Oh, my bad. I assumed that after working with VMS, unix and Linux systems for 25+ years, it would be self evident that when the instructions say 'go to directory xxx/yyy/zzz/' you know that means

cd xxx/yyy/zzz

JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST

And I have no idea why they managed to think they needed to do this one completely unnecessary thing. At least it didn't fucking break anything.

I really don't want to do this status meeting with them; I'm seething and baffled.

{{sarameg}} sorry about the idiots.

I went ahead and added back my oldest friend on FB. Our moms were neighbors and pregnant at the same time. So friends from before birth. She messaged me this morning, "how can we not be friends", so I accepted her friend request, told her I was up for the summer and asked how she and family were doing. I ignored the whole subject of why she hadn't been on my page anymore. Of course if she says anything positive about the pile of human excrement in the White House I may have to give up.

Chores: My mom was much more specific with things like exact chores and allowance. I was pretty loose. They had to take care of their own rooms and clothes, but for the shared chores it was random. If something needed to be done I asked. #1, please vacuum the living room. #2, please unload the dishwasher, they always had chopping, peeling, stirring, draining type assignments as I cooked. DH would have them help him with the outside chores. It was always just expected that when asked you help. When things got behind I would make a list they had to split evenly. The first one on it could pick the easiest 4 of 8 items as the early bird award. They crossed off and initialed when an item was done. They would scramble to pick quick.

Another family had set allowances, and deducted if specific chores were not done. Kid would say they didn't get the dishes done in time and lost a buck or whatever. I was not that organized.

I don't remember having much in the way of organized household chores aside from picking up after myself and vacuuming the basement, but I helped with my dad a lot and did whatever he told me to. I was very school focused so I remember having hours of homework every night and I think my folks prioritized me concentrating on that. And I managed to pick up how to do laundry and cooking for myself despite Mom actually handling those things—it was kind of a surprise to her that I immediately leapt into self sufficiency upon moving out.

As a pre-teen mowing was the bane of my existence. I hated the heat and getting covered with sticky grass bits,and we had a very uneven weirdly shaped yard with a lot of trees. But when I was 13 our electric lawnmower shorted out, and rather than buying a new one my folks hired the hot teenage wrestler from down the street to cut our grass. Best summer ever!

I am having high-class problems: there's a lunchtime thing with Cirque du Soleil, but I have meetings before and after, so if I go, when will I eat lunch???

Down a protein bar!

I never had to mow or rake because of allergies, but I shoveled my fair share of snow, and then some.

The obvious answer is to run away and join Cirque du Soleil, and don't go to the meeting after, or any meeting ever again.

I wonder what kind of opportunities they have for people who are pretty good at standing still and awesome at lying down?

So I'm watching John Oliver, and I never knew why Colbert had all those weird products on the Report! It's Alex Jones! Et al., I assume.

I LITERALLY JUST PUT THIS TOGETHER.

I was disappointed that he didn't get to the part where Alex Jones and Gwynneth Paltrow basically have the same online store.