Maybe it was a kinja reference. Nobody wants to be compared to kinja.

Oh good, I really wanted to talk about my day.

I'm the assistant/evening manager at a convenience store/gas bar in a hellish rural town that doubles as a tourist trap in the summer due to our close(st) proximity to an idyllic lake and Provincial park. I hate my job. I hate this town. I hate the summer.

So yesterday,…

I was working the graveyard shift at a 24 hour cafe in a midwestern college city. It was December. It was particularly dead that night: no students writing papers, no homeless people taking a break from the cold to sit on plush couches and chairs. I watch the comparatively sparse post-bar crowd roll down the street.…

Dude, fucking quit. What the hell?! Why would you put up with this for 7 years??

is your boss Snookie?

I used to work at a small town newspaper and it was a great place for people who like crazy shit. Like, everyone always used to feel it necessary to call any time they grew what they felt was a abnormally large vegetable or found a weird looking animal in their yard. Sometimes they would bring it to the office…

Right after graduating high school I had a job working as an overnight security guard before I left for my mormon mission (i used to be mormon, this is only important to mention to underscore my innocent nature at the time).

This is actually my dad's story but it's a family favorite that always gets trotted out at holidays and parties.

I used to work for a company with a boss who liked me, but was often very mean to other people. It was not uncommon to hear him yell "ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?!?!" at my coworkers. You know, a real classy guy.

It's a good thing they finally got engaged. Their hips are probably chafing from all those side hugs.

No kidding. Plus I'm happy to see a photo of the NYPD doing something other than viciously assaulting someone; that was the most normal human reaction I think I've seen from them in a while.

Ah, but if we're being literal she *wrote* about it. She didn't say it was "untypably sad".

>Well, this is unspeakably sad

A few years ago, in my free-wheeling salad days, I spent a few months backpacking through China before travelling down into northern Pakistan to teach English for six months. It was such a great adventure. I spoke about ten words of Mandarin, but man, I had fun. I especially loved Xinjiang, in the far west of China,…

Please note from the outset of this story that my family LOVES squirrels. I even had one as a pet as a kid, but that's another story.

This isn't a specific event, but for several years in college, every time I would look at an animal, it would start pooping. Pets, cattle, wildlife, you name it.

Self-indulgence. Stop it before it takes over your whole mind.

I think it's hard for young people who weren't sexually active in the 80s to imagine what the rise of this disease was like. All of a sudden an entire swathe of the population is in pain and dying, and no one knows why or how, and there is no known treatment...it must have been terrifying. As a matter of public…

Does this count as cheating? I'm not sure, but it felt like it at the time...

It was not his first one. It was like dating Billy Bob from Not Another Teen Movie with the concussion countdown. 24 year old me had shit standards.