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First Job: Every CS Grads first job
First Job: Every CS Grads first job

Every CS Grads first job

First Job: Every graduating senior is scared, to some degree, of the future, but this was on a different level. When my class left our liberal arts experience, we scattered to temporary gigs: I worked at a dude ranch; another friend nannied for the summer; one got a job on a farm in New Zealand; others became raft guides and transitioned to ski instructors. We didn't think our first job was important; it was just a job and would eventually, meanderingly lead to The Job. But these students were convinced that their first job out of college would not only determine their career trajectory, but also their intrinsic value for the rest of their lives. I told one student, whose dozens of internship and fellowship applications yielded no results, that she should move somewhere fun, get any job, and figure out what interests her and what kind of work she doesn't want to do - a suggestion that prompted wailing. "But what'll I tell my parents?" she said. "I want a cool job I'm passionate about!" Those expectations encapsulate the millennial rearing project, in which students internalize the need to find employment that reflects well on their parents (steady, decently paying, recognizable as a "good job") that's also impressive to their peers (at a "cool" company) and fulfills what they've been told has been the end goal of all of this childhood optimization: doing work that you're passionate about. Whether that job is as a professional sports player, a Patagonia social media manager, a programmer at a startup, or a partner at a law firm seems to matter less than checking all of those boxes. What's worse, the feeling of accomplishment that follows an exhausting task passing the final! Finishing the massive work project! - never comes. "The exhaustion experienced in burnout combines an intense yearning for this state of completion with the tormenting sense that it cannot be attained that there is always some demand or anxiety or distraction which can't be silenced," Josh Cohen, a psychoanalyst specializing in burnout, writes. "You josieandthepussycatsofficial: reading this article is like staring into a mirror https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/annehelenpetersen/millennials-burnout-generation-debt-work
First Job: Every graduating senior is scared, to some degree, of the future, but this was
 on a different level. When my class left our liberal arts experience, we
 scattered to temporary gigs: I worked at a dude ranch; another friend
 nannied for the summer; one got a job on a farm in New Zealand; others
 became raft guides and transitioned to ski instructors. We didn't think our
 first job was important; it was just a job and would eventually, meanderingly
 lead to The Job.
 But these students were convinced that their first job out of college would not
 only determine their career trajectory, but also their intrinsic value for the
 rest of their lives. I told one student, whose dozens of internship and
 fellowship applications yielded no results, that she should move somewhere
 fun, get any job, and figure out what interests her and what kind of work she
 doesn't want to do - a suggestion that prompted wailing. "But what'll I tell
 my parents?" she said. "I want a cool job I'm passionate about!"

 Those expectations encapsulate the millennial rearing project, in which
 students internalize the need to find employment that reflects well on their
 parents (steady, decently paying, recognizable as a "good job") that's also
 impressive to their peers (at a "cool" company) and fulfills what they've been
 told has been the end goal of all of this childhood optimization: doing work
 that you're passionate about. Whether that job is as a professional sports
 player, a Patagonia social media manager, a programmer at a startup, or a
 partner at a law firm seems to matter less than checking all of those boxes.

 What's worse, the feeling of accomplishment that follows an exhausting task
 passing the final! Finishing the massive work project! - never comes. "The
 exhaustion experienced in burnout combines an intense yearning for this
 state of completion with the tormenting sense that it cannot be attained
 that there is always some demand or anxiety or distraction which can't be
 silenced," Josh Cohen, a psychoanalyst specializing in burnout, writes. "You
josieandthepussycatsofficial:

reading this article is like staring into a mirror
https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/annehelenpetersen/millennials-burnout-generation-debt-work

josieandthepussycatsofficial: reading this article is like staring into a mirror https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/annehelenpetersen/...

