Anywhere where there’s transparency that gap disappears.

If Black women were the only demographic allowed to vote the U.S. would have a living minimum wage, universial healthcare, labor rights, well funded public schools.etc. Black women voters are typically progressive and emphathetic on social policies.. They are more likely to vote for the collective good. Unfortuately a…

Somewhat random question inspired by the last paragraph:

“went to work on a pipe-laying crew.”

I work in food service, and I get it, sometimes you have critters that get into the building.

Most likely not. I worked in a warehouse in Indiana for a long time. Indiana has very few worker’s rights laws, and their OSHA is a fucking joke, with a telephone line that endlessly loops back upon itself. I once (warning, graphic description ahead) cut my arm with a box cutter all the way through the dermis to the…

I don’t think it’s a euphemism so much as UK-isms. I believe “High street” just means “where the fancy shit is.” And we use “gentleman’s club” here, too, so whatever.

I had a boss pull something very similar to the first story. I had just got a new truck, well new to me, it was 7 years old, and my boss asked me and a few other of the delivery guys to come to his house one morning because he needed help with something. That was all he told us. So we show up, and it turns out he…

When I worked at a movie theater, I had a boss so cheap that he wouldn’t let us throw out the hot dogs that had been revolving on that stupid carousel all day at the end of the night. We had to stick them in the fridge and put them back on the rack the next day...and every day after that until they looked like…

What a fabulous read.

That is like the better version of when people would make sexist/racist/rapey jokes to me, and I “wouldn’t get them” and ask for a detailed explanation of the joke. Halfway through, their faces would indicate, “oh, this is a terrible joke that I SHOULDN’T be telling strangers because it says a whole lot about me.”…

So Greg smirked at me like the little shit-weasel he was and said, “Honey, you’re too sad. I want this place to be like Disneyland, and there’s no sad people at Disneyland.”

It actually made the two months of weird inappropriate comments worth it to me, to watch his face as he realized that I had heard every single word he said. He awkwardly ended the conversation as fast as he could and disappeared for the rest of the night.

1) Use the coupons for the hottest salsa you can get.

“Sometimes free burritos aren’t worth it.”

I had my GM write me up for not being happy enough, and that even though I’d lost a parent due to a long and painful illness it had happened nearly a year ago and that I needed to get over my depression and get on medication or into therapy or I wouldn’t have a job. As is the case with most restaurants, I didn’t…

I was bullied into signing a form and made to promise that I would not seek medical attention.

I had this pair of asshole brothers come in last night and they tipped me in coupons for free salsa because I had “such a sweet and spicy smile”. Their bill was over $100.

Free burritos are worth it.

He had video cameras in there. I’m sure that any guess she made would probably be in the ballpark.