I don’t like boiling corn because:
I don’t like boiling corn because:
I live an hour away from my workplace, and have been lucky enough to NOT have been subjected to ‘work parties’. I have intentionally skipped my 5, 10, 15, and 20th anniversary ‘celebrations’, as they were always held on a day that I didn’t work and I had no desire to waste 4 hours of unpaid time driving to something…
The person who leaves the party first never has the best stories.
During the summer of 2016, I was finishing up my Capstone project to complete my degree in Business Administration. We were given the choice to complete a business plan that incorporated something from each of our previous classes on ‘a Subway franchise or a business of our choice’.
Back in 1998/1999, I worked third shift inbound phone sales for a catalog company that sold, among other things, army surplus and things that resembled army surplus.
Hello, fellow boat-mate!
Old Forge looks like what they served at my high school on “Pizza Fridays”
I’ll be calling it the “Cha-King”, because that’s was the cash register sounds like if this really takes off.
I can claim the title of “former biscuit lady” myself. I worked in a 24 hour Hardees (not many of them, are there?) - I was told that we were the 6th busiest store in the US. (Was 34 years ago)
I drive 54 miles one way to work, and 54 miles back to home.
Today’s favorite word: Fuckwit.
I trade my dignity for a paycheck every day. Does that count?
I’m not saying that a company that I regularly do business with has done this, but the following scenario may have happened:
No, it is not too late to buy, buy, buy. EVERYONE should sell everything that isn’t nailed down, empty their 401(k)s, get a second and third mortgage, and BUY BUY BUY.
I have been very successful in asking the person who is setting up the interview. When called/emailed to set up a time for the interview, I usually respond with “The job description was not very clear about the salary range for this position. I understand that your company has very good benefits, but I would hate to…
Sorry for your confusion. Generally, I don’t have to put a “/s” on the end of my posts because most people have the ability to determine that on their own.
Mine had the butterscotch chips in the topping, not the actual bar.