When I was young enough to still appreciate a dollar, my father made up a contract for my siblings and I with an agreement to do chores for X amount of dollars. I think I remember he even privately gave it to each of us so we never knew what the other contracts said for one another. I grew up waiting for Friday’s when my father would come home from the hospital and give me my crisp $5 bill, which I’d normally end up spending on renting a game or movie from Blockbuster for the weekend. A sega genesis game after tax came out to be about that amount back then. Later on in life my father opened my first checking account for me and my money was deposited there. I couldn’t of been prouder to own my own debit card that had my name on it.
I’ve got two kids and I’ve been teaching them the value of money. It becomes so easy for parents to buy an extra toy for a child at Target or Walmart, what’s $5 – $10 more when I’m already paying $150 on average every time I go to one of those succubuses?
I decided my father had the right idea and I started giving them a weekly allowance recently. They were already doing chores, but now their chores have even more meaning. We tried a chore chart… but you forget what you owe and when you owe it. Children quickly pick up on if a “reward” is bogus. They stop playing those games instantly!
We’ll see how this goes. We learn something new parenting everyday!
Team of badgers thinks they can take the bear’s job because a fucking walrus runs one fucking thing a day and thinks he can run the world!
The problem with the badgers is they don’t document shit and their processes are nonexistent so they turn an environment into shit.
Then you have to get a team of pigeons in to clean it up because none of the jobs will run. That’s what happens when you have the same people writing code and releasing code. That’s also why you have a separation of power!
Much like god and country… god doesn’t need everyone bothering him on everything.
You also don’t want the same stuff in the same channel because then it breeds mistakes.
Even if you say…
“fuck them pigeons!!”
then the bats come in and audit and you are fucked.