Actually, I did tell my boss off because there was such blatant unprofessionalism I just couldn't keep it in. She called me into her office and said "we've decided that this is going to be your last day here." I asked "Do you want to hear anything from me?" to which she of course said yes. I went on and on about…

I had a job at a restaurant (in the US) where I wasn't allowed a break. Probably not legal, but the owner didn't give a shit about what was legal and what wasn't. This is the guy that took a beer from the bar, poured it into a plastic cup, and then got into his car and drove home with the beer in his hand. I know it…

this one was reasonably well funded and ironically unionized so i couldn't work over time. it also meant i got no paid holidays that I was required to take. they were engaging in some full on shady things that I think they thought they could get away with because I'm a woman and of color - i got the last laugh. I got…

If you want to waste it well watch his hour long interviews with Nerd HQ and with NY TimesTalk in Madrid :-) Happy hunting!

I was very honest in quitting my previous job, which was with a fucking CRAZY company in a fucking CRAZY department that treated it's employees like shit. I was on insurance-approved "disability leave" and my boss called me with the audacity to say that if I did not provide them with very personal details and proof of…

I'm reminded of an exit interview I had with the manager of a store in which I worked. We left on generally good terms, but my thinking was that I should be honest about both the good and bad, with the hopes that they might take some constructive criticism to heart and use it to improve conditions for the remaining…

As a teacher, I quit my last job after 3 months because of the insane behavioral problems of the majority of my students. Basically, the administration lied to me in my interview about what the school was about and why the old teacher left. (I was replacing a teacher who quit after just one month in the classroom.)…

That's the biggest thing. Burning bridges is a real and valid concern, especially when you work in a small field. It's like the fast food affect. Feels great in the moment when you're speaking your mind but then there's the aftermath... You tend to feel like shit and it can really hurt you in the long run.

The last job I quit was pre-career. I just stopped going. It was glorious. When they finally got ahold of me and asked me why I'd stopped going (i was a server) I was honest: they were a bunch of dicks and I hated them. It was so wonderful. My golden opportunity and I took it.

I envy you your imminent Hiddleston education. :)

I think whoever does the asking should be the one who pays.

Or you could do like me and avoid the whole thing by not dating at all. Yay for desiccated spinsterhood!

that v thing is the male cleavage. it is a sexy sexy thing.

And the best part about me not knowing Italian is he'll have to physically direct my body. Wuhhh oh.

And he smokes? It's off, Leo. Lose my number.

Yes, indeed! Let's all screw the Italian guys!!!!

Usually Chihuahuas only understand Spanish.

TOTALLY PLAUSIBLE! It's not like I'm married or live on the other side of the world or don't speak Italian or anything. :)