I mean, time bombs are pretty chill right up until they go off. Until then it’s just a nice clock, some wires, and some fun putty to play with.

Bipolar disorder? At least, that’s how it works for my mom. An absolute blast one minute, and the devil incarnate the next.

Well, I’m kickin’ the shit outta Option B!

My husband died last year. I’m 33. I’ve gotten “there’s still time for you!” “You’re still young!” and even a particularly memorable “He probably wasn’t your soul mate!”

You sound just like my previous department head. I was telling her that I really want to move on in my career but I am worried about looking to ambitious and grasping. She told me to shut the fuck up with that nonsense. She said "I am sick of women talking themselves down and talking them out of jobs they are more…

It's such a farce here, honestly. I'm the perfect candidate for cleaning and tidying up, but when it comes to lifting heavy boxes of paper, the menz are all tripping over themselves to take it from me because my uterus might fall out and they want to show off their stringy little biceps in their Brooks Brothers…

Does it reflect poorly on you that you don't know how to use the machine? Like, "Wait, you can't make coffee? What else can't you do?"

I figured out how to use the coffee machine when I was ten. I wanted some coffee, two weeks at Grandma's during the summer got me hooked on that sweet sweet caffeine, (Grams had about five cups of coffee throughout the day, and considered it rude not to ask if her grand kids wanted some each time she made a fresh pot,…

Coffee is my symbolic hill to die on. When someone (almost always male) does that asking for coffee in that way that implies it's my duty to get it for them, I act as though they're offering. "Oh, none for me thanks! I don't drink coffee!"

I hate him with the fury of a thousand suns.

The CEO of our division switched us to Keurig when the receptionist who made the coffee (which was not part of her job description) quit and no one would pick up the slack.

He's also ruined at least one car (an Audi) because he did not realize that cars need oil. I mean, I'm not gearhead by any stretch and even I know that. (He thought the routine "oil changes" were scams that mechanics dreamed up to part him from his sweet white-collar money.)

How did he make it to the age of 46 and not realize that cars need oil? Because he burnt out his Audi for that reason....

Yes well - his was the "Oh gee, I 'll just act helpless, and leave it a mess until SHE does it. Heh heh."

That's smart. I drink tea, which does nothing to stop the speculation that I am a pinko lezzie feminazi.

My boss does this too! Would rather go buy coffee everyday then use, and therefore have to wash, a mug.

I got a coffee pot for my desk that no one else can use. I still make my own coffee, but no one else gets to drink the stuff.

Our coffee machine is some foodservice version that only makes full pots and is literally idiot-proof. The coffee for it comes prepacked - literally no measuring. The water reservoir just needs filled to the line - literally no measuring. The "on" button says "on."

I work in small office and I'm the only woman. EVERY TIME we have meetings with consultants someone will ask me "Do you know how to work the coffee machine?" while we're all settling into the conference room. What they mean is "Will you make us some coffee?"

Your bet is a good one, because he once threw out an expensive watch because the battery died and he didn't want to bother with getting a new one.