This shit is really wrong. Like, revenge porn wrong. Intimate pictures of ANYONE should not be shared without their consent.
This shit is really wrong. Like, revenge porn wrong. Intimate pictures of ANYONE should not be shared without their consent.
I'm probably in the minority here, but I find this type of thing to be kinda fucked up.
*swipes right*
It's always nice to see some research dissing that "there's no good without God" bullshit. That's the worst. I was raised catholic, and still (mostly) am, but that sentiment always pissed me off. People are generally pretty decent, and no lack of belief in a deity is going to make someone into a murderer or a thief or…
Adults (26-64): 7-9 hours each day.
About ten minutes to closing one (really slow) night, a 40-something couple strolled in, looked around the empty restaurant, asked when we closed, and sat down. The woman immediately started in on me - demanding beer even though I told her we had done last call. Since we were about to close.
This reminds me of the miserable Christmas that I got stuck working a 12 hour shift (company policy was that everyone worked 4 hours on Christmas so that no one was stuck there all day, but everyone "called in sick"). A customer asked what I got for Christmas that day (everyone else had been pretty mean up to that…
I think the next shortest job I ever had (beyond temp work and freelance stuff, which has always been unpredictable) was when I worked for a library while earning my Masters. They were sending books off-site to be scanned and digitized, and they needed people to just . . . sit for hours, looking at every page of…
I was working at a marina. I ended up pumping this guy's gas into his boat. Now in his defense, I am wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and was just done with cutting down a tree, so I got scratches and shit all over me. I'm nine days into a two week shift there.
You know, this is the one article where this persistent bit of spam might actually be relevant.
I HATE the fetus cakes. No one wants to eat your fucking fetus.
The cheap tip thing baffles me. My husband and I were at a bar we frequent in Orlando the other day, and this group of people who had had several rounds of margaritas and beers without a single complaint get up to leave, and as they do, the guy who had paid beams at the bartender, taps the bar, and goes, "That's for…
I worked a sort of customer service job for a membership organization and people seemed to think we were like a giant call center that did nothing but take calls. When I would tell people that actually, we were only about 15-20 people and we handled everything about their files and licenses, they were like "ohhh you…
I read through that one and thought "oh, fuck you, lady. Fuck you so hard." and then I read down and my faith in humanity kept slowly dying.
I'm sitting here, staring at my heated-once-frozen "steak" burrito and looking up at this marvelous slab of meat, and down at my congealed bean mush. I feel like a dog who looks in the mirror and can't understand that other world.
He turns to his bright-eyed eight year old, sitting but two feet from me, and says, "You see son? This is why you should stay in school."(FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU)
I can't possibly be the only server who thinks putting "extra love," whatever the hell that may mean, in a person's omelet is unconscionable, no matter how much of a dickwalrus the person is? I mean, unless "extra love" means "too much black pepper" or something. In my more than 20 years of serving, no matter how…
There's lots of conditions that cause bad body odor. With scaly skin, my guess would be some sort of persistent fungal or autoimmune condition. Though if both mother and son smell bad, it's probably a case of poor hygiene rather than disease.
I hate you sometimes, I have soup for dinner and no steak in the building.
I used to work (read: NOT a friend) with a guy who would regularly go to restaurants with his wife and come up with some complaint real or imaginary, but mostly imaginary, about 3/4 through the meal in order to get some or all of his meal comped. He would then proceed to boast about his comped meal success stories,…