Yep. Until very recently there was an Applbees manager in RI feeling pretty damned good about coming in under budget.

Yep. Unpaid training periods for workers with (not just intellectual) disabilities are legal and astonishingly common. I’ve been to disability job fairs in my city and a lot of places are allowed to pay us subminimum wage too.

I can believe it was a mistake on an organisational level, eg that the upper management didn't know, but I assume that the manager on site knew about and was just a total scumbag.

The job coach wasn’t with him all the time, so may not have known he wasn’t clocking in; the job coach also isn’t an employee of Applebee’s, so they wouldn’t have known about the clocking in protocol unless it was covered in Dyl’s training period (by Applebee’s). If the job coach hasn’t had another client who worked…

Wait...unpaid training periods aren’t illegal?! What psychotic legal gimcrack is used to justify that?

Seriously. Christ on a cracker what’s wrong with whatever district manager decided to pay him for 166 hours. The optics of this are so fucking bad, that the should have just said - you know what, we’re not sure how much he worked, so we’re going to pay him as if he worked full time for a year - 2080 hours. This is…

They were so, so close to not fucking this up, and then I got to the second to last paragraph.

i ordered 14 of these chairs for the jez office

I feel like a lot of northern European (starting from Germany on up) cuisine grew out of ‘well, all the food went sour but its either eat this shit or starve, so dig in!'. Over time, they slowly mastered ways to make shit rot in a way that was distinctly delicious.

Me too. I feel really bad that I want to hunt that “chips and dip” woman down and shock her with a cattle prod until she learns how to say “tortillas and salsa.”

I’ve actually had a couple request two tables so they could each sit alone, shout across the aisle to each other as they ate, and both use a coupon.

Recently I was in a store and a little boy was blocking an aisle. His mother told him to move out of the way because he wasn’t the only person in the world. Mother of the Year!

“Steakback Outhouse.”

I hate everything on an undercaffinated Monday morning, but that doesn’t excuse people (I’m not say you are). There was one time that we were unusually slammed and had just run out of regular coffee (we were brewing more, but that wasn’t ready), and this guy told me to give him whatever, and was adamant, even after I…

A cunt punt, so to speak. Or a clam wham, if you will.

Two things that need to branded into the souls of every human being before they’re allowed out on their own.

This. My aunt has raised two of her boys that way, and it’s both sad and infuriating. Whenever we have get togethers, she will get into the kitchen, WHILE YOU’RE FUCKING COOKING DINNER to make her kids powdered mac and cheese and chicken nuggets. The stupid thing is that she’s a health nut and leans vaguely anti-vacc,…

Few things are more annoying than whiny little turds who won’t eat anything other than nuggets. Maybe the parents that enable them...

“Was that so hard?!”