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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:09 pm
Feel free to rant on about a stressful day at your job. I'll start. (I have multiple part-time jobs, all of them equally stressful and equally full of morons)
About two weeks ago, I was working at the registers at Target. Some wicked skinny girl walks up to me, sets some merchandise down on the counter and asked me, "I'm thinking of getting a treat, what do you think I should get?"
Naturally, being a lover of chocolate, I handed the girl a Kit-Kat bar. She looked at the nutrition facts and gasped. "Oh my god! This has, like, 27 carbs! I can't eat this!" she yelled.
Then I said, "Dude... It's candy. You know it's bad for you. Just buy it."
She quickly responds, "But see... I'm, like, on a diet."
So she didn't buy anything but the things she already had. I spent the rest of the day thinking, Seriously? How much skinnier can you f*cking get?!
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:09 pm
even though girls are always trying to get skinnier they can afford to eat some candy every once and a while. she shouldn't be so stressed (she might have an eating disorder!!!!!)
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 1:06 pm
I work for a contractor in a hauling service and we go around the san diego county doing trash clean up, moving peoples, spas, funiture, some remodeling, demolition, etc. The one thing I hate about my job is when the clients who hire us have teenage boys, they make or think everything we say into some in-u-endo. Animals troubles my boss doesn't worry about since I'm good with most general house pets.
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