I would trade the cardinal that kept flying into the sliding glass window over and over and over at the last cabin I stayed at for this duck. I had to tell at that thing repeatedly because it’d leave for 10 min and start all over again. The amount of bird shit outside on the patio was absurd.

Hopefully PM because also gamer me has no gd idea how to stop gaming at 1:59 am even if I have work in the morning.

The gamer in me says to set a timer and stop playing at 1:59.

Hayyyy :3

Many, many moons ago I worked in a 24/7 restaurant as a cook. I was one of the few 3rd shift cooks on the weekends and there were a few servers I worked with who were a pain in the ass. One was Casey and she definitely did everything her way even when everyone was telling her she was doing it wrong.

Well one night I had already had enough of her garbage when she says through the window that she thinks she’ll have a grilled chicken salad. I said to just let me know when she’s ready for it. 15 min later, she punches it in and I get to work.

I put this together as perfect looking as I could make it, everything lined up exactly right and it looked just like the menu in every way. What wasn’t like the menu was the long line of dill pickle slices I put under the chicken. Couldn’t see it at all. I put this thing up in the window for her and have her a grin.

She thanked me and grabbed it, and immediately took it out to a table for a customer. I realized I done fucked up. You don’t mess with a customer’s food, ever. I had NEVER seen an order for a grilled chicken salad on 3rd shift.

I was preparing to get yelled at by the manager and to be written up. I waited for 10 min… Nothing. 20 min. Nope. 30 min? Casey comes up to the window to say she wanted to have her grilled chicken salad now and also to pass on her customer’s compliments to the kitchen because it was the best salad they ever had there.

I then told her what happened and she just laughed and thanked me because she also got a pretty big tip out of it.

Yep. Use a rubber band in the screw when trying to unscrew it to help with a bit extra grip and then never use those screws again either. Either that or use a Dremel to turn it into a flat head screw and remove them.

You had it worse then! While there were so so many cats, this was a first date where we didn’t really click and I was happily able to escape as soon as I realized I was in for a bad ride with allergies.

Looks like you already know the joke since you basically explained it. You just don’t have much sense of humor to go with it.

Several years ago I had no idea I had developed a cat allergy. The way I found out? Stopped by the apartment before a first date for a woman who had over a dozen cats. Didn’t stay there long before realizing my eyes were swelling shut lol. Let’s just say I took that as a sign to:

1. Avoid being inducted into crazy cat lady harem
2. Begin allergy shots.

“Tastes like wolf spit” from the grandpa wolf has lived rent free in my mind for like 30 years.

You mean Rocko’s Modern Life?

It all depends on how you state it. I’ve never been called an incel when talking to grown-ass adults about these issues, but I also don’t have to turn to misogyny in doing so. (Not saying this is how you do it, it’s just a generality, and I’ve seen it a sickening amount of times online) That toxic masculinity really shines through when I see men posting online talking about double standards because the focus is on blame. Make it a positive discussion about how you’d like things to be rather than hate towards those holding you back.

Yeah, right.

OK… BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT WIFI ENABLED BUTTPLUG?

Right?! I totally understand that. The place I worked at was a diner, and weekend breakfast rush was always insane. Would go through hundreds of eggs in a single shift to the point the grill would actually cool off if we went through them too fast. We’d always get a few stacks out and ready for whoever was on the grill, because that was the one position that you had no time to do anything except attend to what’s in front of you. But if we went to fast, we’d be using eggs that came straight from the fridge. I loved being on egg grill duty because I had only one job, no other responsibilities, people brought things to you, and I was damn good at it.

As a teen, I worked at a restaurant as a cook. The pay was terrible, the hours were unforgiving, the amount of cuts, bruises, and burns I got deserved hazard pay, and my coworkers were overly dramatic backstabbers. Liked the cooking and getting through a huge rush of customers, loved that when I left for the day my responsibilities and thoughts about work were behind me.

Thanks for owning it. Didn’t see this blowing up in the way it did, and deleting was probably the best call. Tbf I chuckled, but also knew this wasn’t the right place for it. No pearls were clutched, but images like that are for my OTHER account.

1. TIL you cannot NSFW tag a comment. Thank you.
2. No not originally he didn’t, when I replied there was nothing but the image itself. Spoiler tags work on my client but this wasn’t spoilered.

Time and place, my guy. One, you didn’t mark this as NSFW, and two this isn’t a NSFW community.

Many years ago I quit caffeine for about 2 months. Withdrawals went away quickly, but I was missing my morning routine. When I finally went back, caffeine kicked my ass because I had zero tolerance to it, and I had to be really strict with my cutoff time for any caffeine for a long time. I still have to be careful ever since then. Used to be able to have coffee or soda at night and have zero effect. Luckily I’ve quit soda.