If I got it at Goodwill for $.10, 6/10 because obviously that’s a manufacturing dud but I’ll give it a good home and use it when all the other utensils are dirty.
I wouldn’t be surprised to see this pathetic waste in some Michelin star restaurant pretending it’s trendy and they wasted hundreds buying 200 for $15 each. In that case -5/10.
Thank you, wholeheartedly for this one.
This might be weird but at 3-4 in the morning when I get off work and can’t sleep because I gotta take the kids to school in a couple hours, I day dream about some super power I acquire that allows me, in some form or another, to end the corruption, stop the wars, force every politician into a wage slave job.
Sometimes it’s teleportation and I scare the shit out of them enough to change their ways and fuck over their bank accounts everywhere. Sometimes it’s mind control. Sometimes it’s Jebus-like prophet bullshit.
Ultimately, I just want them to take all the money there is out there from us or in their coffers, and create the utopia we could have, or get close to, if the leaders or the world and those that pay them, didn’t fuck it up for all us little peons.
Then I wake up, rush around to put my house in some semblance of order before I go to work again, smile and laugh, whether I want to or not, for the legit people who struggle just as much as I do and tip me way too fucking much because they know it’ll put food in my kids’ bellies.
Most of them love Trump which hurts every fiber of my being. They’re still good people. They care, and they’re generous and kind. They will go out of their way for anyone, and I’m not exaggerating when I say this. It’s harder to handle them when there’s a dem in office because they never stfu about it and it riles me up having to listen to them but aside from the Punch and Judy indoctrination we’ve all succumbed to we’d agree on absolutely everything as long as you don’t use certain hot button phrases when you talk about it.
I have to say I was having issues using reddit on my browser, it was a simple html issue where I couldn’t break paragraphs, and I went to the support sub and they fixed it within 2 days.
I’ve had mods ban me for visiting, not commenting or posting, just viewing a post from another sub. I’m sure I got shadow banned plenty of times. I left because of the users. I disagreed that someone should Go No Contact with their dementia suffering grandpa for being racist and I felt like I was going crazy with the commenters who tore me a new one.
I stayed for while after because fuck, I’d been on reddit since it had r/all and not much else. I blocked out the one that got me to quit for good. I don’t even want to check back in for curiosities sake because fuck them. I wasn’t wrong in the slightest.
The Mangler. It’s a B horror movie and some of the graphics, which I won’t spoil, were more than my 7 year old brain could reconcile.
I just wrote my comment on this particular issue. I had a coworker complain that I made more than them and Boss tried to shame me for it.
Weirdly though I became the manager at my next place and had no problem sitting someone down and telling them why they weren’t making as much as their counterparts and when they’d get their scheduled raise and how they could improve and possibly get a bonus raise based purely on merit.
Some people get salty, some people rise to the occasion. The ones that rise to the occasion are dedicated, they’re receptive to constructive criticism and eager to show you they want to improve. It’s just as much a breathe of fresh air for me to see them so happy that they actually got a raise and I wasn’t just blowing smoke up their asses as it was for them to actually get a raise.
After two raises to two different people I had shown my owner that his money was being put to good use because we got long standing, dedicated employees that went above and beyond. He never questioned it again after that when I proposed a raise for a coworker. Good man, and a good team.
I’ve basically made a career out of serving and bartending. I took a 5 year break to do the stay at home mom thing but my first job getting back into it loved me at first.
It was a very interesting dynamic because it was my first job outside the city I grew up in but it was like riding a bike and I picked it up and immediately impressed them on the first night I was only supposed to be training.
Problem was was that they started firing my coworkers for the most questionable reasons. Then the trophy wife owner would show up to every court hearing for unemployment with forged signatures on their “policy handbook”. A lot of underhanded tactics were used. One of my very good friends was fired on his birthday.
But everytime they’d give me a raise to placate me so I wouldn’t leave. I could write a novel about that place because that’s how my mind works but I won’t.
Long story short, I responded to a server/bartender Facebook group at one point and mentioned my hourly for serving and for bartending. A coworker happen to see my comment and must have complained. (She couldn’t have ever earned the raises I got even if I got them on merit, but she’s a squeaky wheel and sits on a stool when her patrons need their beverages refreshed and plates cleared)
Boss lady made the mistake of messaging me that “it was agreed that you would not talk about your pay” which wasn’t true. She’d whisper to me that I got another raise but never actually said not to say anything, and also- you don’t get to dictate what I speak about on my own personal Facebook account.
I removed my comment just to unruffle feathers however I saved my boss’s message and linked her the exact federal/state article that forbids her from reprimanding me.
That’s when they tried to get me for minor shit. It was absolutely transparent what they were doing but I recorded everything and kept track of dates, times, incidents, message screenshots.
I saw the writing on the wall though and there was another place that had been wanting to poach me for a good while.
I was planning on fighting them earnestly for unemployment and take a month or two off before I started with the new place but they got desperate when their daytime bartender left so I got matching wages if I put my two weeks in and started ASAP so I did.
It was an absolute blessing. That next place treated me well and I was there for about 6 years until they closed their doors for good. Still miss them. I would have missed my old bosses too, if they didn’t try to do dirty the way they did because I genuinely loved them and I wish there wasn’t that bad blood. I don’t regret anything though. They brought it on themselves being so two faced and underhanded.
I threw up in my mouth a little bit. I wanna punch this dude and dedicate my effort to his poor wife.
My boyfriend said he thought about me when we listen to Saturday Night by the Misfits. I’m like… do you want to murder me?..
The lyrics always sounded very murdery to me. I think they did an amazing job of making it sound romantic but bf read through the lyrics after that and hugged me when I got home and said he definitely didn’t want to murder me.
Edit: Ok this one is purely personal but I just got done with work and it came out on the playlist, Achilles Come Down by Gangs of Youth.
I learned this song from my daughter. I let her control the music when we’d drive to school and back but I immediately loved this song because unlike me, she has an amazing voice. This is one I only ever heard underneath her crystalline soprano while she sang along.
It was always so beautiful that I didn’t focus on the song so much as her. She made a haunting, sad song a beautiful, pleasant memory for me because now she’s had her license for a while, she’s doing her thing being an ambitious senior. I don’t get to listen to her sing anymore between my work and her school/social schedule.
I miss the days when I stayed up after a 12 hour shift to take her to school because I miss listening to her sing. I brain was fuzzy and that morning sun seared my eyeballs but I cherish every morning now because I don’t have many left. I acutally miss everything about my kids needing me now that one has been independent for quite a few years and the other two are almost independent. I’m listening right now and all I can hear is her voice.
Fuck that shit hits hard. Im going to be an empty nester soon. Fucking FUCK. Fuck does it hit hard. I should be proud. I am! Jesus am I. I don’t know how I was blessed with these people, bio and adopted, that’s how vlessed I am, but I don’t want to look the gift horse in the mouth. Fucking wow, am I proud. But really I’m sad, too.
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