I can tell you I was not in any way butt hurt. It’s just uprooting your life for a change of experience doesn’t personally compute for me. Again, key word is personally. I hope the best for anyone that decides to do that.
In a sober situation, I would say that there’s no way they were actually in the Mafia. People that are involved in that shit don’t talk about it. But, assuming they were drunk, maybe he let it slip.
Personally I just can’t imagine uprooting myself because I’m in a rut. Granted, I’m in a pretty good spot for what I do for a living so that makes the idea less appealing. But it’s mostly the leaving my family behind thing. I’m really close with everyone that lives in the area so I don’t like the idea of being more than a car ride away.That being said, godspeed.
I hit 30 this year. Though I don’t have kids, I really feel like I’m entering my days of dad-like drinking abilities. I think once you get to a certain point in your drinking career, you really gain the ability to coast rather than slam down on the accelerator. Also, I’ve noticed that like my dad has done in the past, if you mix liquor and beer you are fucked. I can drink a million Bud Lights, or sip Makers neat all night, but as soon as I start double fisting it’s a one way ticket to Blackout City.
The bar I’m a regular at used to have 22oz Bud and Bud Lights for $4 on Saturday nights. I realized I was a regular when my buddy and I walked in and our bartender just set out one Bud Light and one Bud in front of “our stools” as soon as we walked in the door. We didn’t even say anything. It was awesome.
There are lots of jobs within a lot of trades as you move up that are less taxing on your body. If you’re good at what you do, and you have half a brain, it can still be a pretty sweet deal.
I’m a building engineer. For the record, some people that call themselves a building engineer do nothing but call people on the phone to fix stuff. While others (like myself) went to school and actually use their hands for much more than being a handyman. Now that that’s out of the way…
These dudes, including your building engineer, are fucking boners. I have never worked in the residential side of things, but even in an office setting when you have to move someone else’s stuff, you have them do it. Politely explain that you need access to the area and that they need to move anything they don’t want damaged. Like any job, communication is key in building maintenance. These dudes dropped the ball, and now they’re mad they got called out. Fuck ’em. If they work for a reputable company their supervisor will go apeshit.
Also important to keep in mind when considering it’s really for the boys, don’t price people out. Keep it reasonable so as many people (within reason) can go.
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I can tell you I was not in any way butt hurt. It’s just uprooting your life for a change of experience doesn’t personally compute for me. Again, key word is personally. I hope the best for anyone that decides to do that.
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In a sober situation, I would say that there’s no way they were actually in the Mafia. People that are involved in that shit don’t talk about it. But, assuming they were drunk, maybe he let it slip.
Personally I just can’t imagine uprooting myself because I’m in a rut. Granted, I’m in a pretty good spot for what I do for a living so that makes the idea less appealing. But it’s mostly the leaving my family behind thing. I’m really close with everyone that lives in the area so I don’t like the idea of being more than a car ride away.That being said, godspeed.
Disclaimer: I realize my opinion means nothing to Max.
But am I the only one who feels like this is nuts?
I hit 30 this year. Though I don’t have kids, I really feel like I’m entering my days of dad-like drinking abilities. I think once you get to a certain point in your drinking career, you really gain the ability to coast rather than slam down on the accelerator. Also, I’ve noticed that like my dad has done in the past, if you mix liquor and beer you are fucked. I can drink a million Bud Lights, or sip Makers neat all night, but as soon as I start double fisting it’s a one way ticket to Blackout City.
The bar I’m a regular at used to have 22oz Bud and Bud Lights for $4 on Saturday nights. I realized I was a regular when my buddy and I walked in and our bartender just set out one Bud Light and one Bud in front of “our stools” as soon as we walked in the door. We didn’t even say anything. It was awesome.
This is exactly what I said the first time I had it. But I’ll be damned if I don’t like it now.
There are lots of jobs within a lot of trades as you move up that are less taxing on your body. If you’re good at what you do, and you have half a brain, it can still be a pretty sweet deal.
I’m a building engineer. For the record, some people that call themselves a building engineer do nothing but call people on the phone to fix stuff. While others (like myself) went to school and actually use their hands for much more than being a handyman. Now that that’s out of the way…
These dudes, including your building engineer, are fucking boners. I have never worked in the residential side of things, but even in an office setting when you have to move someone else’s stuff, you have them do it. Politely explain that you need access to the area and that they need to move anything they don’t want damaged. Like any job, communication is key in building maintenance. These dudes dropped the ball, and now they’re mad they got called out. Fuck ’em. If they work for a reputable company their supervisor will go apeshit.
She’ll get a job at like, one of her parents friends firm or whatever. She’s the worst. She’ll succeed.
Because she sucks.
Still hard for me to muster up compassion.
Personally, I think Memorial Day weekend is perfect for a bachelor party. Especially if it’s like a lake house weekend.
Maybe don’t be a cunt to people trying to do their jobs and this doesn’t happen. No part of me feels bad for her.
Also important to keep in mind when considering it’s really for the boys, don’t price people out. Keep it reasonable so as many people (within reason) can go.
When you put it that way, it’s hard to argue.
Wait, haven’t you been to like, one bachelor party?
I’ve probably said this before, but if it’s a whole weekend, and you don’t budget your pto to take that Monday off? Good luck.
If I’m Todd, Finn has a whisper yelling conversation with lots of chest poking in the adjacent room of the next social gathering.