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  • It really varies too much between industries to give a single answer. Someone at an insurance company is going to be doing something vastly different than an accountant, and they’ll be different from an architect (though only part of what architects do is in the office).

    That being said, office work for the average worker, as in a salaried or hourly worker with a fairly rigidly defined job description, is usually going to be paperwork, even though there’s not always paper involved.

    It’s taking information and moving it around, in one way or another.

    As an example, one of my exes worked for a company that handles employee benefits, investments, and other services to other companies. Lets say a worker has an IRA, gets a nice insurance policy, and there’s a pension fund.

    Her job is to take data from the company that contracted with the company she worked for, enter that data into the system in an properly formatted way, run calculations, then trigger the appropriate funds being moved from one account to another. No meetings unless something goes wrong. It’s all day data entry and management.

    Now, before that job, she worked at a tax service under a CPA. She would get actual paper back then. Receipts, forms, and look for deductions for the client, then print out the church correct tax form, have the client sign it, then send it off. She would finish one, then start the next, all day long during tax season. Off season, she would be receiving accounting records from clients and entering them into the system of the company she worked for, and process things like withholding.

    Pretty much, neither of those jobs required leaving the desk her entire shift.

    Now, my best friend runs a department at a community college. He leaves the actual desk frequently. There’s meeting with his superiors, meetings with his underlings, meetings with vendors, budgeting work, orders, policy decisions, disciplinary decisions, and the list keeps on going.

    My best friend’s husband was a flunky at architectural firm. When he was on a project, his job was drafting designs per specifications given to him. It required doing some oh the work, meeting with the architect, then changing anything per their decisions, or finalizing those plans. From there, once plans were ready to be used by someone to build something, he would essentially coordinate between contractors and his office to troubleshoot any snags with things like permits, supply issues, etc. So it was usually a lot of desk with work over a few weeks or months, then weeks or months barely at a desk, but still mostly in office.


    Myself, I never had a long term office job. But, during recovery from a work related injury, I was pulled into the office of the home health company I worked for. My injury precluded patient care, but I was okay for light duty.

    I was placed in staffing. I would roll in early, about 6 AM, and check for any call-ins. That would be employees needing to have their case covered by someone else for whatever reason. I would call other caregivers based on availability, proximity to the patient, and hours already worked. The last one was to avoid overtime unless absolutely necessary.

    The software used, I would type in the name, and their details would pop up with their address, phone number, and current schedule. Same with the patient.

    The first step for me was always to check the patient’s location, because that let me filter out people on the list as available by proximity before anything else, since I would have to just go down the list. I’d enter a name, check the location, and decide who to short list. Once I had the short list, I’d verify they were not going into OT, and start calling, with priority given to employees that had requested more hours.

    Most of the time, a call-in would take fifteen to twenty minutes to resolve.

    Once the morning run was over, it would be time for a quick coffee and come back to handle any afternoon call-ins in the same way. Have lunch, then repeat for evening/night call-ins.

    During the few months I was doing it, most of the time, that was handled by maybe 2 or 3 in the afternoon. Some days it was all handled before lunch, and very occasionally by the time the coffee break was available. Very variable because there are days when folks just didn’t call in as much. And there were days it was crazy, particularly when there’d be something like a bad flu run through local schools and the parents would either catch it, or need to take care of their kids.

    But, usually, the afternoons were either straight up bullshitting with the ladies in the office (not flirting or messing with, just swapping healthcare war stories), or helping with sorting out patient intake and/or prioritizing staffing for new patients. A new patient means you either shuffle staff around, hire new caregivers, or break it to the bosslady that someone is going to need overtime until the other options could happen. Since I knew pretty much everyone, I was good at figuring out who would be a good pick for a patient’s needs.

    A few times, I did some of the initial onboarding for new caregivers. Get them the employee handbook, introduce them around, talk about expectations, that kind of happy horseshit.

    Tbh, I liked it most days, but not as much as patient care. Don’t think I could have done it for years or anything, but as a temporary thing, it was nice.

    See? Totally different daily routines and work between industries.



  • You gotta understand something. It’s all speculation.

    There’s no official rules stating a pope has to be a certain age. There’s no procedural factors that make it mandatory.

    This means that unless the Cardinals over time state that age was a factor in their voting, the rest of us can only guess, and the Cardinals involved in the election are supposed to never reveal what goes on during the voting.

    While it’s definitely possible to apply sound reasoning into why popes tend to be well past middle age overall, there have been popes under 50, and even a couple under 40. One was a pope multiple times, and was first elected at 12. That’s Benedict the 9th, and it was over a thousand years ago, but still.

    The Cardinals are supposed to be picking the pope based on their worthiness to be pope, but there’s been plenty of times where it was politics and power mongering all the way.

    Like any institution, the church has changed and shifted over its incredibly long history, with all the ups and downs of its influence, wealth, and power. So, obviously, selection of leadership isn’t always the same.

