My first position out of school required working the “normal” 8-6 schedule as well as every other weekend (code deployments while users were off the system). This was treated as “to be expected” and I was too afraid to raise a complaint. I’m a salaried employee and there was no comp time granted for hours worked over weekends. But remember, “you should be happy to have a job to begin with!”
“Glancing over at the plastic cup half-filled with wine, you realize the price of the Uber doesn’t truly matter because you just drank three-quarters of a bottle that her roommate actually bought last weekend.” The reality of this rationalization and how much I do it myself hit me square in the chest.
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My first position out of school required working the “normal” 8-6 schedule as well as every other weekend (code deployments while users were off the system). This was treated as “to be expected” and I was too afraid to raise a complaint. I’m a salaried employee and there was no comp time granted for hours worked over weekends. But remember, “you should be happy to have a job to begin with!”
I want to meet all the basics who think about hooking up as much as this article states.
I quit when you mentioned scooping crushed, liquefied Goldfish from your cheeks. You bastard. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Halfway through I had to scroll up to see if I had unwittingly started reading a Kendra article.
Every time I open a PGP column and the author isn’t “Will deFries”, I contemplate just not reading it and moving onto the next one.
I never fully understood the Kendra hatred until I read this article.
The weeknights are for staying in.
I want to add the dude as a connection just to throw him fake endorsements (like all my real LinkedIn connections seem to do all the time).
Being forced into the suburban “mating market” because of your office’s bullshit location 25 miles from downtown. PGP.
The worst part of this story is knowing that their Postmates dinner probably cost Todd upwards of $100. Poor bastard.
“Glancing over at the plastic cup half-filled with wine, you realize the price of the Uber doesn’t truly matter because you just drank three-quarters of a bottle that her roommate actually bought last weekend.” The reality of this rationalization and how much I do it myself hit me square in the chest.