Internship opportunities in Philadelphia are crap, I've been fortunate that working as convention staff has given me great connections, and I'm hoping to get an internship with the Mutter Museum either over the summer or in the fall. We'll see though, I'm competing with people who have higher education levels than me…

Yeah, right now there is an internship I'm simply dying to have, but don't know it I can take due to the time requirements which would make it impossible for me to work. My income is already really inconsistent month to month so taking an unpaid internship between now and grad school could be a huge risk for me.

14. Yes, we're cash only. Yes, there is a sign on the door. Actually, it costs a lot of money for small businesses to have the card reading hard/software and service. No, LevelUp is not a credit card reader.

OH MY GOD. Those people. I briefly had a stint in a self serve fro-yo shop, and our location was close to a fair number of bars (it's Philly, what can I say). Drunk people would fucking come in or bang on the windows constantly WHILE we were closing. Like, does the floor being mopped mean nothing to you? I am not here…

Yeah, I immediately balked at "just" $400-500. $500 to me is enough to keep me fed and the power on for multiple months! That is not a small sum of money for me. Granted I live pretty frugally, since I like to save and be able to travel, but still.

Haha yeah the whole 33 cents per package won me over.

Today I flew back from Vegas at 11:20am west coast time, and am now on east coast time. Because of travel and airport food being gross, I sort of forgot to eat so I don't feel so great now. Plus my partner was once again tactless on social media (something I admittedly always overreact to) so I'm sad and annoyed and…

Babe, you just used the phrase "another nail in the coffin" to describe your relationship.

Um, okay, so when I was a cocktail waitress, I was making so little money (I only worked Thurs, Fri, Sat and my hourly was $2.83 + tips) that I couldn't afford to keep my heat on or feed myself regularly. I was barely 20 at the time, and living on my own for the first time, and in college where I had books and stuff…

I...I never noticed this as problematic in the past. I usually have to pee so badly (loss of some muscular control ever since I was struck by a car) that I just go into the first stall that isn't horrifying.

I used to work in a gown shop and oh boy, did I love the steamer! Those babies can take a ballgown from flat and stuffed into a boot box to full crinoline glory.

This. Burch also really isn't that great of a designer, let's be real. Occasionally I like a few of her pieces but I figure those aren't actually conceived in her mind.

Ohhhhh my god. So I'm an anthropologist, and when people aren't asking me if I dig up dinosaur bones they're quizzing me about evopsych bullshit. It makes me want to slam my head off of a wall in frustration.

Exactly! And, since I have already found the dream shoes, my aunt/godmother offered to get them for me so I won't have to worry about them going out of stock. I mean, they're only like $330, so they're not extremely expensive compared to the style that inspired me to get them, but still!

Honestly, when shit like this happens to me, I don't call customer service, I call the corporate office. It's the only way that works, and works quickly compared to dealing with the automated robot system and then some sales rep that just wants to get more money from me.

I was pretty thrilled when in conversation with a friend he mentioned that was his ideal plan, just the idea of planning a wedding makes me anxious. The expense is crazy, I can't imagine putting myself in a position where I spent tens of thousands on one day.

Man, I used to have this fantasy of having a huge, beautiful wedding with everyone I know and love in attendance. Now I'd rather splurge on my shoes, go to the courthouse and have a nice lunch with my partner instead.

Haha, I suppose that's why I usually just go out either with my partner or with groups of friends that won't wander off, it is extremely rare for me to go to a bar by myself.

You must have missed the part where I said I was (and am) in a monogamous relationship when each of these men told me how they felt or tried to make a move on me. Their assumption that I would either leave or cheat on my partner was offensive, why would a genuine friend ever assume that?