There’s a balance in there. Do you really want to work for a company that wouldn’t hire you because there might be a pic of you drunk in college on the internet somewhere? I sure as hell wouldn’t.
Honestly, it’s not terrible after you’ve had it a few times and know what to expect. Still don’t drink it for fun, but won’t shy away on a dare. Also, chase it with a shot of peppermint schnapps, that kills some of the aftertaste.
Disagree on the timeline; I’ve always gotten the “verbal, accept, written PENDING background/drug screen.” I always tell the hiring company I’ll put in my 2 weeks after they confirm I’ve passed background/drug (and I have no reason to ever think I won’t.) I don’t want some snafu screwing me, and I want them to be on the clock for the background/drug screen, not dragging their feet. And it’s nice to know you’ll be dropping that 2 weeks even if no one else does, you can still slack off at work.
Thoughts on the scaries about not having football soon? I can usually stave them off because football on Sunday nights puts me in my happy place, but I’m already getting the cold sweats over not knowing what to do for the next 8 months.
When we went for the “find out the gender” ultrasound and the tech highlighted with the John Madden teleprompter pen and blurted “there’s the labia” I vowed to make it my life’s work that said labia never appeared on a screen again.
You want to hate on Trump, have a ball, but honestly that didn’t read as that pretentious. It was basically just a bunch of resumes bashed together into an article.
“In escrow” doesn’t mean you own it. You’re in escrow right up until you close, then you own it. And the previous owner’s stuff can be in the house right until close, because they own it.
I refused to buy a toilet that sounded too dainty. I don’t want a “Cadet” or a “Diplomat”, I want the American Standard Shitcrusher 4000, or the Kohler Grizzly Bear or something.
There’s a balance in there. Do you really want to work for a company that wouldn’t hire you because there might be a pic of you drunk in college on the internet somewhere? I sure as hell wouldn’t.
Never trust anyone who spends much of their day sitting Indian-style, excuse me, criss-cross-applesauce.
Honestly, it’s not terrible after you’ve had it a few times and know what to expect. Still don’t drink it for fun, but won’t shy away on a dare. Also, chase it with a shot of peppermint schnapps, that kills some of the aftertaste.
Power move.
Newscasters put their mic box thingers around their ankles, dude.
Malort: When you need to unfriend someone in person (TM)
I think I speak for all when I say…sup?
So. Much. This.
Disagree on the timeline; I’ve always gotten the “verbal, accept, written PENDING background/drug screen.” I always tell the hiring company I’ll put in my 2 weeks after they confirm I’ve passed background/drug (and I have no reason to ever think I won’t.) I don’t want some snafu screwing me, and I want them to be on the clock for the background/drug screen, not dragging their feet. And it’s nice to know you’ll be dropping that 2 weeks even if no one else does, you can still slack off at work.
Thoughts on the scaries about not having football soon? I can usually stave them off because football on Sunday nights puts me in my happy place, but I’m already getting the cold sweats over not knowing what to do for the next 8 months.
When we went for the “find out the gender” ultrasound and the tech highlighted with the John Madden teleprompter pen and blurted “there’s the labia” I vowed to make it my life’s work that said labia never appeared on a screen again.
I’m aware of that. I’m making fun of calling it a Platinum since that could refer to any of several Fords that have Platinum as the top trim level.
What’s a Ford Platinum?
I find that with most people, it’s not valuable to start a dialogue.
Siamese fighting fish, also known as a Beta. Glass bowl, some water, the fish, and some food. Done.
You want to hate on Trump, have a ball, but honestly that didn’t read as that pretentious. It was basically just a bunch of resumes bashed together into an article.
I think that only worked 2008-2016.
“In escrow” doesn’t mean you own it. You’re in escrow right up until you close, then you own it. And the previous owner’s stuff can be in the house right until close, because they own it.
That’s an average of $2,222.22/mo in principle at 0% interest (800k/360). Seems unrealistic.
I refused to buy a toilet that sounded too dainty. I don’t want a “Cadet” or a “Diplomat”, I want the American Standard Shitcrusher 4000, or the Kohler Grizzly Bear or something.