F*** Wayland

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Cake day: March 8th, 2024

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  • I’d prefer not to say it because the situation gets unique enough where I might start to become identifiable, but the process was long. It took 10 years to get a permanent residency, and I won’t lie - until that point, work visas linked to employers were in many ways humiliating and exploitative. But on the other side of it was freedom, good societal benefits, and a culture with respect for community and connection. I’d say the trade was worth it.

    My advice in my case, and it might be relevant to anybody else looking to do the same, is that it’s a mistake to try to find a position overseas that matches your career in the US dollar for dollar. Unless you are EXTREMELY lucky, that just isn’t going to happen. The US pays higher salaries because the costs of living are higher, and going to another country, in many ways you’re going to be under-performing compared to natives, just because you’re unaware of cultural cues and language subtleties. Basically, the best thing you can do is be ready to accept a few steps down the ladder. Most career professionals just aren’t willing to do this. I was, and it made all the difference. I’ll put it directly - I took a 75% pay cut to get out, and I’ll absolutely never reach that same income level again. But compared to back then, I’m not constantly surrounded by vile business practices, I’m not constantly compromising my integrity to deploy bad, rushed code to make money that gets taxed to bomb poor countries while I fight my insurance company to cover a tooth extraction… I wake up in a quiet town of nice people and do work that makes me feel fulfilled on my own terms. I eat good food at reasonable prices. My happiness isn’t linked to how well I can satisfy some rich jackass - my destiny is mine.

    It’s not a path for everyone. It was tough and there were times where I second guessed my choices so hard it crushed me. But I’m now doing pretty well for where I live, with potential for more down the line, and I’m doing it all on my terms. To me, that’s worth everything I sacrificed.













  • I am so torn…

    Of course I want him dead, but it’s too good for him. I want him to have a brain aneurysm and wind up with locked in syndrome while his sycophant yes men and awful family members stick him in a corner and steal everything out from under him RIGHT in front of him while he lies in a festering diaper full of his own waste for a few years. I want him to feel hopelessness, embarrassment, and fear, with absolutely no comfort or sympathy. I want his caregivers to talk about what a miserable piece of shit he is while they clean his room and have him be unable to do anything to respond. I want him to suffer.