

Olives with beer taste just like toast! Fosters is the best for testing this theory.
I’m just here for the free vacation.


Olives with beer taste just like toast! Fosters is the best for testing this theory.


A really good distilling setup, or an embroidery machine, or a hen house upgrade, or a sublimation printer and T-shirt press, or a fancy wine fridge (stocked)… I have a lot of favorite hobbies.


Yeah. And I spent a while posting prolifically to them, but without comments, and without new posts, it’s kinda pointless. I want to see OTHER people’s content.
I’m glad you’ve got your routine and cat! Cats are amazing partners in sad. Make sure you allow yourself just to exist in the complexity of your grief for a while though, there’s no timeline you have to stick to to ‘get over it’.
I’m sorry, that’s awful. How are you doing with it all?


US, I just got to offer stage with a company and the PTO was 10 days… I’m originally from the UK, and previously worked with startups from other countries, so this is shocking to me. More infuriating was the response from my friend group when I complained about it. “Yeah that’s pretty standard” and I’m like “ok but it’s also shit?”


Was it in various Wetherspoons? If so, could have been me.


Bouncers apparently do


There was no queue for the men’s. I respect queues, which is why I used the men’s - I didn’t want to have to join it.


Various Wetherspoons in England, because I hated queuing for the girls loo, so I’d just run into the men’s. Apparently they don’t like when you do that.


Lovely and terrifying all at once. Can’t wait for the new one!
I worked for German startup tech bros who decided to become freight logistics influencers. Fuck, those absolute cretins were the worst humans I’ve met maybe ever. I ended up on 100mg anti anxiety meds and I still hated it enough to end up quitting one random Thursday.
Some people are just destined to be soul suckers, and it’s like a virus - those who don’t jump ship end up catching the disease.


Actionable. Ugh.
I’m a girl with plump hairy legs and I’m hot.
Pawpaw. It’s such a fun tree, native to where I live (East Tennessee, 7a), puts out delicious fruit for a very brief moment, and has a fun history.


The ice compartment of our fridge. It’s always a fucking compressed block that needs manually smashing up. I fucking hate it so much.


Woman here: I’m not annoyed if a person I don’t know talks to me, as long as a) they don’t interrupt something I’m doing to have conversation and b) they read my body language and fuck off again the moment it’s clear I’m not interested. But asking me questions when I have my headphones in to talk about inane shit while I roll my eyes? Nah.


In addition, don’t say anything that suggests you will work, even if unpaid. Don’t mention volunteering, helping a friend, doing remote work, etc. The rules are quite specific about what visas allow and do not allow, and many border people are just there to catch a paycheck - they will absolutely err on the side of denial. It is not a fair game, and you will not be given a fair chance to explain yourself.
Turns out that when you do make that vote, the fucking Cheeto looking stupid fucker who takes bribes still wins. And I voted as hard as I could!
Mine was “many”. I feel like my brain bled trying to figure it out.