Basically discriminating against veteran status. I didn't commit a crime or get arrested, and not even technically a victim because I didn't cave to the coercion, victis winning was won over. But not a lot I can do about (I don't know) In-Q-Tel limited edition Guantanamo roofies that violate the laws of physics like getting inside the Einstein's concept of an observer, inside the brain. Lived through a two-month autumn, saw the sun leap from solstice orbit to winter orbit, that in practice is superluminal, for me it was.
Back to the vets, yeah that's what's up, they see a lot of backbone they are repulsed by that, can't steal any wages from a veteran he won't take one unit of shit on any scale, if he's a killer, like killed 500 guys (snipers say), he doesn't even have to tell his boss no doesn't even have to really do anything, not stealing candy from a baby anymore. The boss could give him shit if he had say killed 1000 men himself, perhaps then some small amount. But really they would have respect for one another, vets end up working for defense contractors who think it's good that they didn't take shit because then America doesn't take shit. Defense.
We're about to go to war, too, those who forget the soldiers are destined to be forgotten. Not any day now, not for 2 months. But heroism will be considered good again. It's been a while.
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You should only be able to claim you are hiring if you can pay the same percentile salary as the percentile programmer you desire. Otherwise false advertising. Like insulting even by options traders standards, they'll insult you back if you want to buy shares way below market if the intent is to lie in wait for a sucker. They'll like say "Fuck you" give a speech, for good reason, and not only that, they'll burn you to the person who put you two in touch.
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Though I recognize I failed to get enough competition going for me simultaneously (due to conditioning under torture, before that I could and I can still) work the club. And there was a long, good economy where I couldn't bang out email after email, like couldn't put in the volume. Not sure how much to blame myself, if at all, given the brainwashing. [Oh fuck, I just flashed now on Sep 2 4:42 Chilean time, the concept of blaming myself also was conditioned.]
Well fuck it then. I don't know what to know. Just be happy to be.