I still wouldn’t say it. Here’s why.

At my old agency, we had two women who worked in accounting since the early 1970s. They retire - no idea if it was their choice or not.

I work in government. There were these two shitheads who had been working there since 1972. They were such assholes, and no one knows what they did beyond an annual report.

The coworker I was happiest to see leave was the embodiment of an entitled, mediocre white man. He interviewed to be a level below me. I wasn’t going to be his supervisor, but I was the department lead. I wasn’t sure about him during the interview process, but we’d been searching for a few months, so my boss decided…

Oh man I have loved all my jobs and almost all my coworkers with one notable exception. I worked in a niche field on a team that relied on one another very closely to do our jobs. It was entry level, so our team was 3 recent graduates and 1 woman in her ~40s trying to make a career change into said niche field. She…

Usually I end up leaving. But there was one woman at my last workplace who was just... a poor fit for the position in every way. She was one of those who talked a good game and so got hired from outside for this management position but she wasn’t remotely effective at her job. Because she wasn’t effective, she was…

Not the traditional seeing a coworker leave, but some great schadenfreude:

I grew up with parents like Claudia’s. My mother died in 2016 and I still have to deal with everyone telling me what a great and powerful woman and mother she was. Anything I say is dismissed as me being spoiled or rebellious. Even though I’m 31, I still don’t have the right to my own narrative apparently.

Ironically, that's probably what made it worse. When my dad was home more often, he was a big asshole. I was thrilled when he had to work.

I disagree. I think of all the horrific shit my dad said to me, and I wish I’d been able to advertise it to everyone, including his boss and friends. Granted this was back in the 1980s when no one cared.

Oh man. This is the theme for the ages. I can’t post any of these without doxxing myself but I don’t care. Background: I work for the government. Where everyone is either brilliant but just wants to be comfortable or dumb as rocks and can’t get anything better. Generally when you leave, you either blossom and live…

Two cops showing up and suggesting that the solution is perhaps not to let her have contact with the outside world.

Like, who would possibly make such a bonkers claim about getting into the Olympics?

I also can vouch for EMDR. The sooner the better, too. 

Congressfolk anxious now about being in the building are reacting normally to a situation like that. Their lives were threatened by people with guns and zip ties and tasers who broke into the building to hurt them. Some people, like Cori Bush, are STIL being threatened. They’re having a reasonable reaction to an…

Talk about thinking on your feet. He’s everything a cop should be, he had the discipline to keep his gun holstered, because there weren’t enough bullets for a mob, and led the rabble to his backup.

Sometimes I can't think what type of person would enter the force and then I'm like thank god for people like him and it makes me realize how quick I am to judge. I felt the same way about military personnel but Mayor Pete really helped me. We need more of the right people entering positions. 

Not only was it one of the bravest things I’ve ever seen, but he did it so calmly, like he could be half-ruffled by the angry mob in front of him. I only hope I can have a fraction of his chill in the face of danger if I ever find myself in a life-threatening situation. Whatever awards and medals can be tossed this…

That is so amazing!  I’m tearing up.  I love that.

This made me cry when it was first referenced during the ceremony.  He gets all the stars, rewards, medals and anything else he wants.