gustavusadolphus
GustavusAdolphus
gustavusadolphus

Thanks for these posts. What I hate is behavior correction. For example, I was working in the library with a colleague, in an area that allows conversation. As two young PhD students working on a joint presentation for a workshop we were attending, we discussed rather quietly the outline of the talk. An older man (who

I was told I wasn’t hired for a job because I was newly married and so I’d probably have a baby soon. I’m pretty sure this is illegal?

I’m a UX designer, and a lot of my time I have to talk to software product owners and fight for my designs. After a particularly rough push to get my designs adopted, the product owner acquiesced and said “I feel bad for your boyfriend”.

I do landscaping/horticulture work and most of my coworkers are men. They are nice and treat me well, but it makes me soooooo uncomfortable when they comment on how I look. Like, “Watch out for this one, beauty and brains!” “Ooo hey there beautiful!” Also, I have a young female intern who has horrible internalized

And I usually have a firmer handshake than some of those limp cod-ass motherfuckers, too.

I own a marketing agency and I have a shoot-off of that agency, plus have bought shares in some of the subcontracting agencies that I work with. My husband has a job that has 0% to do with my business. Our MAYOR asked him how the marketing company was going after asking about his job in real estate. He responded with

I was once asked by a boss to bring a dirty dish to the coffee room (to be washed by the maid we didn’t have, I suppose). I paused — furious — then said, “I’m sorry, that’s outside the purview of my job responsibilities.” And then I walked out, leaving him flabbergasted. Felt fabulous!

I didn't find the anti-American sentiment to be strong at all. We had people go out of their way to say how much they wanted our governments to reconcile. Cubans are very warm and friendly—hence the invitation to have dinner in their backyard.

I had a person do that to me once when I worked at a fast food place. Since I technically didn't get the money, I called the cops with his license plate for a dine and dash. He was still in the parking lot as were 2 cruisers. I let him explain to the cops why he just threw the cash on the ground.

If tomorrow all my things were gone

When I managed corporate joint I used to take off the grat to get the asshole customers to shut up, and then retroactively apply a discount after they payed so the server could keep the difference.

My story, while it includes antibiotic use, and sun exposure is more about where I was ill. 1st time I went to Cancun, I was on antibiotics for a sinus infection. 2nd day we hit the beach. 3rd day I was blistered and permanently freckled. That wasn’t as big a deal as crippling stomach pain. Between the sunburn and

I once got very sick with a raging stomach bug while staying with my friend at her parents’ house, several states away from home. While I was there, her father discovered that her mother had been having an affair. So I was just stuck in the house, with puking and diarrhea, while the family blew up around me. The

I threw up all over my future stepmother’s desk - she was the guidance counselor at my high school, and I was attempting to take the AP US History test while laid up with the most aggressive flu I have ever had in my life. I made it halfway through the test (getting up to puke every 5 minutes) before they quarantined

i threw up all over my own desk once in second grade, while we were all silently reading/doing work. it was all bile. i think i didn’t eat or something and i wasn’t feeling well because of it.

When I was very young, I went on an internet dating site date at a bar. We met up there and when I arrived, I saw that the guy really didn’t look like his profile pic i.e. he was a total fug (harsh, I know, but he was). Sadly, his personality didn’t make up for his looks and our conversation was just awkward, he

Easy. My friends (v. underage) and I were v. drunk in our small home town. Our standard operating procedure was to head to the all-night restaurant (Then VIPs, now Denny's.) and request a table in a girl's section who had once slept with my boyfriend. (High school!) After being seated, I proceeded to lay down in the

When I was 18 and working at a convenience store, a cute boy that worked in the same building as me asked me out at the end of the work day. I had had a crush on him pretty much from the first time I saw him 6 months earlier, so I accepted and went back to work. Apparently the butterflies in my stomach set off a

My worst loud sex story is when I went to Burning Man (I know, I know, get past it everybody) and the girl in the tent next to me made the most of the festival by having LOUD sex with a rotating parade of guys (which I respect) at six every single morning (which I most certainly do not respect.) We were all staying up