First Job: "In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa construct is not a lie that gets discovered, but an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready | take them out "for coffee" at the local wherever. We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is made "You sure have arown an awful lot this year. Not only are you taller, but l can see that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior, consideration of people's feelings, good deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past year]. In fact, your heart has grown so much that I think you are ready to become a Santa Claus You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have even told you that there is no Santa. A lot of children think that, because they arent ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the kid from cookies to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!" Make sure you maintain the proper conspiratorial tone We then have the child choose someone they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S mission is to secretly, deviously, find out something that the person needs, and then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and never reveal to the target where it came from. Being a Santa isn't about getting credit, you see. It's unselfish giving My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the corner. She really Was horrible--had a fence around the house and would never let the kids go in and get a stray ball or Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter, etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove to school that she came out every morning to get her paper in bare feet, so he decided she needed slippers. So then he had to go spy and decide how big her feet were. He hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she was a medium. We went to Kmart and bought warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa. After dinner one evening, he slipped down to her house, and slid the package under her driveway gate. The next morning, we watched her waddle out to get the paper, pick up the present, and go inside. My son was all excited, and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. The next morning, as we drove off, there she was, out getting her paper--wearing the slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind him that NO ONE could ever know what he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa Over the years, he chose a good number of targets, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend's daughters. These people were and are very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son's face When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo with the induction speech. They are both excellent gifters, by the way, and never felt that they had been lied to-because they were let in on the Secret of Beinga Santa geekinglikeaboss: cunningcelt: hilarious-nefarious: Source This is bloody genius
First Job: "In our family, we have a special way of
 transitioning the kids from receiving from
 Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the
 Santa construct is not a lie that gets
 discovered, but an unfolding series of
 good deeds and Christmas spirit
 When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see
 that dawning suspicion that Santa may
 not be a material being, that means the
 child is ready
 | take them out "for coffee" at the local
 wherever. We get a booth, order our
 drinks, and the following pronouncement
 is made
 "You sure have arown an awful lot this
 year. Not only are you taller, but l can see
 that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out
 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior,
 consideration of people's feelings, good
 deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past
 year]. In fact, your heart has grown so
 much that I think you are ready to
 become a Santa Claus

 You probably have noticed that most of
 the Santas you see are people dressed up
 ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have
 even told you that there is no Santa. A lot
 of children think that, because they arent
 ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE
 Tell me the best things about Santa. What
 does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead
 the kid from cookies to the good feeling
 of having done something for someone
 else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your
 first job as a Santa!"
 Make sure you maintain the proper
 conspiratorial tone
 We then have the child choose someone
 they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S
 mission is to secretly, deviously, find out
 something that the person needs, and
 then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and
 never reveal to the target where it came
 from. Being a Santa isn't about getting
 credit, you see. It's unselfish giving

 My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the
 corner. She really Was horrible--had a
 fence around the house and would never
 let the kids go in and get a stray ball or
 Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter,
 etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove
 to school that she came out every
 morning to get her paper in bare feet, so
 he decided she needed slippers. So then
 he had to go spy and decide how big her
 feet were. He hid in the bushes one
 Saturday, and decided she was a
 medium. We went to Kmart and bought
 warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and
 tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa.
 After dinner one evening, he slipped down
 to her house, and slid the package under
 her driveway gate. The next morning, we
 watched her waddle out to get the paper,
 pick up the present, and go inside. My son
 was all excited, and couldn't wait to see
 what would happen next. The next
 morning, as we drove off, there she was,
 out getting her paper--wearing the
 slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind
 him that NO ONE could ever know what
 he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa

 Over the years, he chose a good number
 of targets, always coming up with a
 unique present just for them. One year, he
 polished up his bike, put a new seat on it,
 and gave it to one of our friend's
 daughters. These people were and are
 very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok
 The look on her face, when she saw the
 bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was
 almost as good as the look on my son's
 face
 When it came time for Son #2 to join the
 ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo
 with the induction speech. They are both
 excellent gifters, by the way, and never
 felt that they had been lied to-because
 they were let in on the Secret of Beinga
 Santa
geekinglikeaboss:

cunningcelt:

hilarious-nefarious:
Source

This is bloody genius

geekinglikeaboss: cunningcelt: hilarious-nefarious: Source This is bloody genius

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:
birdonabird:

avatar-14:

tastefullyoffensive:
(via lowghen)
MAKE HIM REGRET
*spec prep*
BEING BORN
*spec prep*

So my husband tells a story about a guy he worked with at his first job. They’d regularly go to a Thai restaurant near their office - one of those really legit places where grandma is the chef. So the guy says one day to their server, looks this girl dead in the eye, and says “You can’t make it hot enough.”
Server gives him this look like “your funeral” and takes the order to the kitchen. GRANDMA COMES OUT AND LOOKS AT THIS POOR WHITE BOY, shakes her head, and goes back in the kitchen.
When the dish comes out, it’s a solid mass of just RED. Dudes at the table are dying just sitting near it. This guy tries his damnedest, gets about five bites in, and can’t do it. Mr You-cant-make-it-hot-enough was fucking obliterated by Chef Grandma.
And to add insult to injury, they replaced the dish for him, and GRANDMA BRINGS IT OUT, gives him a look and shakes her head.
I think there’s a reasonable chance this was his receipt.

HE BROUGHT IT ON HIMSELF BY TALKING SHIT ABOUT THEIR PAD THAI

thefingerfuckingfemalefury: birdonabird: avatar-14: tastefullyoffensive: (via lowghen) MAKE HIM REGRET *spec prep* BEING BORN *spec pre...