Seconded, I use a Define 7 and it’s fantastic. Best big black box I’ve ever owned.

Have you checked out United Allergy Services? They claim to have self-administered allergy shots.

Sold by Nrnrnrg, a small “Ukrainian”* family owned company trusted for generations, established last week!

*designed in the Ukraine but assembled and shipped by our “trusted Chinese partners”**.

** partnership also first formed last week, sight unseen.

And they’re all out of ideas!

This you?

Insert Tubgirl.flv

If you don’t know, I don’t know if I’d suggest looking it up.

I know they make terrible shirts.

Whoa, that post history. Now I have to wonder if this is a fetish or if OP has an obsessive/compulsive disorder.

Indeed, this isn’t my only account, nor is it even my primary.

At least on Lemmy.world, it’s now visible when comments are removed. It’s not uncommon that I see multiple comments complaining about what the tankies are going to do and few to no removed comments. Given Lemmy.world is also the instance whose members I see gripe about tankies the most, I currently believe it’s just people using an out group to achieve some sort of personal goal, even if it’s just as simple as wanting to comment but not really having a lot to say.

Tankies are pretty annoying, but what’s much more annoying to me now is people whinging on about tankies that aren’t even there. The amount of comments to the effect of “just wait for the tankies to read this and do (X)” vastly out numbers the number of comments I see from actual tankies. More often than not, those tankies fail to ever materialize.

Seriously. If these “media pros” are actually concerned, it appears my personal server adheres to higher standards than their industry.

Right now, many are! Fight back and retake our rightful place as people with rights above those of corporations.

No no, you really weren’t off base. Even if they were owned by Walmart, I doubt they could do worse.

That’s great, I’m glad you got some deals!

The thing about them is their low wages and reluctance to train their employees meant high-end goods were often priced very low. Levi’s jeans were $10-15 a pair while designer jeans were priced at $5. I recall someone donating a batch of Hermés scarves. None of the pricers knew the brand, so they put them out for $1 each. I bought them all for 50% off (employee discount!) and hit eBay. This kind of thing happened weekly so the employees were always looking for things we could resell. We made less than $20k/year, that’s how we scraped by!

I’m not sure how other stores are, but mine was a great example of being a penny wise and a pound foolish.

So, I’m not trying to be the “ackshually” guy.

Value Village isn’t owned by Walmart.

Buuuut, you’re still right. They’re absolutely a shit company. I was an assistant supervisor at Value Village a couple of decades ago. First, they’re 100% for profit but advertise in such a way that consumers believe they’re a charity. What they do is buy donations from charities by the pound. Any donations accepted at the store on behalf of a charity are paid at a drastically reduced rate, so of course they push HARD for customers to bring donations directly to the store.

The shit cherry on top was the stores lying to charities about the quality of received goods to avoid paying. If clothes, for example, were soiled, they’d refuse to pay for the entire batch. Stores would find a few dirty shirts, claim the entire cart was crap, claw the money back, and sell the rest of the cart.

The company makes a HUGE profit but pays their employees peanuts. Our head cashier had worked for the company for eight years and capped out at $7.25/hour in 2003, about $14 today. One year, they announced no raises, no reason given. My then girlfriend and I discovered the owners had purchased a cabin in Northern California for use by the c-suite douches. The store manager was pulling in $60k a year, plus bonus, in a very low cost of living area. Me? $8.25 per hour.

What else? They incentivize under staffing by making a supervisor’s paltry bonuses tied to their staffing budget. Staying at budget meant no bonus. They had to come in under budget for any bonus, and the more “savings” the higher the bonus. I got chewed out when I first started scheduling because I used all the hours allotted in the budget. The store went from a shit hole to being fairly respectable but it would eat into my boss’s bonus. Her maximum annual bonus? $2.5k.

So they may not be owned by Walmart, but they’re the Walmart of thrift stores. Fuck those guys.

Welcome to Murica, where you have the FREEDOM to receive subpar care when you need help the most.

I’m a fellow citizen of the bald eagle who also has dealt with psychological issues and the United States’s terrible health and mental care system. I read through your posts and saw you’re thinking of ending it. I don’t know your situation, but I’ve been somewhere similar. I have an incurable, chronic, progressive health condition that causes some disability and just hurts like a motherfucker. Not looking for sympathy, just explaining.

I was dead set on ending it because I couldn’t imagine going through life always in pain, being a burden to my spouse, family, and friends, and just being a big overall sad sack like I was. Obviously I didn’t. I got help and worked through my giant pile of issues and I’m glad I did. I think about how I was then and my life now with my wife and friends and my stupid, silly cats and I always start crying because I love all of them and everything so much and I was so close to giving all of this away.

I agree with you 100% - everyone should have bodily autonomy, including the right to end your life as you see fit. Just give it a lot of thought. It’s fucking morbid, but what kept me going for the first few weeks is that I could always kill myself later. I didn’t need to make a decision then, I could always make a decision later if trying to make things better was as impossible as it seemed. It was a ton of work and it really sucked sometimes but it got better. Even when things regressed hard, I kept looking for ways to keep improving because at the heart of it, I really didn’t want to die, I just couldn’t imagine living, so I worked on making a life that I could believe in.

No matter what, don’t look at this as a failing. People like us can have a certain strength and appreciation for life that others who haven’t had to deal with this don’t understand. If you need to talk with someone who at least might get it, I’m here.

You and many others probably know this already but for those that don’t: in countries like the United States, private prisons actually lobby to make it more likely that previous offenders will return to jail. They seek stricter sentencing so offenders are incarcerated longer and to remove funding for nonprofits and programs that provide rehabilitation.

Relevant article: https://www.aclu.org/news/smart-justice/private-prison-giant-corecivics-wants-corner-mass

Just let that sink in. There are human beings that are doing their best to make sure people fail and are punished without rehabilitation, hoping they become trapped in the prison system, all so shareholders can make a buck. How fucked up is that?

There’s a great book called Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving. It’s mostly a primer on how CPTSD works but does have content on what to do about it. Just putting a name to things is huge.

I started with the audiobook, primarily listening to it on my drive home. I knew it had nailed it for me when I realized I had spent an entire week’s worth of commutes home rage crying.

I’m a microbiologist in the US, it’s at least eight years for us.