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LIFE AS OF SINCE I LAST POSTED

I'm treating myself like I am hot shit and a niche celeb who stopped posting suddenly so just go along with it. No ego here, just a guy who likes writing/talking. I left my job the 10th of this month. That's the nice, don't beat yourself up about it, way I tell people when they ask about work. Truth is I got fired. 2025. Holy Fucking Cow. So many deaths. So many accidents. So many ' So Many 's. I'm an emotional guy. A cry baby, If you will. Whenever something out of ordinary/not scheduled programming happens, I need a day. This resulted in a lot of time off. Reasonable time off, I believed. Manage didn't agree with me. I was called a 'Unreliable Worker', with a, 'Unpredictable Schedule'. So they let me go. There I was, wondering the streets during lunch time, looking for something, ANYTHING, preferably cooking/culinary. My girlfriend believed I was at work, making momey to support us, two cats, and our very inexpensive rent, that I was miraculosly short on, again. I called friends, the family that would answer, and some old coworkers about who's hiring, and who is basically telling you to fuck off. This is the part of the story that sounds fake, I sat at a bench in front of arguably one of my favorite restaurants ever. McAdoo's Seafood Company. Dreaming of working there, learning the in's and out's, burning my finger tips, coming home smelling like the mediterranean, and going back to do it all again. As I'm looking at it, I see a hanging sign of a hand pointing to the left with "Enterance" written on it. It's to a steakhouse i've heard of, but never ate at, I figured I must as well try. I walked in, immediately realizing they're closed. And there is he, my savior, the reason I'm able to pay my rent, my everything, Steve. Typing away on his laptop, asks me, "Hey, how can I help you?" I was thrown off guard so hard to the point I stuttered to an extent I never have before. As I'm mumbling away, all I can get out of my stupid mouth was "I need a job." He laughed, asked what I'd be applying for, and I tell him culinary. He hands me an application, and interviews me on the spot, we talk about where I was working, my background, past jobs, ect. We talk for longer, and offers me the job, tells me to come back later to meet the kitchen manager. I do. Sweetest woman ever. We talk, get to know each other a bit. She asks me embarrassingly if I'd like to work the same day for how two of her cooks called in, I obviously say yes. And I've been there since. Some of the most amazing, kind, and stupid people I've ever met. You'd have to drag me out by my feet if you wanted me to leave. To whoever stayed and listened to my rambling, thank you, a lot.

@Falling-Leaf

May 26, 2025

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Find a job that’s clean

As I’m looking for a new job, I’m reminded why I wanted to leave my current job. I walked into work today and smelt the most horrid scent … dead rats! The exterminator said he found 6 rats and those left behind sooo many flies. It was so gross. My coworkers and I all held a fly killing contest, nasty way of making the best of the situation. Aside from today, I guess I don’t mind my job as much as I used to. I work in communication at the moment, but I’m looking to switch fields. I mostly post on the organization’s social media, update the website, file simple paperwork, and make sales for the storefront. I don’t feel the most satisfied from this job, but it’s okay for now. They are trying to help out in the community, which was a big reason for me working there, but they’re just underfunded. :( My current job does give me the opportunity to look through some old donations from the community. Today, I found some old yearbooks (pictured below).

@ilucasnoah

Apr 10, 2024

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I worked for a con artist who at one point owed me 20k in backpay

if you’ve seen “Inventing Anna” or know the Anna Sorokin story, it was a similar situation. Super charismatic employer who was very good at manipulating people and told the boldest lies with all the confidence in the world. A quintessential snake oil salesman. The work was cool and the team was great so all seemed good until it was time to get paid. Suddenly it was all problems with the bank, wire delays, promises that it would be done tomorrow etc etc. Most of the team was new so we accepted the delays. It was also early pandemic and pretty impossible to find work. We would get paid in bits and pieces eventually via Zelle, a check, a wire transfer, etc. But the delays got longer and longer. Very long story short, his payroll tab started piling up and I knew that if I left the job he’d never pay me what was owed (I had seen him do it to other colleagues). At the height of things he owed me 20k and by the time the “company” shut down and he fired everyone (he had pocketed enough revenue), I was only owed 2k 🙃

@lilsolano

Apr 18, 2024

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Never changing

My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌

@taterhole

Feb 23, 2025

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SURFING THE TIDES OF THE EVERYONE TAB

I am a woman of the people

@taterhole

May 28, 2025

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Rejecting the Commodification of the Self

I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments. We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume. On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics. By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance. For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look. In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.

@taterhole

Dec 27, 2024