i used to work for a big soul-less company and now i do accounting for a tiny company with like 25 total employees. my boss brings us treats when she goes on trips and we all sit and have lunch together and it feels like family dinner and people are paid fairly and it feels real good, man.
Either fries, hash browns, potato gnocchi, Pierogis, potato pancakes, or just a regular ole friggin potato. anything so long as it has potatoes.
There, world peace for everyone.
I’m finally putting a roof over the deck I built a couple years ago. I’ve probably screwed up a number of things with it, but seeing as it will never have much, if any, substantial weight on it I’m not worried.
There’s something special about creating things with your own hands that feels fantastic, regardless of how “perfect” it is.
