OK - I know we have moved on to other talk but I just can't let this pass. At the companies that I have worked for, holidays which merited a day off of work total exactly 6 or 7 per year. Sure we can have an appointed day to celebrate trees, but unless I don't have to work, I couldn't give a fuck. I am sure that you guys with your 4 weeks vacation time can top that and heavens knows how many off work holidays can top that. And fuck you and your nice weather. These 100+ days are putting me on edge. Shoot, can I move in with you Crown Royal? I promise to keep your wife company while you watch hockey and curling. I'll take your kid to the zoo to look at the moose(s), I'll learn how to make poutine. I'm desperate here. OK, back to boobies, boobies boobies.
My husband is American and I'm pretty sure the only thing he likes better is that he doubled his long weekends when he started working here.
My business is closed on Easter, 4th of July, and Christmas. Otherwise, I don't get holiday weekends...even before we opened the affiliate. It sucks. Everyone else is off drinking on Memorial Day and I'm stuck here. ugh.
Isn't that like the Canadian national animal? May as well ask why you throw a stone down a sheet of ice or put gravy on perfectly good fries. It is not my place to question why.
You know, we have enough of them here that you can just save the zoo admission fee and just look out your backyard.
How is my hangover getting WORSE as the day goes on?! I napped, ate a great hangover meal, doused myself with gatorade, covered myself in blankets to induce the sweats, and yet with every passing moment I feel worse and worse. I am amazed I can sit upright right now.
Both of you ignore the shithead... your tits are awesome, and we all really do appreciate you posting them. It's just too bad that some fuckwads around here aren't a bit more respectful, or know when it is or isn't appropriate to beak off.
I watch Intervention (yes, guilty pleasure) and I have no idea how anyone can let their life get this bad. Like... yeah, I drink. Yes, I've done plenty of drugs. My life has pretty much been a series of bad decisions, if I'm being honest. But how does any adult let it get to a point of almost no return?
I personally prefer hoarders, it's the same in a lot of ways, but you can literally see the destruction their addiction causes.
Well, fuck I watch that too, but right now Intervention is on and it's totally making me want to cry. These people are so lost. The hoarders don't make me want to cry. They make me want to get violent.
I feel pity for both of them. The people who make me want to get violent are the ones who refuse to confront the problem. Okay, your sister's on crack. Everyone else in the family is trying to get her to figure out that she has a problem. And you're GIVING HER MONEY so that she can keep funding her habit, and then get butthurt when the rest of the family gets pissed off. Fuck.