Someone needs to create a bar geared towards people who write on the Internet. Lots of power outlets, wine served in sippy cups so we don’t spill, bowls of candy and stress balls throughout.

Ha, I was wondering if anyone would notice it was just me posting. WHAT A DAY. (The answer is no, I took most of last week off to hang out with my family and volunteered to work today, it was fine, we’re all fine, dear God I would like to go outside so much.)

I think the moral of the story is that hetero men think that LITERALLY EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING WANTS THEIR DICK.

Okay, I’ll bite. Am I really the only one who at least tries to get the guy to let me chip in for half? Sometimes the guy on the date stubbornly won’t let me, in which case I’ll usually concede (because I don’t want to get into a huge argument about it) and pay for the second date (if there is one) or, if we’re going…

Cheap ass bastards! We take tons of moving orders the first of every month and there’s two kinds of people: those that order extravagantly for the three people helping them out: Four large pies, salad, breadsticks and ice cream. The other type is the one who asks “How many slices in a medium? Eight? Perfect, I’ve got…

That’s why I’m glad the last restaurant I worked at only had steak knives. There was not a single regular knife in the building.

If you are looking for valid reasons to explain why things are done how they are done, I just don’t think the restaurant industry in the place for you. Inexplicable, irrational violence is the norm.

Isn’t it a lesson learned back in childhood the cheese should stand alone?

We need a mandatory high school class in workers rights in this country. Like the year that you’re eligible to work you attend a class where they talk about minimum wage, hourly pay and wage theft, sexual harassment, workplace injuries and your rights in regards to them, and all the other crap that can happen on the…

Same. AND I was fretting it might not happen because Labour Day.

I used to teach elementary art in a really low-income school district near Denver. One student, Franklin, was a third-grader who was homeless and living in a car with his mother at the time. The district and social services were aware and helping as much as possible, but mom was hard to work with due to some ongoing…

Who you calling poutine?

Where will you come down on tuffets?

I was hoping he was literally going to bring back MacArthur in clone/zombie form.

This is my boy.

Make sweet love to me on a diaper changing table in a public bathroom at a rest stop.