laughter is the best medicine
A late-20s university grad living in the Bay Area with hopes of returning to the world of academia for Japanese or linguistics, or I'll run off to law school.
My obsessive-compulsions include stopping the microwave only when the time remaining is divisible by five and reading the fine print on commercials.
My first sip of tea was out of my baby bottle. I make one of the best cuppas you’ll ever taste.
Very relevant considering my colleagues (part of a different union than me) are striking this week and the upper management fuckers who get 6-7 digit incomes are promoting a smear campaign against them.
We are not sorry that we’re angry at our low pay and low staffing. Cut some of the half-a-million dollar incomes and put it back into the facility for hiring staff rather than rewarding dictators!
Unions have been attacked for too long.
(via fuckyeahfeminists)
There’s a very unprofessional woman I work with who got a promotion for being an office snitch. She’s pushing 40 and acts younger than her teenage daughters. She also tries to start drama at work cause she is never held accountable for her behavior.
Well, I got her in trouble for breaking protocol specifically a conflict of interest concern. Anyway, she’s walking around her call center saying she wants to beat my ass.
Bitch, (1) we’re at work, (2) you might be watching ‘Ghetto Brawls’ (she watches the fights on her phone instead of working) and thinking you can do it too but you can’t, and (3) I have more rage and more strength than you. Don’t underestimate me just cause I don’t reside in HP.
Anyway, she just talks a lot of shit. How do I know? Cause last time she said something crazy I ended up in her call center and she didn’t say a fucking word or back up all her trash talking in any form.
Everyone rolls their eyes at her cause it’s part of her M.O. to act hyphy, but honestly, this is a professional environment - shape up or ship out!
There’s a very Frank Sanatra-esque singer at my station who has now introduced a saxophonist, a cellist, and a keyboard for himself to his morning serenades.
Very cool, cat.
I just want a fruit salad that isn’t 98% of these fucking things
THANK YOU!! I hate buying fruit salad with loads of filler melons.
(via shorthemline)
It’s spelled like CATWOMAN not like the SINGER.
You had to type out my email address with my name and yet you address me with the wrong version. How do you function in the world?
WHY DO ALL MY PATIENTS TRY TO ADD ME ON LINKEDIN!?
Drake has always had a thing for ears. #papillon #heWasNamedThatBeforeAubreyGrahamDecidedToRap
There were DQs that didn’t have an Orange Juliuses in them? I don’t remember a time in my hometown where they weren’t in the same property/unit at the mall.
Or the ‘the douchebag bicyclists who yell for pedestrians to get off the sidewalk as they overshadow other respectable bicyclists will feel validated day’.
I apologize to the bicyclists who will be overshadowed by the DBs today.
Oh look, three of the four people getting the ‘reward’ money for reporting Christopher Dorner are white.
