As a child in the US I was taught “The Principal is you ‘pal’.” which is not true but helpful when spelling it. Like “dessert” has more ‘s’ than “desert” because it’s something you want more of.
As a child in the US I was taught “The Principal is you ‘pal’.” which is not true but helpful when spelling it. Like “dessert” has more ‘s’ than “desert” because it’s something you want more of.
If those jobs came with a guaranteed pension after 20 years of destroying your body, people would be lining up for them. $24/hour is okay for getting by-day-to-day as a single young person but you can’t raise kids, build wealth, buy a house, or have a future outside of getting up tomorrow morning.
My favorite phrase to use in all foreign countries is “Please forgive me, I am American.” It gets a laugh out of almost everyone even when terribly butchered in any language and most people will then attempt English for you.
Except Parisians, who do not care. I think they would prefer I point and grunt to trying either English or my awful French.
Nonsense, posting on that toilet without styrups would be damn near impossible.
It’s a sales website for my labor. Free advertising for me as the provider. I look for work and have resumes in other markets as well but why skip something so basic? And with the exception of the verification nonsense with my ID, everything told them isn’t just factual information, it’s stuff I want known, the opposite private information.
The Sequel to 101 Damnations is called the Twilight Barking and it’s weird as hell.
I don’t think most gen alphas are tall enough to use a post driver effectively. I’ve got early model alphas and they are barely 5’4".
Congratulations! That looks like a Hubley cast iron cat doorstop. I had one as a kid and they are all over eBay.
Source on his being innocent? I don’t remember that being even likely given the evidence, but it’s been like 35 years so I’m curious what came to light.
Dozens of the people I’ve known personally and most of this was in the 90s and early 2000s. I was part of the “smoke free” class of 2000 and the anti-smoking education started in Kindergarten for us. Imagine dozens of 5 year olds crying as their teachers explained with songs and videos how the adults in our lives were all going to die horrible deaths and it was up to us kids to educate them and help them quit. In school, at least twice a year. Yet by the time we reached the workforce, smoking was still a big part of the working culture and I watched pretty much everyone I knew with a full time job take up smoking at one point or another.
My husband tried to take an “apple break” when he was in the air force and his boss laughed at him. He just took up smoking again after that so that he could take the break.
Being a non-smoker back then was a giant pain-in-the-ass at any workplace too because any smoker could and would take a break for a cigarette once an hour and then so would the manager and they’d get to be buddies but if you were known as a non-smoker you didn’t get a break because you “didn’t need one” I knew dozens of people, especially in healthcare, who took up smoking because that was the time to be social with each other and the managers.
All y’all getting preachy about “don’t”, think about how our society treats alcohol and then tell me how drugs are different enough to be “bad” when alcohol is legal and widespread. Everyone should be free to choose their intoxicants for themselves.
I just came off 15 years at Outlook companies to a Google everything office and I love not having Outlook for any reason. It’s so nice. Just hearing the alert noise would raise my blood pressure after awhile.
Oh shit. He’s a Nazi? Fuuuuck. I thought he was just a plagiarizer.
First rule of parenting: Give in right away or not at all. If it’s been long enough to type this post, you’re going to have to ignore the screaming for dessert until they fall asleep from exhaustion because if you give in now, all you’ve done is encourage tantrums.
Distract the kid, take em for a walk, talk to them in whispers until they quiet down enough to hear your and then tell them knock knock jokes.
Literally anything that’s not giving them dessert.