I'm currently in a production support role in the US, and I'd never consider it: I work too closely with production operatives that they'd smell it on me. My last couple of role involved programming automated forklifts, so it was strictly forbidden.
Ten years ago I was doing an internship an engineering firm in the UK, and a few times we went out for a beer with lunch. It wasn't exactly common, but it did happen.
Tubular Bells, also known as the Theme from The Exorcist.
How to keep house while drowning by KC Davis: how it's not morally wrong to have a messy living space, and how to keep it livable even when you feel like you're overwhelmed.
I have ADHD and depression, this book was pivotal in helping me get out of the stereotypical "depression apartment" situation.
As a (legal) immigrant with a vanity plate... lmao.
I was going to suggest The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, after all, they will already have a towel.
Them: Can you perform under pressure?
Me: Mmm num ba de
Dum bum ba be
Doo buh dum ba beh beh
As someone who used to troubleshoot an extremely complex system for my day job, I can say I've worked my way across the entire bell curve.
The things is, if you try to parse html with a regex, you will always be able to construct valid html that will break it, no matter how complex your regex becomes.
We met on OkCupid. We were on opposite sides of the Atlantic, but she had a friend on this side, and they were comparing the "weird" profiles they were each finding. OkCupid has a "if you liked this person, you might like these more" section, and I appeared in there. She wasn't really looking to date anyone, but she clicked, messaged me, and we clicked. I moved to the US to be with her after a two-year long distance relationship, and we'll be celebrating our ten year wedding anniversary next year.
On the internet, no one can tell you're a duck.
Did anyone else read that to "The Distance" by Cake?