Mine was “many”. I feel like my brain bled trying to figure it out.

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

One can hope

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.

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!

He’s become the worst of humanity.

Nah this is fucked, stop trying to be whatever this is.

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.

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.

Fuck. I just had a really promising interview, but it was three days in office, three days remote (5 days a week, so the days gradually rotate). I’ve worked remote for 15 years, not including three months in a terrible office job that I promptly quit.

I’m making a mistake considering this, aren’t I?

I would have to work for 514 million years to earn what one of the silicone six avoided paying in taxes.

Eat them.