I write this with homemade maple jalapeno cornbread in my mouth, gifted to me by the bar staff at my local pub this evening. This is simultaneously the best and most unexpected thing I’ve ever brought home from a bar, my significant other excepted.
This got me thinking: what is the weirdest thing you’ve brought home from the bar, Lemmy?
I feel like there’s WAY more of a story here - why on earth would a bunch of folks think you hacked them just because you have a commonish, if esoteric sounding, skill set? - but if you’d rather leave it there that’s cool.
I’ve been working from some for almost 5 years now, and to be honest it drives me nuts. I kinda miss people, thus the bar. Not exactly the healthiest social outlet, to be fair, but I like it more than staying home.
Moving to a high COL area without an education (it’s fine, I make a ton of money now, I’m a self-taught programmer) will get you tons of crazy stories. I guess people here get their identity stolen a lot? It’s happened so many times that I’m scared to tell people I meet that I know anything about computers.
I moved to Los Angeles. The people here move slow and are dumber than a box of rocks. Not to be a hater, maybe I’m just bitter.
COL?
I interpreted it as high Cost of Living area if it helps.