My father in law had a stack of those orange nuts he'd been hoarding since the 80s, swore they were fine for 12-gauge because "that's what they handed out back then." Found a box under a sink last month where he'd wired a disposal and a dishwasher through a single 4-inch square with a mud ring. The thing was so packed I could barely jam the cover on, and the neutral bundle had that faint burning smell like old hair dryer. Sometimes I wonder if the supply houses just sell those things to troll us.

The "dead vibe" thing is exactly why I stopped paying for coworking. Most of them feel like a quiet library with bad snacks, and you're better off finding a cafe with decent tables. A place with some background noise and good coffee is easier to focus in than a sterile room.

Like a CAVEMAN" - I had to laugh because that's EXACTLY how I was doing it too until last month. I finally broke down and paid $3 for a set of those accordion folder tabs at Walmart and it changed my whole life. Three bucks and I stopped losing receipts under my car seat.

Better lighting" for weird hands? That's hilarious lmao

That story just proves the synthetic stuff is overpriced snake oil.