    In our lifetimes, we’ve not had anyone under their 50s. And there seems to be a general trend towards popes with known and proven ranges of belief about the major issues that the church aristocracy deems important.

    To me, that points to selection excluding younger candidates because it’s hard to have a reasonable certainty about a candidate’s specific beliefs on a given issue until they’ve had time to show their beliefs, or speak about them consistently. However, that assumes all the Cardinals are acting in good faith, with the pun being both intentional and relevant.

    I think it can be safely argued that the popes of the last fifty years have been compromise picks. Fairly conservative in most things, but with outlying stances that move away from established practice. And I use conservative not in the standard political way, but with it being more about “conserving” established dogma and policies within the church. That those policies match other uses of conservative is true, but one doesn’t have to follow the other.

    When a candidate is a compromise it tends to end up where the need for a body of reputation and history is even more important during negotiations and arguments about who to elect, so it would make sense that age would be a factor because of that.

    But even all of those conclusions are speculation, it just includes the reasoning for that speculation.




  • Mastodon on my pen name.

    Piefed for the hell of it.

    Used to use one of the “key” forks, but the instance I was on shut down, and I never went back.

    Haven’t really bothered with the rest because they don’t fit any needs, and tend to be based around things that aren’t my personal interests enough to use regularly. Peertube, I’ll never put videos up, but I use it when other people link to it.

    That’s really it. I don’t want/need the kind of services friendica is for, nor whatever the name of the Instagram clone is, and loops is totally not my thing.

    I don’t have anything against them, mind you, I just don’t use those kind of platforms





  • Totally fake, and gay. Anon never has sex, and if they did, it would be up their own ass

    That being said, old man babbling incoming

    Why people gotta always want the crazy shit? Like, can we not just have some nice, gentle, loving sex more often? Why we all gotta pretend there’s a camera on and be all contorted and have things shoved in our ears and shit?

    Like, motherfuckers, put on some Barry White and get your slow jam on. Get some deep, grinding, balls up against them fucking going. Let that fucking fire build up until you both melt into each other.

    I ain’t saying to never get your pound on! Nah, as long as your partner is up for it, play big daddy jackhammer. But gods damn, that ain’t a fucking fleshlight you’re inside of, and that ain’t a giant dildo you’re riding. It’s a person, explore that motherfucker, get that deep fucking going on. And I don’t mean where the dick is knocking on the cervix and wanting in, I mean feel that shit, feel every inch sliding in and out of that steamy goodness.

    See, you do that kind of fucking, when one or both of you get to the climax, that shit comes out of your soul. You want that shit to be mind altering, where you’re seeing dragons fucking and unicorns rearing against alien skies and shit.

    You the one with the dick, you fuck that pussy like you love it, like it’s the most precious thing in the world. You the one with that pussy, you wrap that thing up in your hot and salty goodness and hug it tight like it just got home from the war.

    Make love with that shit


  • Because Sir Patrick Stewart is one of the most handsome dudes to ever walk the planet, even today.

    The character being a fairly assertive and confident leader without bravado or machismo helps. He’s smart, capable, kind when allowed to be.

    Picard is a perfect example of everything star trek represents, in a way, and is definitely the epitome of what star fleet and the federation were supposed to be.

    But, legit, I’m cis het, and if Patrick Stewart asked for a handy, I’d grab the lotion.



  • My damn problem is invasives.

    We used to have an all native yard. But as my disability has gotten worse, maintaining that state has gotten prohibitive. Then that fucking hurricane messed things up, and it’s pretty much wrecked in the terms of native plantings now.

    Don’t get me wrong, it’s actually really pretty, all wild and green. But trying to get rid of stuff like kudzu is not an easy task, and it isn’t the only thing that’s taken advantage.




  • To be fair, pretty much any bird that isn’t exclusively an herbivore will do that if the opportunity arises. Birds be vicious little predators fo sho.

    Hell, there’s a cardinal that hangs around our house, and I’ve seen him eating a dead bird before. Well, picking pieces of it off, then flying into the shrubbery, then coming back in a few seconds. I assume he was eating it, since they nest in a different section of the yard. So I wouldn’t even be surprised if pretty much any bird would go after unprotected chicks if the chance arises.

    And all of them will eat eggs, afaik, if they can crack them, our they find one cracked already.

    It’s a common joke to refer to their dinosaur ancestry, but even those cute like songbirds have a savage side, just like their more intimidating kin.



  • That’s so damn cool to see! I thought I was fucking crazy!

    Years and years ago, I made friends with some crows. So they’d hang around our yard a lot, kind of like their home base. I’d see that kind of thing, and wonder wtf was going on, but any time I’d tell somebody, it was like I was trying to prank them or something (I mean, not without reason, I am known for telling tall tales that turn into absurdity. I always fess up at the end, but it does mean I get the side eye a lot).

    But nobody I ever told about it had ever seen it.

    I’ve even seen jays do it a couple of times.