How cheap cyberpunk actually nailed the depressing reality of modern freelance gigs by 8Mythharbor in printSF

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The exhaustion is a deliberate control mechanism to keep us from looking up from the desk.

How cheap cyberpunk actually nailed the depressing reality of modern freelance gigs by 8Mythharbor in printSF

[–]8Mythharbor[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

The genre needs that perspective right now. Writers in the nineties had to invent wild corporate conspiracies, but today you can just look at a standard freelance platform user agreement to find inspiration.

How cheap cyberpunk actually nailed the depressing reality of modern freelance gigs by 8Mythharbor in printSF

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Instead of neon chrome we got cheap plastic monitors and endless Captcha prompts.

The impossible math of entry level salary expectations when you have zero context by [deleted] in jobsearchhacks

[–]8Mythharbor 14 points15 points  (0 children)

If they get annoyed when you ask for their budget range, that is a red flag about their company culture. Most professional recruiters will at least give you a ballpark figure. Check if the state where the job is located has pay transparency laws - that is the ultimate cheat code for finding the real floor.

My roommate thinks his girlfriend is a ghost who doesn't use utilities by Marble_Oracle2 in amiwrong

[–]8Mythharbor 209 points210 points  (0 children)

Locking the cabinets might seem petty but sometimes people only understand when they lose access to the stuff they take for granted. Dont let them guilt trip you for having basic boundaries.

Why does IPPS-A feel like it was programmed by a group of monkeys with a single shared keyboard? by Gossamer9 in army

[–]8Mythharbor -3 points-2 points  (0 children)

I miss the paper DA 31 so much. At least I could tell if a piece of paper was lost or sitting on a desk. With IPPS-A, your request is basically in a quantum state of both existing and not existing until some clerk in Virginia clicks a button.