Was among a group of temps at a credit union. Employees were so busy, we got very little training. And spent large parts of our day with nothing to occupy our time.

After a month, supervisor walks by at end of day and asks how things are going. I say something to the effect of “could be better.” He looks surprised and says “OK, let’s discuss that tomorrow morning.” I think great, we can problem solve.

The next day turned out to be the three year anniversary of my boyfriend’s death. When I sat with supervisor and trainer and they said how are you, I let them know that I was a little emotional due to it, and started to cry a little.

Supervisor proceeded to reem me out for saying something so negative yesterday in the hearing of coworker and accused me of making a bunch of mistakes (I didn’t and had already provided evidence that I wasn’t involved) and that I obviously didn’t care about my work and that I needed to pack my things and be escorted out of the building.

In conclusion, I hope that guy spends the rest of his life with wet socks.

Tony Stark created likeability with a box of scraps in a cave!

My mom was just saying 2 days ago as we walked down our street, she doesn’t understand why so many people come home in the evening and just sit in their cars. Like, you’re home. Go in your home. We could come up with plenty of scenarios for people to do it once in a while, but for so many it’s like a ritual.

Is there a new age store in your area? They often sell jewelry.

Probably doesn’t answer your question completely, but I’m a big fan of the phrase "my understanding is . . . " In other words, this is what I “know” as fact, but I’m aware that my knowledge could be wrong or insufficient and I’m willing to be corrected or updated. I use this phrase almost any time I’m asserting something as fact, as a kind of cya.

Was at a church yard sale yesterday and they had the same setup. Pretty sure it was not a progressive church.

The Steerswoman series by Rosemary Kirstein, though sadly she never finished it.

I’m not even going to try to type the name of this one. It’s Estonia’s contribution to this year’s Eurovision and it makes me happy every time I hear it.

Apparently the chorus translates roughly to “Why no, officer, those are not our drugs.”

In one of my best photos 10 years ago I vaguely looked like Lana Parilla, so that would be awesome. Realistically, someone fat.

It has to do with going alt-right. Elle Reeve wrote a book about it. If you prefer video, she did an interview with Adam Conover.

For US news, I really like readtangle.com.

Here’s a great Ted talk from a guy who got pulled into the neo-nazis and got out.

This is the premise of Johnny Got His Gun, an anti-war novel by Dalton Trumbo.

I would like the option to make it public on my community. I have asked people not to downvote amateur bakers for just trying to improve their skills but some assholes don’t listen.

My pharmacy sends a survey after every visit. Nothing ever improves.

Depends on hair type. Conditioner can be heavy on baby fine hair. I almost never condition my chicken feathers.

Consequences and revenge are not the same thing. If he doesn’t receive the direct consequences of his actions, he will not learn that he shouldn’t do that. Clearly he is incapable of learning via polite means. You are not the only person he’s doing this to, and it is not acceptable.

Are you in the US? You might want to check out the eurovision song contest. I’ve become familiar with a lot more new music that way.

Kind of like how some bugs paralyze another bug species and lay their eggs in it, so when the babies hatch, they have food.

The Prestige.