I don't know how to categorize it.
I'm scared.
My boss just asked me "what's the time?" while having a very distinct dad joke grin, and I went off on him.
Some context: the guy were talking about is indeed an asshole most of the time. He comes and goes as he pleases, he keeps pushing the "fear not, for I see and hear all! Your mortal hubris cannot be hidden from my cameras!" image (standard boss stuff so far), however, he also has a distinct fetish for mobile phones. Specifically, using them outside of break time.
It was 14:52, I was walking with my phone out, he asked me for the time. I blew the fuck up.
Sure, "what's the time =D" is his favorite work joke. Still, I should've just said what the time was and stuff it back in my trousers, following his script.
I have no "in my defense" here. It was random, it was out of place, I had no reason to react that way, yet I did. Really wish I knew why.
I suppose I had, that "joke" is the equivalent of a mosquito buzzing around the ear. Still, not a proportionate reaction.
I've dropped the careful defense line I built up around avoiding White Coats at all times and am rushing to get evaluated tomorrow.
Not going to mention the ctb stuff, obviously, going to disconnect this phone from everything and carefully cherry pick what I'm deleting with bootloader.
Unless you got better ideas how to remove ctb evidence from this device, of course. I'm all ears.
I suppose this would be the purpose of this thread: offer me solutions to carefully nuke certain files out in a natural looking way or an unrecoverable one. Not much shit needs to be nuked, so that's a small relief.
Edit: this looks much smaller on pc. lol
It's roughly three hours later. Smoked about half of my remaining cigs, tapping into the emergency reserve. Need to roll a new emergency reserve.
Tomorrow I'm taking a four-five hour one-way ride to a nuthouse to be evaluated. I'm less emotional, slowly getting back into my normal Terminator "mood".
Well, Terminator with a fucked-up right shoulder.
I've been having way too many "close to losing my job" moments this year. I know what caused the other ones, but this? Not standard issue Kepprage. No idea what the fuck this is, still. Guessing we'll find out tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be long...
I'm scared.
My boss just asked me "what's the time?" while having a very distinct dad joke grin, and I went off on him.
Some context: the guy were talking about is indeed an asshole most of the time. He comes and goes as he pleases, he keeps pushing the "fear not, for I see and hear all! Your mortal hubris cannot be hidden from my cameras!" image (standard boss stuff so far), however, he also has a distinct fetish for mobile phones. Specifically, using them outside of break time.
It was 14:52, I was walking with my phone out, he asked me for the time. I blew the fuck up.
Sure, "what's the time =D" is his favorite work joke. Still, I should've just said what the time was and stuff it back in my trousers, following his script.
I have no "in my defense" here. It was random, it was out of place, I had no reason to react that way, yet I did. Really wish I knew why.
I suppose I had, that "joke" is the equivalent of a mosquito buzzing around the ear. Still, not a proportionate reaction.
I've dropped the careful defense line I built up around avoiding White Coats at all times and am rushing to get evaluated tomorrow.
Not going to mention the ctb stuff, obviously, going to disconnect this phone from everything and carefully cherry pick what I'm deleting with bootloader.
Unless you got better ideas how to remove ctb evidence from this device, of course. I'm all ears.
I suppose this would be the purpose of this thread: offer me solutions to carefully nuke certain files out in a natural looking way or an unrecoverable one. Not much shit needs to be nuked, so that's a small relief.
Edit: this looks much smaller on pc. lol
It's roughly three hours later. Smoked about half of my remaining cigs, tapping into the emergency reserve. Need to roll a new emergency reserve.
Tomorrow I'm taking a four-five hour one-way ride to a nuthouse to be evaluated. I'm less emotional, slowly getting back into my normal Terminator "mood".
Well, Terminator with a fucked-up right shoulder.
I've been having way too many "close to losing my job" moments this year. I know what caused the other ones, but this? Not standard issue Kepprage. No idea what the fuck this is, still. Guessing we'll find out tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be long...
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