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    I had a co-worker whose doctor told him that he had a heart condition that needed to be operated on because it might kill him, or it might not. He was within a few years of retirement and already had aspirations of traveling and golfing in each state. He opted to get the surgery done, but told his wife just before he

    Another yay for neti pots here. I live in a very arid area, so it is grossly satisfying to see my neti pot flush out giant partially-dry pseudo-boogers. My biggest benefit was regaining my sense of smell after years of losing it to allergies.

    In air traffic control, we earn 4 hours of sick leave every two weeks (it has no cap, so we can earn an unlimited amount). We can call it in anytime, and management is not allowed to ask for the reason. No one asks us to do additional duties, since controllers an attitude of, “I am on leave, get f***ed.” (or we demand

    I cannot help but think that a law like this would also cause co-workers to develop some degree of disdain for their female peers. I would also be a bit miffed because I would not use the leave because I do not suffer enough to feel inclined to bring attention to my period.
    (However, I have some unscrupulous coworkers

    My brother had this mindset. I took a sick day, only to wander into the basement and see a formerly white—now orange/pink/black—bathtub. I spent several hours bleaching/scrubbing it, only to realize that grout/caulk was so far gone that I would have to redo it ALL.

    Yup, and we are forced to do the task because we recognize that it will take MORE effort to undo the damage, then do the task properly.

    My brother and I had this exact same problem (he lived under my roof for college/job-hunting/and then some)—he claimed that I had to maintain a list of chores for him. However, he flat out refused to do several chores, and I started leaving those off the list. Then, of the items on the list, I was still doing the

    I couldn’t get the meme to work, but it was the classic,” One does not simply guess the age of an Asian woman.” As a group, Asian women are deceptive.

    I am half-Korean, almost 40, yet I get carded for alcohol regularly—sometimes for paint or white-out on a really good day.
    Back when my mother was in her late-40s, I

    THIS. I wasted a lot of money on their items, only for them to arrive in need of repair or to fall apart after one wear/wash. I must have purchased 50 or so things from them, only to have a jacket (with a broken zipper), a struggling t-shirt, and a hoodie to show for it.

    I was wondering that myself...but I highly doubt that there is a good, not-offensive answer to it...

    I feel that this service was the kindest way to see my old corgi off. He was in constant pain, on constant pain meds, and was too old to go through another invasive spine surgery.

    That is the hardest decision to make. For my old corgi, I had to determine that it was time because he was constantly in pain, his relative good mood was dictated by his tramadol pills, and he became scared of the stairs and had to stay on the main level.

    When is this jackass going to realize that threatening organizations/cities with defunding is only going to make most of them dig in harder? Once it is clear that his money means nothing, then all he can do is stomp and cry like a damned brat.

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    Is it bad that this was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the article?

    Drat, this is a bit too late for me. I spent at least a decade mis-matching colors to my half-Caucasian, half-Korean skin. One day when on vacation, I wandered into a Japanese cosmetics shop and WALLAH!! I never accounted for the yellow tones in my skin, and the Japanese products matched perfectly!

    I lucked out and got food poisoning and have been pooping and vomiting all evening...which is probably where watching Trump speak would have gotten me anyways.

    Early last year, I had my first encounter. I did all my room checks and STILL woke up to one of the bastards running away from me. I caught it in a mason jar, fussed at it, then took it down to the front desk where the poor guy exclaimed, “Terminix was here yesterday!!” When I left for an event, I saw them prepping

    I wouldn’t believe the rich son of a rich man when it comes to claims about being at the top of his class. I have little doubt that his daddy would have thrown as much money at the school as was necessary for him to graduate.

    I have been asked that question before, but I have always replied, “...maybe it would have been for the better because my mother told me that she wished she never had me.” That has always left them slack-jawed.

    Seoul, South Korea was incredibly easy for me. Making eye contact was usually sufficient because those drivers were actively looking for passengers.