I'm of the first generation that had full access to the primary vacs. Born in early 1960s. But it was still far from unusual to have classmates out with measles, mumps, and scarlet fever. I remember in 2nd grade boys talking about how their testicles swelled like softballs and the pain. I remember several older high…

So, currently preggos and can't get the TDaP EVAR due to an actual bad reaction as a bebeh. Also, have a very new, very possibly I will go on a rampage if he catches measles from some unvaxxed nutfuck, baby nephew who I love and adore and seriously I will cut a bitch if he gets sick.

How's your "family" of "vaccine" "researchers"? I mean, mom-and-pop businesses are hurting in this economy, especially if you are in biotech R&D.

A friend of mine went from going to the gym, to going an extreme amount, to body building and competing, and then being a personal trainer. She would be very obsessive about diet and types of food she "could" eat, to the point that if she ate something then saw how many calories/fat it had, she would say it didn't…

No, I believe they feel a moral superiority for their awesome willpower contrary to all the masses who are too weak to eat right.

It's all about the Benjamins baby!

Title: THE UNFORTUNATE AFFAIR OF THE LIZARD

Back in the late 90s, I was working at a small Christian newspaper and over the four years I stayed there my evangelical Christian boss, became more and more engrossed with demons that infested our workplace. Problems were never just problems, but troublesome demons determined to slow the good work he was doing. For…

I used to work for this ex Canadian hockey player for three years (who everyone thought was a hero but was actually a complete moron). Due to the fact that he worked as a goalie consultant for another hockey team in America, he was only at the restaurant a couple days out of each month, so he hired a guy to run it…

I quit my abusive ex husband while he was on some sort of bullshit rock climbing/fucking-anything-with-a-vagina trip. I found a new apartment and moved all my shit out in the space of three days. Took the cat, the dog, and the big screen tv. Left the bed.

I used to work for a major chain sporting good store as a shipper/receiver. The job was simple: accept in goods from the various companies, match up the purchase order sheets with the contents of the boxes, send the head office confirmation that everything was received successfully. I also sent back defective…

I'll actually be celebrating a one year anniversary of my big day of quit on the 13th of this month....it wasn't a job I quit though. I was in a very toxic and emotionally abusive marriage for 19 years, which fueled my hereditary alcoholism....making me pretty damn miserable to the point of going to sleep at night…

I made it almost four years as in-house counsel at an insurance company. My boss was crazy. She would repeat lies until they became her truth. She could go into my computer and edit my memos, so every day I took home a backup disk and filed it away in case she fired me for one of her manufactured mistakes. She came…

I once quite a job without meaning to. When I was in my early 20s I had one of those shit jobs that tend to come our way when we are trying to figure out how to make a living and stuff. It was a typewriter repair shop (it was awhile ago, obviously) run by a family—father, mother, two daughters, and a five-month-old…

I just want to preface this story with the fact that I've never quit a job like this, before or since, and I have had some jobs that I seriously hated, including the one that I recently left.

The first time I was young and didn't want to burn bridges so I told the general manager I was leaving for personal reasons. I worked night shifts and did not want to get anyone in trouble, but the cook was always drunk and the night manager was doing coke with the other waitress.

Quitting you say? I am amazing at quitting. I've had 60+ jobs in my life. I quite whenever it suits me, and pick up another. These were the notable ones.

I worked for an absolute bitch for 5 years. Unethical. Mean. You name it. I had a 2 week vacation for July approved by her in January. To Europe. Three weeks before I leave she decides to tell me that she didn't think she could approve it. And that no manager should ever take more than 3 days in a row. This is…

How about when I quit "class participation" and passed the class with flying colors?

My friend and I worked in the photo department of a Genovese Pharmacy. We had a terrible manager so we started coming up with ideas of how we would quit. She went with a singing telegram dressed like a gorilla with a bow in her hair. The lyrics were brilliant: