I blocked most of my early employment experiences out of my head because before this job I was an independent contractor for years so that was all a long time agoā¦
my first boss was really terrible so hereās my story about that if youāre interested in reading.
My boss after that never really said anything dumb to me specifically but he is kind of dumb in general bless his heart. he was in an iconic post-hardcore band in the late 90s and early 2000s and broke the group apart over some lifestyle differences (totally understandable tbh). He talks a lot about not wanting to sell out which translates to being very bad at business and he has a habit of burning bridges and not listening to other peoplesā input. He has beefed with every single business partner heās had and heās still dumping money into his failing restaurant years after I left.
not dumb but when I worked at a farmers market cafe in an airstream trailer my Italian-American boss would get really mad at me when I wouldnāt say the Aranciata flavor of San Pellegrino with the correct Italian pronunciation (I said it like ah-ron-see-ah-ta lol š) so he would tell me ITāS ARANCIATA while wildly gesticulating Italianly and I was like chill dude nobody here is even Italian like that.
Sep 26, 2024
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- in high school i was an attendant at a local gallery and there was a large beeswax artwork that included some little wax towers on the ground. I was supposed to tell people not to touch it/ensure they didnāt step on it. One day a woman came in and started fiddling with the wax. I was so excited to finally do my job and said āuh maam Iām sorry but please donāt touch the artwork!ā and she responded āIām the artist.ā
- recently met my big bossā wife and said āOh, youāre jerryās husband!ā shewas very nice about it
- was working an outdoor event with maybe 100 people in a line in front of me and opening bottles of sparkling wine. I opened one too quickly (they have been exceedingly fizzy) and it made a loud popping noise, the cork shot up over 20 feet, and my entire face and front were blasted with foamy rosĆ©. To make matters worse, in addition to laughing, everyone broke out in loud applause; I guess in response to the normal connotation of the sound of a champagne bottle popping? I worked another couple hours but it was wildly embarrassing. The girls at the front of the line were very nice and told me I didnāt even mess up my makeup lol
May 14, 2025
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makes me feel like a south philly construction worker and you need that sometimes
Jan 22, 2024
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nobody knows when I started working here or if Iām even still employed. But when I show up itās memorable.
Jun 15, 2024
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyābe it a relative or one of my best friendsāwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too š
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Iāve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapidāa critique often rooted in misogynyābut now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretationāpreconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your imageāselfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that thereās another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. Itās refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, Iāve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentionalāsomething that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. Iāve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? Itās a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024