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aruvqan-myers
aruvqan-myers

Pinterest ... Apartment Therapy, Craftgawker ... it is all in the blogs!

My husband and I have been married since 1991 [I was 30 and he was 27. Damn time flies!] In that entire time, we have *not* had a room mate of some sort for perhaps a total of a year ... we live out in the country where the house is moderately isolated, and he was active duty Navy on a submarine and gone for periods

Because I might shove a couple kilos of c4 into the frame of my chair, and hide some blasting caps, and use my watch to make the timer ... If I roll my eyes any harder I could see the back of my skull. Being a pasty white 53 year old disabled female in a wheelchair, I am obviously a high security risk.

So how many outfits of regular clothes did you have? Did you wear the same clothes every day?

No, it was the stockholders demanding higher and higher returns on investment that made companies outsource. I suppose you could blame the US Government, for enforcing a minimum wage ... after all, shouldn't you work for $2.50 an hour? If you really wanted to work you would adjust your standard of living *down* so you

Totally non-union female. Only time I belonged to a union they screwed me over repeatedly for almost 7 years. I will *never* belong to a union again.

Good use of Soylent Green image! We are quickly becoming that exact type of disfunctional society - with the vast majority of people holding on by their fingernails while a few live in luxury. If you read Norman Spinrad's Little Heroes, you see yet another example of a disfunctional society where the mass of people

My family [not surnamed Myers] made its living from the early 1800s running fabric mills in the northeast. A vast majority of the employees were immigrants hired off the docks in NY and moved up to one of several small towns in western NY state. When the Depression came, not a single employee was laid off, my

They should get the minimum wage. If they also get tips for excellent service, then that is exactly what a tip should be for, not for subsistence.

Very true. Especially service industries like Wal-Mart and grocery stores.

Exactly my point, that restaurant workers should not be dependent upon tips for the majority of their income. While it is true that some servers can make excellent tips, most servers are not and pizza/fast food delivery drivers get screwed over because they are working for more or less gas money and $1 or $2 per

I could have 10 years ago, but my health has taken a nose dive and my body could not handle the stresses of office, it can't handle the stresses of working a regular job =(

IF the stockholders would get their minds around the simple fact that the more they demand in profits, the less the employees can be paid; the less pay and benefits for the employees, the crappier morale and employee quality is; the crappier the employee morale and quality, the shittier customer experience is and the

I am not going to bother reading all 91 posts that have accumulated so far, I will however restate what I told someone that was considering investing:

And you have to love an electrical system that can be replaced by a little brown box you hook up between the battery and the distributor cap, flip a switch and the engine starts! That was a lifesaver on our friends 75 scout when something went wonky in the ignition system! Though I still claim that my rigging a

Exactly the same reason I loved my 1979 IH Scout 2 ... other than with the 345 it had stock that let me blow the doors off a porsche already traveling on 395south as I headed up the ramp to get to speed. Again, this one cost me something like $1000 used in 1989, cost $500 a year insurance and over the 16 years I owned

My first car in 1977 was a 1959 Nash Metropolitan ... 2 years older than I was. I paid $250 for it and sold it for $500. Definitely not the sexy car that most youngsters wanted at that time [I seem to remember the chev/iac trans/aro was the in pseudo sportscar of the day.]

And you know what else was thoroughly trashed? The Yugo. In 1987 I was just digging myself out of a disasterous relationship with an abuser and the only job I could find paid minimum wage, so I needed every penny I could get, and that little cheap econobox beat the living hell out of walking in a city with effectively

I was grocery shopping back in 1984 with my BF of the time at a store in Brighton NY, a fairly posh community with a sizable Jewish population. On a shelf in the kosher section was a section for bottles of smokey ham flavoring for adding to soups, stews and gravies .. @_@ When my Jewish BF asked the manager to please