- COVID and nobody masks around here. I have an autoimmune condition, so it's important that I not leave unless it's a medical appointment or similar need.
- They just have stuff I can't find anywhere. Yes, as some have said, caveat emptor, but that's true for all the stores.
I also save a shit ton of money. When I used to browse Walmart or Target, I used to buy a lot of shit I didn't need. I don't get as distracted with focused buying. I also order from Aliexpress if I can wait 30 days, and I have only been ripped off three times in several years, for a total of maybe $35.
I'm not saying my way is better, and certainly not if it's better for you, but it's been a godsend to the house-bound.
I had an issue with a UK supplier shipping to me in the US because UK mail is owned by DHL. Two shipments made it to the US, made it to New York, made it through customs and then... "Attempted Delivery, Kein Standort ausgewiesen, US." Never seen again.
DHL kept trying to convince me and the seller that "Your German address is refusing shipment."
"Last delivery hop was Flushing, NY."
"No, last delivery hop was in Kein Standort ausgewiesen. That company refused shipment, it went back to the UK."
"'Kein Standort ausgewiesen' is German for 'No location reported,' dumbass. Where is my package?"
"... We don't know. Germany somewhere. Call them."
Thankfully my vendor has refunded my money. Sadly, he no longer will ship to the US because this keeps happening to his customers. :(
Your fever makes you warm. Warm is comfortable, like long forgotten warm rocks on the plains of the ancient Senengeti on cool days.
I married my first wife when she was 18 and I was 20. We went through a lot of hardship. It should not have worked out: we were both poor, from broken homes, in an LDR from different worlds. She was the popular girl, I was a shy and awkward nerd. When we got married, we had only been in one another's presence for a few weeks total. I went into the marriage not expecting a path or plan, as my parents were toxic which ended with my mother's suicide, and my mother in law had been married 4 times before she became single for the last time. None of us had healthy marriages to draw from. At our wedding, her relatives even said, "I give it two years, tops." We were desperately poor, and struggled most of our marriage with health and money issues.
But we made it work for 25 years. We'd still be married, but she passed away ten years ago. We became "foxhole buddies," us against the world.
Been a long time. The last time I got affected was via a Shockwave/Flash banner ad for the movie "Moulin Rouge," which dates this story. It's not so much that I clicked on it, but it was on a forum banner ad. I didn't get a virus as much as I got "VOULEZ-VOUS COUCHER AVEC MOI!!" screaming from my speakers from out of nowhere with no warning.
While the head of our Canadian operations was in my office.
Who, of course, spoke French.
Thankfully, she just teased me about it and I didn't get fired.
Been using an ad blocker ever since.
This could also be survivors bias.
Now, in my beliefs, I agree with you, having also lived that dialup BBS life in the late 80s and early 90s. But part of me always triggers when I hear "when I was a kid, I [did thing] and I turned out fine!" Because maybe we did, and those that didn't aren't posting about it. The same arguments are used about bike helmets and seat belts.
The social media of today is like comparing "I ate hamburgers as a kid, and I turned out fine," and comparing them to eating fast food burgers every day. There's a difference in volume, calories, and lifestyle.
My Costco card has a grainy photo on the back, too.
Disclosure: I work from home and enjoy it immensely. I never want to work in an office again.
There is that, and some rich people need to be boiled in their own pudding. But this affects all downtown businesses, even mom and pop shops. People will just flee like urban flight did when people went to the suburbs. What's left? I hear about "well, turn office buildings into residential space," but the logistics of that with fire codes, building codes, and urban planning are not drop in replacements. They can be done, but at great cost.
We're looking at an urban decay beyond what we've planned for. Minneapolis is terrified to become another Detroit or Gary Indiana.