My husband used to be guilty of this. I'd ask over and over for him to do the dishes (you can't wait three days and still call it good, dude) and then I'd do them in furious anger and he'd declare he was *just* about to do it.

Whether or not Santarpio's Pizza in East Boston is God's gift to pizza lovers or whether in fact it is exactly like DiGiorno's.

Nope. Go back to New Jersey with that noise.

How to load the dishwasher. I am VERY mathematical and I like to load the dishwasher as efficiently as possible. My wife on the other hand just throws stuff in haphazardly and will run it when we could have fit a few more days worth of dishes in there when stacked appropriately.

What is wrong with you?

And the idea that people believe a little kid might be aware of any of that, and is thus at least partly responsible for shooting the gun put into her hands by adults who should have known better, is mind-boggling.

Well she did kill someone. That's a bit different than fuzzy memories about that one time you crashed your bike.

No, it wasn't. It wasn't in any way, any of her fault. She's fucking 9 years old for goodness sake. This is absolutely 100% the fault of the fuckwit who put an uzi in her hands, switched it to fully automatic, then told her to pull the trigger. The fully grown adult who, at any point, could have said "You know…

Who puts an uzi into a 9 year old girl's hands?!?!?!?!

This assumes that the company even bothered to inform you that you were not selected.

If you're determined to leave and the landlord won't let you off the lease, then it's time to consult a lawyer who specializes in tenant law. There're also tenant's rights groups who may be able to advise you on how to proceed and who to talk to. For example, you may well have standing to actually evict your roommates…

Man, your expense department is so much nicer than mine. If I go to the airport, and the office is closer to the airport than my house, I have to deduct the mileage from my house to the office. I think if I expensed anything fun, they would beat me with a stapler.

I think this is a great comment. It's a huge question, and a very difficult one to answer, but it's exactly what I'm talking about in the post—How do you dig yourself out of unhappiness when it feels like everything is making you unhappy? Sometimes, the only way to make yourself happy is to change your attitude, but…

Yeah, I've definitely been victim to "I'm only a few minutes late" but inside I'm wailing BUT I'VE BEEN HERE FOR 16 HOURS YOU THOUGHTLESS CUNT.

When going through cancer treatment, various friends' dogs (and a random iguana) would guard me and whenever I'd get tired or start to not feel good, they'd REALLY guard me, and make sure that people left me alone. Usually by sitting on me, or giving the stink eye to anyone who talked louder than a whisper. My heart…

Sorry to hear that. When I talk about sexual compatibility, it's not really the same thing as having a lot of sex or having crazy porn sex or anything like that. It's just that two people need to be on the same page about their sexual preferences. If one person in a relationship is looking for sex every day or two and…

Jesus Christ, I don't have time to dismantle patriarchal beauty ideals during coffee time at work. I just want to enjoy a moment with three friends without listening to awkward weight talk. Get a grip.

Try actually reading my post. Or, if you prefer a short version, read the reply upstream I made to isavedtheuniverse. The whole point is that I can deliver a resume of the right length and content depending on the recipient.

Its funny to me that the people complaining about a long resume didn't read a semi-long comment. wjglenn was pretty clear that the 1 page document is a starting point and that it grows from there based on the reader, and that the resume isn't always used in an interviewing/application process.

Anyone else get as annoyed as I do at these posts that assume everyone works 9 to 5, in an office, at a computer?