Some of these are jobs some of these are volunteer and some of these are the same job.

The job where I had to spend hours cleaning the office because there was mold in the coffee cups & cockroaches in the closet. I was not a janitor and this was a lawyer's office.

The job in which the manager never washed his hair and had the Talking Heads on repeat all day long. I found out later I was literally doing his entire job.

The job in which I was chastised for not being aggressive enough despite the fact I literally had a gun pulled on me.

The job in which I was too weak to carry construction lumber, so I got to sweep sawdust. I was allergic and the face mask wasn't enough.

The job in which my coworker was more afraid of the neighborhood than I was.

The job in which I was repeatedly interrupted because the office manager didn't know how to use Outlook and thought it was a "nice" that I taught her how to do this. However, it wasn't worthy of a bonus. When I asked her what was, she had no answer.

The job in which they wanted me to sign a non-compete upon entering the interview. I refused.

The job in which my coworker would come into work hung over and once left me in the lurch so I had to remove a holter monitor. I have no medical training whatsoever. She was not reprimanded and the manager kept making excuses for her based on her family background.

The job which is the reason why this article made me want to kill everyone yesterday. What Happens When Millennials Run the Workplace

The job in which a man a foot taller than me and a hundred pounds heavier went off on a scary rant because I didn't address him with "sir."

The job in which a man would regularly wait behind the door right before we opened up. We were the last office on the last floor.

The job which demoted me and reduced my pay but wanted me to get a smartphone (which was to come out of my own pocket) and the boss wanted me to apartment hunt for him. He also thought labor laws were a suggestion. He and his partner cornered me in a small room to get me to sign something agreeing to forgo back pay. They went under.

#RompersAreForToddlersNotAdults
If you want to have the "peeing naked in the bathroom" and the fit problem go for jumpsuits. I think they've been worn by adults... sometimes.

No, people take liberties because it's the one situation in most of their lives in which they have servants. I'm serious. They are actually paying for the experience of lording over someone and for a lot of people that includes emotional abuse and casual racism. The truism that you should pay attention to what your date does in a restaurant is a truism for a reason: because this is how they behave when they have power over someone and they can take them for granted. And for a lot of heterosexual men, that's how they behave six months into a relationship.

Trust that what the article writer just talked about is MILD. She is holding back.

Oh god, no service industry shit ever again.

I've had people break phones, call me a cunt because their gift card wasn't working (white teenage ill brought up brats forever!) scream "dothead" to me (this terrified the old lady waiting for her car to be fixed), back into gas pumps and otherwise make messes. I've had a bunch of stupid white entitled bitches ask for a bargain while subtly accusing me of stealing from my workplace. Universally, I've seen white people go around eating food before paying, accuse other customers of stealing because they were brown or looked homeless, and outright ask if they can walk out without paying. You should have seen the rage when I didn't let able bodied white people pump then pay, like I should assume their white face meant they wouldn't drive off. They whine and whine about having to show id to buy cigarettes or alcohol when they drive to the store and yet wanted me to carry around national citizenship ID at all fucking times because "brownness". I've never seen a minority do this ridiculous behavior. They know better than to act like a bunch of shoplifting, merchandise destroying perps.
And to add tips on top of that? Girl, no.

"I've got a stable that needs to be mucked out," he said arrogantly, smacking his lips. "If you finish it before noon, there's something in it for you. *Not this shit again.* She'd just call her regular nitrate buyer. "Whatever might that be?" "If I told you, it'd ruin the surprise!". *Dickweed*.

She wrote a complex formula on the blackboard and threw the chalk down, where it broke and crumbled on the floor. Her entire house was covered in blackboard walls and dry erase boards and bulletin boards. She Jackson Pollocked the floors. She was a Movie Genius. "The medium is the message, " she declared triumphantly. It was Tuesday.

The Painter of Light alternately The Golden Hour
A spunky gaffer's Bildungsroman recounts her journey from her small midwestern town to a bedroom Los Angeles community where she encounters a mysterious oil painter and his singular obsession .

Beyond the Pale
A mysterious single mother moves from the big city to the house at the edge of the cornfields with her twins. She's not what she seems. She's running but will be forced to make a choice.

Savita Halappanavar
Modern, my ass. One of the hallmarks of being a developed nation is lower maternal mortality. They just don't fucking care.
Beginning no earlier than the date of her hospital admission, October 21, she repeatedly requested an abortion for her miscarrying fetus but was refused, instead being told by Katherine Astbury her obstetrician that as she then appeared physically well, and her fetus had a heartbeat, her life did not appear to be in danger and therefore this was not legal After Ms. Halappanavar engaged in a conversation with her midwife Ann Burke, that in India and Hinduism abortions on request were possible, Ms. Burke commented that "this is a Catholic country" but later said it "had came out the wrong way" and it "had nothing to do with medical care at all". On the night of October 23, according to her husband Praveen, Ms. Halappanavar was standing in a restroom and collapsed. The following day October 24, the heartbeat of her foetus ceased, and the remains were removed from her uterus in the operating theatre, at approximately the time that the results of her blood samples came back with a diagnosis of septic shock,Savita Halappanavar's septicemia then further deteriorated despite being treated with oral antibiotics for infection since late October 22 and intravenous antibiotics since October 24.Both were ineffective and her condition rapidly evolved to the point of organ failure and finally cardiac arrest and death on 28 October 2012.

Random question: Has anyone ever seen Zach Braff and Justin Trudeau in the same room? I can't unsee the resemblance and they're roughly the same age. :/

Just out of curiosity, NIcole how many different versions of "If [Hamilton character/cast member] was your [boyfriend/girlfriend]", or Dirtbag [Hamilton character] do you have sitting in your submission box?

I'm just liking the crap out of all of the pet Hamilton lyrics right now.

-My Purse is Simultaneously Too Big and Too Small For All The Things in it

-The Zipper Got Stuck and Now It's Shredding the Insides Oh God I Need Scissors

-I Tripped and Everything Fell Out of My Purse Oh Why Does Everything Have the Same Closure?

-Oh Shit, Some Things I Have in My Other Purse I Forgot To Transfer To This Purse.

-My Hand is Feeling All The Things In My Purse But I Can't Identify Them Without Seeing Them But I Need a Flashlight or I'm Going To Have to Dump Everything Out Right Here.

-My Contact Solution, Glasses, Key and ID and Phone Can't Fit in This Bag

-I Just Want a Briefcase or Backpack and Have it Be a Neutral Choice

-This Strap is At It's Shortest and It's too Long.

-The Ziplock Bags Inside My Purse Failed.