Sometimes it’s couched as “team player”. Some jobs I had it absolutely mattered who you were friends with.
One Thing After Another.
Look for volunteer opportunities. In my town I found a litter-picking group that met once a week. Then through members of that group I joined another one that maintains flower beds and planters around the town. Then joined an effort to rehabilitate an environment project on a nearby farm, and ended up in the beekeeping team. Another group I was in for a few years organises gentle walks for elderly folks. I learned a huge amount from all these things, and none of it cost me anything but time.
Some uk supermarkets have started dropping the use by date in favour of codes like this. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-45786012 The article says it’s to reduce waste and that staff will have special training to know when to bin stuff. I imagine the training is in how to read the codes.
Both sides have elevators. One side also has the bridge lift, the mechanism that raises the central bridge to let ships through.
Yeah. I knitted gorgeous socks and scarves in hand-dyed merino for some good friends. Come Christmas they obviously thought, oh MrsDoyle likes knitting, let's get her something knitting related! A selection of the cheapest, nastiest acrylic in hideous colours and some needles. Oooooh. Thank you so much.
Consider this: a million seconds is 12 days. A billion seconds is 31 years. It really helps me understand just how obscenely wealthy these people are, how much money they are hoarding. They're leeches.
I had an ex boyfriend I'd stayed in touch with phone me to say he was now a Christian and part of his new-found faith was contacting people he'd treated badly in the past and apologising. So, he realised now that he had not been a good friend, and he was very sorry for any hurt he'd caused me. I accepted the apology and we chatted a bit.
A few weeks later he called again, this time to ask me to sign an affidavit affirming that he was a good person and had been a good friend to me. This was to support his effort to gain custody of a baby, who may or may not have been his, from his most recent ex, along with her two sons, who definitely weren't. I said absolutely NOT and told him why. He hung up, and I haven't heard from him since. Such a great friend, lol.
My father, a union organiser: "You can love the company all you like, but the company will never love you back."
Stood me in good stead down the years.
Amazon gets these dumb answers because it emails buyers with the questions. So Joe Blow gets an email saying, "will this fit my XYZ?" and he answers, "I don't know, but it works ok on my ABC". It makes the Q&A section mostly useless.
I don't generally judge people based on their appearance, but this man's face gives me the heebie-jeebies. There's something alienating about the lack of affect he seems to have, plus his features seem to be an approximation of a human face - the mouth is too small, the ears too big, the forehead too shiny...
I’m going with beekeeping as my “field” because it’s my main hobby now I’m retired. So. Many. Misconceptions. The Bee Movie was not a documentary, people! The mating process for honeybees is horrifying and you don’t want to know. Male bees have one job, and then they die. If they don’t do that job, they still die; their sisters kick them out at the end of summer. Plus, I was talking to someone the other day who didn’t realise we let the bees just roam around.