03-23-2024, 08:26 AM
I’m at a McWhorters (sp? The stationary chain store) somewhere in the galaxy with an unknown accomplice trying to buy a calculator but the cashier keeps making mistakes and ringing us up wrong. I get so frustrated that I dive over the counter, grab the person by the collar and shake them. I remove their glasses as an act of intimidation. Never do get the calculator.
Psychoanal- the Galaxy bit is clearly a result of watching too much Star Wars lately. The calculator is probably due to my YMAA boss being really into statistical sales analysis, open and click thru rates, so I use a calculator quite regularly as part of my work. I aced stats in college - one of the few times I did well in any maths course - so I’ve got a decent grasp of stats. And I realize the massive amount of calculations are correlative data not conclusive so not necessarily valid, but it’s better than pure guesswork so we do it.
Psychoanal- the Galaxy bit is clearly a result of watching too much Star Wars lately. The calculator is probably due to my YMAA boss being really into statistical sales analysis, open and click thru rates, so I use a calculator quite regularly as part of my work. I aced stats in college - one of the few times I did well in any maths course - so I’ve got a decent grasp of stats. And I realize the massive amount of calculations are correlative data not conclusive so not necessarily valid, but it’s better than pure guesswork so we do it.
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