Look at Mr. Fatcat over here eating out while we're on the verge of a recession.

...Is the 'harsh wake-up call' that they need to look for a better employer? Asking for your employees to push themselves harder is what we in the business call "Whining."

They're efficient at maximizing profits for shareholders, usually at the dire expense of literally everyone else.

This is how most supermarkets (Walmart/Kroger/Target, etc.) in the U.S. look brand new - they're effectively warehouses that sell product directly to customers. Smaller shops and boutiques have finished ceilings that hide the ductwork and such because they're meant to be more flexible commercial/office space, but large stores like this do not, except for specialized locations like electronics, jewelery, or pharmacy, that can be gated off from the rest of the inside of the building for reduced operation and security.

Of course without committing a crime before and without saying anything else.

You will probably commit a crime or misdemeanor unknowingly on the way to the station. There is a reason you do not talk to the police, even if you think you're completely innocent.

https://youtu.be/d-7o9xYp7eE?si=ppgOcO6ZcOVPC0oB

Because having money blunts your empathy.

Everything wrong with this:

• "Breakfast Pizza"
• Pepsi for breakfast
• "Medium" 64 oz drink
• $4 for not a lot of value

We all know damn well the four day week inevitably comes with a pay cut. Big business won't cede anything without getting theirs back.

Still all for it. Four day workweeks are better for the environment and mental health.

To say nothing of how dangerous it is for pedestrians, especially children. Some of these vehicles have less forward visibility than, not even kidding, a fucking Abrams tank:

Yeah, somebody's wearing rose colored glasses. High school was fucking miserable. My junior and senior years I had no less than two hours of homework every night on average from the AP courses I was taking, on top of working a part time job every weekend and all summer to pay for the car I was driving. I never fit in because everyone else was talking about some pop culture, music or TV I had no time for because I was completely occupied.

My best years were in college. All that unstructured time and autonomy over my bodily functions rocked. Shame it came with a $50K pricetag I'll never pay off.

"Please call me"

Translation: I want to tear you a new one through a non-written medium so it doesn't get recorded.

"No"

Translation: You have no power here.