So, apparently I cannot do hits that require me to have waiting time in between. Started a hit, it said to wait 3 min. Though, okay! I'll go check on my munchkins. Went in the kitchen and saw Grandma got them dinner. Thought, well I am hungry... Sat down, ate. Then ate some of the Lemon Meringue pie I bought. Stepped outside for a minute. Came back in and looked at computer. It said the hit you were viewing has expired... I couldn't even remember what it was until I clicked over to the forum where I saw the link for the $2 hit. Damn! Multitasking and I do not get along.
I've done custodial work throughout college, didn't get paid much at all and I had to clean up shit, vomit, period blood off toilet seats, blood in sinks.. etc, waking up around 6AM on the weekends for the pleasure of doing this. Didn't ask for tips, didn't feel entitled to them, just did my job. Waiting definitely isn't the worst job and there's no reason to exempt restaurant owners from paying them a fair wage.
But do you take it to the bridge (throw it overboard. See if it can swim back up to the shore) just to cross the bridge or feed the trolls underneath the bridge?
“Daddy, I had a bad dream.” You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it’s 3:23. “Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?” “No, Daddy.” The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter’s pale form in the darkness of your room. “Why not sweetie?” “Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.” For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can’t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
I do think people should definitely have to be in some type of customer service to like do anything related to customer service (like being a supervisor or something) because that shit is hard. People are so mean, all the time. Especially phone customer service, they have no fear because they can't see you.
Vaseline is not a moisturizer; it's a water repellent/sealer. It keeps moisture out (or seals in what is already there). You ever heard the phrase "oil and water don't mix"? That's why vaseline keeps the water out. It's made from petroleum (oil). You need something like Eucera or Aveeno.
Here's a social experiment: call your representative and change the minimum wage for tipped employees. Or, y'know, just keep rationalizing your wage punishment of servers.
I want to live in a HomeZoo house! And I really want to avoid a tipping etiquette debate. It's repetitive enough once a week on Reddit.
Sometimes 2nd person adds to the helplessness of the story, especially for r/nosleep. You're being told what happens to you, as if you have no say in it.
You probably make more than MOST EMT's in the country. Heck, I know a department out here that pays their FULL TIME Firefighter/Medics 10 an hour, and FULL TIME FF/EMT's $7.8. I did it for free at one point. So I wish people would quit bitching about wages
There was a young woman who was traveling around New Zealand. She was driving through the countryside, looking for a hotel to sleep in, but she couldn't find one. Eventually she decided to pull up to the next house she saw. About 10 minutes later she came across a small house. She pulled up, got out and walked up to the door. She knocked on the door and waited. A small old lady came to the door. "Hello?" She asked "Hi" The woman replied "I've been driving all day and I've almost fallen asleep at the wheel 3 times now.I can't find a hotel anywhere, and I was wondering if perhaps you had a spare room I could sleep in tonight. I have money and I'd be happy to pay you. It's just to sleep in, I'll be out of your way in no time at all." The woman smiled and said "Of course you can darling, and don't worry about the money. There's no hotels for miles here, I'd be happy to let you stay. And it would be terrible manners of me not to at least feed you something. I was just serving up dinner now, I made way to much for myself. Would you like some?" The woman accepted gratefully and sat down at the table, after a little bit the old lady said to her "I only have one rule for you, do not go into the third door on the right in the hallway." "Of course" The woman replied "May I ask why?" "Sorry, but it's quite a private matter that I'd rather not discuss" "Sure, don't worry about me. I promise I won't go in there" "Thanks" The old lady said gratefully. They finished their dinner and the old lady showed the woman where the spare room was and then went to bed. As the woman was walking down the hallway, she decided to look through the keyhole of the third door on the right. Just to see what was there. She peered through, and saw a child sitting on a stool in the middle of the room. "Ah" she thought, "that must be the old lady's daughter, she must be in trouble" and she walked into her room and went to sleep. A few hours later she woke up really thirsty, so she got up and walked down the hallway into the kitchen. As she was walking she peered through the keyhole into the daughters room again. The girl was still there, just sitting on the stool. There was something weird about her, she was really pale, to the point where the woman thought she could see right through her. She shook herself and stood up. She was obviously seeing things. She got up and went into the kitchen to get some water. She poured a glass and walked back towards the hallway but couldn't resist looking into the girls room one last time, this time she didn't see the girl, she didn't see anything. All she saw was red, just flat red. Nothing else. She must just be looking at a different part of the room. She stood up, went back to the room and fell asleep again. In the morning, while the old lady was cooking her some breakfast, she asked her about the room. "Is that room in the hallway your daughters room?" She asked The old lady jumped a little bit but recovered and replied "Yes, it is." "It has a lot of red in it, doesn't it?" This time the lady looked at her in fear. "N-No" She stammered. "M-My daughter died 3 years ago, but she had an unusual medical condition. One of her eyes was entirely red..."
I'd rather play Game Theory. Everyone else is foolish enough to keep the system afloat. For example, what if taxes were paid on an honor code? Suppose most people paid their taxes - I'm not paying unless it's mandatory. Your argument is as stupid as people thinking the rich who WANT to be taxed more should just voluntarily give up another 5% of their income. That's a drop in the bucket if only a few people do it. That's the thing, I'm not complaining about wages. I got paid $7.50 starting, worked up to $8.50. However, a lot of people think waiters are some special class of people that are entitled to tips averaging much higher than minimum wage. Nope. McD's workers work way harder and end up with less.
Exactly. And for some reason that sentence creeped me out sectioned off like that. I was like "I didn't write that "