I thought teams sucked as a user experience… my last job, well my last job I was IT. If it involved a computer I was involved.
Anyways, administrating teams is a fucking god awful nightmare, honestly a lot of Microsoft’s eco system is awful as a sysadmin. But teams and sharepoint take the cake for being fucked.
Nah, been a minute since I dug that laptop out of a bag.
The gashes I gather all come from a lab network I set up at home.
Just practice, studying towards changing to a security role from more general IT roles.
Edit: gashes = hashes, leave per request lol.
I having a gaming laptop. 13 inch Razer blase stealth.
I bought it for the GPU and its compact size.
Let’s me do some hash cracking while at work, though if its some serious work I’ll boot into Linux on my gaming rig and do it there, but I don’t like to tie it down when I could be playing games.
As I get older and older I have less and leas free time.
Was that based on a more adult (but still young) reading level? The name sounds familiar and I grew up on RL Stine until I found the deluge of books set in the forgotten realms (Dungeons and Dragons setting, for clarity, not written by Stine)
Imagine losing your father in a tragic fashion, only for Hollywood execs to make a marketable facsimile of appearance and voice. If they could store his corpse and make it dance like a marionette they would.
Talk about retraumatizing the poor lady.
I was a severe insomniac at the time, and this event lead to a diagnosis of Bipolar disorder. It happened a few times, but this was the worst. Got on meds and have been fine since. Enough prefacing.
I was at, for lack of a more specialized term, my cousins house. The oldest one of them was right around my age, but she was out of town for a competition, so I crashed in her room. At some point in the night, I’m full on hallucinating after not sleeping much in a while.
Dark, cloaked figures, in the corner of the room, chanting in some language I didn’t recognize. I don’t mean I didn’t understand it, it sounded difficult to pronounce with a human mouth. This went on until the sun rose. I’d check the corners, and nothing, get back in bed and there they go again.
For people wondering, yes, manic episodes along with their common presentations, can also present as hallucinations. It took 20 years, from a diagnosis and depression as a child, to bipolar diagnosis, to fine tuning meds, to stable.
I’m dealing with a person resistant to any kind of therapy right now and I just want to scream at them that if their docs aren’t helping, try a different one, don’t give up. 20 fucking years. Over half my life struggling for a solution. It takes time and work, both.
If you need mental health assistance, or even if you’ve just had a really tough patch, find the appropriate professional for you. It doesn’t mean you’re crazy, it just means you’re struggling. They help with tools to help stop struggling. Sometimes yeah, its pills. Other times its adapting your behavior and expectations to produce better more satisfying results.
They do get sold directly to some consumers, if its free product its all profit, though both your points are also valid.
Sole IT person for a corporation and was on call 24/7/365.
It was just supposed to be a help desk position.
It was for an MSP that… Well, the whole thing was a nightmare, but I had lost my IT hospitality job due to covid and the place shuttering. I was desperate.
Don’t know much about my current neighbors and don’t want.
The people we used to live next door to were great. L came over as me and my BIL were handing out candy, and any adults got a shot if they wanted.
After the kids went to bed L came over to our place and we got ridiculously drunk. L passed out in the kitchen and we let him sleep some of it off before helping him back next-door when we met M, his wife.
Probably my favorite story is when M texted L and said she thought there was a snake in the backyard, and being drunk we went to investigate immediately. Not the expected reaction, so when I knocked on the back door (it was late-ish) I’m greeted with a double barrel shotgun. M apologizes and says its not loaded, at which point I drunkenly admonished her that if she’s gonna point a gun at someone unknown, it should be loaded in case she really needed it.
We got to be really great friends with that family, and then they moved for work. Still miss them years later.
I’ve developed some PTSD like symptoms for when my phone goes off.
Notification, call, whatever. Immediate panic and I have to remember to breathe.
Even trimming every notification I can, it still happens several times throughout the day, and my phone only has audible notifications when I’m at home, most from my wife.
I left that job over a year ago and still I can’t shake it.
I found a script for bypassing captive portals on Linux back in the day…
The full functionality of how it works escapes me at the moment, but essentially it searches the network for a host that possibly already connected through the captive portal and spoofs their MAC address.
This isn’t the one I originally found, but its the same principal and a Kali tool, so it may be considered more secure than the original bash script I copied back in the day:
Requiem for a Dream - Especially now, later in life when I see addiction in so many people in my personal life.
It is a powerful movie on the various ways addiction can take hold of your life, even with doctor prescribed medication.
That being said, unless you’re into the final scene with Jennifer Connoley, it’s not something you’d necessarily want to watch again.
Side note, if you did enjoy it and want a look into mental health issues in a similar lense, among other things, Pi is a great movie by the same guy.
They probably recognized enough to tell it was a Germanic language, but knows no German.
That would be a very common response in my area, but it was settled prominently by German immigrants.
There’s a subtle awareness you get growing up around people who are very proud of their Germanic heritage, but not in a racist way like some would assume from the south.
I had an issue switching away from Pop!, and it may have been a one off, but when I tried to install a different distro, and it wound up screwing up my boot partition to the point the easiest thing was just to run a live distro, pop open parted, and wipe from there before I could install a different distro.
Mostly mentioning it because it was annoying to figure out and remedy - the remedy was annoying because I only had one flash drive so I had to wipe what I wanted to install, and just wasting time regarding that.
Did the prick die, or just get a golden parachute?
That has become the primary use for my flipper, lol.
I wore vans up until my mid late 30s, but even with a desk job my feet killed after a day.
So now I have running shoes with more support and its helped. I also have a pair of combat boots, but they’re more difficult to get on when I’m half asleep and trying to get to work.
So yeah, you might just have enough youth left to get by with vans lol.
Tell that to, I dunno, everyone else.
They certainly think so.
I’ve been wary of corporations since I first read Neuromancer.
As a bipolar epileptic, I got this phrase a lot.
I wasn’t an old soul, I was severely depressed and suicidal.
We keep the front mowed for the HOA.
The backyard can grow until we worry about snakes affecting our pups.
We have a front garden that gets no care outside HOA recommendations. It came with the house.
Can’t wait until I can OWN a house, but the market (with all the influences upon it) isn’t there.
I’m saving, and considering moving to another state, if that helps all the pedantic monsters our there.