My favorite type of unsolicited advice is the kind that comes from people who feel passive-aggressive advice-giving on a topic they know nothing about is somehow warranted and welcomed. I don't mean genuine, well-intended "Gee, have you tried this?" comments, but, you know, the other kind.

I've only outright quit a job once in my life, and it wasn't all that dramatic. I just told my boss that I was going to lunch and that I wouldn't be coming back. No blow-up, no anger. It was a shit job that just wasn't for me.

Back in my hungry days, I worked at a call center for a medical product whose main customers were seniors and I spent most of the day talking to people who were 70+ years old. We were an inbound call center - that is, the customer called us when they were having trouble with their product, but our conversations would…

What a vile piece of shit he is.

Did they contact you on their own? Or did you have to reapply and/or inquire before they were interested it?

If you believe that person is qualified, will you still pass the resume/cover letter onto the hiring manager, even if that person has recently applied and interviewed?

So, I'm going to crowdsource this for advice. In late October, I interviewed for a position that I really, really wanted, like I want this job so bad I can taste it wanted. I found out in early November that I didn't get it. They told me that the position had been filled, and that was all; no other details. Massive…

Whoa! My mom had that one when I was younger. Completely forgotten about it. Rush of nostalgia!

*Griswold. God, why do I know that.

I'm pretty sure that #7 is some mutated variation on the flu virus, and #8 appears to have been crafted with fabric remnants from my grandparents' old curtains.

I think the .gif came from a tumblr...the actual scene came from a show that was the forerunner of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood....Mr. Rogers was teaching the kids something about counting and they went through their fingers one by one. So he isn't trying to be rude but you can see from that grin he knows exactly what's…

Mr. Rogers has already expressed my reaction to this twit far better than I can.

Oh, he would have been on the receiving end of a wrath not seen since Old Testament days. I hope you chewed his ass for days! No excuse.

This happened three years ago, which was also the first year I was hosting Thanksgiving dinner. I had bought my first home that year and was still very much in the Martha Stewart-phase of home ownership. I spent days beforehand scrubbing my house top to bottom, I stayed up late baking desserts and preparing…

Yes! Yes! Yes! No joke, I’ve been waiting all day hoping that this thread would pop up. Reading these is becoming a pre-Thanksgiving tradition in RoverOnOver’s household although this the first year I've had an account. Mine is really long, so it's in the reply.

My dollhouse was one of my favorite toys as a kid, and I played with it for years - long after I'd outgrown the other toys I'd gotten around the same time as the dollhouse. I think that's part of the reason I've always loved the Sims game - it's like a virtual dollhouse.

I actually know a few people who loyally do the whole black Friday thing (I refuse to treat "black Friday" like a proper noun with capital letters, awright?). It's like a bloodsport for them. One of them even has walkie-talkies that she distributes to her husband and daughter (who come along shopping). I always…

I guess I'm one of the few, but I don't poop at work unless it's a real emergency. I'm sorry! For one, I have this irrational fear of the toilet breaking or backing up or something here at work, and then having to close off the bathroom and everyone knows that deuce is mine and that I broke the toilet. I think this…

I agree about black cats! After getting my black cat (Houdini, the one on the right, obvs), I think I'm always going to have black cats. So sleek, but with such a personality to boot.

Since we're all proud dog parents showing off our rescued furry friends, this is Murray (he's covered in sand because we were at the Indiana Dunes that day). I adopted him from an animal rescue in 2006. His owners had moved and left him apparently; he was put in the pound, but since it was a kill shelter, this rescue…