transister.social

If any of yall have D&D characters into being objectified and probably also shamed, the other Ginny is doing a Valentine’s Day special and wants to hear about your characters:)

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScqgBP0xb_J3WmolkgL2pQXfWuFr-D6RelIu9cY9x9CPxI_-g/viewform

Here’s something funny! Google has a trans employee group called “Trans@Google”

this year they weren’t allowed to include “Google” on the stickers; the artist had to redo all of these to remove the company name (I think they also toned down any Google-color branding)

Idk just a curious rule that I hadn’t encountered in my previous 20 years at the company (while getting and even creating an absurd amount of non-trans specific Google-branded swag) (I have team and Google branded shoes)

wow two 67s

his profile: “t only!”
me: “oh sorry I got rid of mine 🥰🏳️‍⚧️”

my corporate job skill set:

• deep and unnecessary esoteric knowledge of a single company’s artisanal version control system, build infrastructure, continuous integration and release systems
• pretty good for morale my meme game is fire
• I am really good at scaring away project managers by asking “well what do you mean when you say ‘project’” and then explaining why they are wrong for 30 minutes
• smell way better than any other engineer I’ve met ever
• willing to relocate to another country 😬
• I will provide extemporaneous feedback on unnecessary bureaucracy and poor technical design
• you can shut me up easily with candy or snacks
• I make HR cry
• erratic in an obscure, fun and lovable way; think “mascot” not “unabomber”

chat I am cooked if I decide to go back to tech

I’m taking a very professional and serious survey on how fediverse/mastodon features are used across instances and software!

so my first question: have you ever boosted a post someone else has written?

For statistical accuracy and reach, please boost!!!!

After a bit less than 20 years, today is my last day working for Google.

Even though leaving is something I’m glad to do I’m still bad at change. For the past two decades my job has been the most stable part of my life through, like, everything: fertility and adoption struggles, an abusive marriage, my mom dying, a divorce, COVID, identifying/treating a congenital hormone imbalance[1], being assaulted……

Work gave me a second place that felt stable, where I could duck my head low and dig into something I know how to do really fucking well.

I could solve some other people’s problems, write a design doc with more memes than text, get my report promoted, help a coworker navigate a toxic manager…

Even when my life (and, later, my career) was cooked I could focus on helping and with that came the joy of seeing someone I care about succeed.

Maybe I’ll post some fun stories (right now I’m in a shit mood so “fun” probably would be sarcastic but I’ve worked there long enough that I do have actually fun stories too)

[1] iykyk, pun intended ofc

ive been reading your words in my head for a year and only now do i find out i should have been doing an accent