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Honestly I think it's because we do not blow our noses, which leads us into phlegm, which then leads us into needing to get rid of it. It's disgusting, I'll always run to a bathroom or do it in a napkin . . . BUT IN PUBLIC ?!?! WHERE IS THE CLASS !!!! THE DECENCY !!!! Men . . . Blegh . . .
Mar 12, 2025

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omg this has ruined my life, idk why i always assumed it was just saliva they were spitting but it’s PHLEGM?? traumatic
Mar 12, 2025

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I know y'all have a crippling addiction to bubblegum flavored toxins but some of us are really just trying to take a shit in peace. And then you have the audacity to glare at me like I've done something wrong by entering the bathroom when y'all are the ones who're crouched on the piss covered floor in a circle sniffing sewage just for the chance to get lung cancer a couple years earlier than the rest of us. Booooooooooo. Booooooooo. Do you hear that? We're booing you. Nobody thinks you're cool.
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In the course of 365, I . . . - Started dating my current girlfriend - Became a manager in training at a fast food restaurant - Lost my great grandfather - Started smoking cigarettes again - Became 18 - Left previously mentioned fast food restaurant - Moved out from home to live with my girlfriend - Tried to stop smoking, emphasis on tried - Realized I was going to become a dropout - Worked at a family owned barbecue place - Had multiple breakdowns over how I felt stuck, believing my life is over - Started working at a food truck as a line cook, rekindling my love for cooking - Left that food truck to work for a new restaurant - Helped BUILD AND MOVE IN FURNITURE FOR MONTHS - Waited, and waited, and waited for work - Started cooking again - Restaurant FINALLY(!) opened, so started work - Panic over my age and lack of experience - Realize everyone has to start somewhere, they weren't just born at 30 and were immediately a great cook - Got something on the menu and people like it - Got my first GOOD GOOD check, making me realize it's my last year being broke Of course this isn't everything, but to me it's everything worthwhile/worth mentioning. This was a picture from a couple days ago, my love goes to school for psychology and I walk around the campus playing Pokemon Go/reading/listening to music. A tree. A billion little things, doing one gigantic thing. Living.
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I live about six minutes away from my work, so I rise at 8:40, enough time to cuddle and love my Lily. I get there around 8:58. Across the street, parked in front of Miron's Steak House, a long, big, white, semi. Truck day. 3 boxes of brussel, 5 of assorted mushrooms, 1 container of micro cilantro, 1 container of blood leaves, 1 box of lime, 1 box of lemons, and 1 box of oranges. I'm a prep cook, so I started my tasks for the day. I prepped a lot of fucking potatos. And I mean, A LOT. Cut them hotdog style, into 4 wedges, coat them in salt and pepper. Made mustard, I hate mustard. Such an interesting thought. How do I know if this is good? I don't like it at all, so how do I even KNOW it's good? Anyways . . pre cooked some steaks, got very smokey. Cut my hand, ouch. Today we opened at 4:00, so I got to work some service. Lot of charcuterie boards, my favorite things to make. We had to make twenty on the fly, we made so many before open . . Sink pipe busted, stewards had to fix it on the fly. After work I tried applying to McAdoo's again. Fancy fish restaurant. I love fish. I'll work with it more someday. That was all the things worth mentioning. I'll be better at telling all of you things like this, give me time. I'm working on a book, it's better than this I swear.
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I'm treating myself like I am hot shit and a niche celeb who stopped posting suddenly so just go along with it. No ego here, just a guy who likes writing/talking. I left my job the 10th of this month. That's the nice, don't beat yourself up about it, way I tell people when they ask about work. Truth is I got fired. 2025. Holy Fucking Cow. So many deaths. So many accidents. So many ' So Many 's. I'm an emotional guy. A cry baby, If you will. Whenever something out of ordinary/not scheduled programming happens, I need a day. This resulted in a lot of time off. Reasonable time off, I believed. Manage didn't agree with me. I was called a 'Unreliable Worker', with a, 'Unpredictable Schedule'. So they let me go. There I was, wondering the streets during lunch time, looking for something, ANYTHING, preferably cooking/culinary. My girlfriend believed I was at work, making momey to support us, two cats, and our very inexpensive rent, that I was miraculosly short on, again. I called friends, the family that would answer, and some old coworkers about who's hiring, and who is basically telling you to fuck off. This is the part of the story that sounds fake, I sat at a bench in front of arguably one of my favorite restaurants ever. McAdoo's Seafood Company. Dreaming of working there, learning the in's and out's, burning my finger tips, coming home smelling like the mediterranean, and going back to do it all again. As I'm looking at it, I see a hanging sign of a hand pointing to the left with "Enterance" written on it. It's to a steakhouse i've heard of, but never ate at, I figured I must as well try. I walked in, immediately realizing they're closed. And there is he, my savior, the reason I'm able to pay my rent, my everything, Steve. Typing away on his laptop, asks me, "Hey, how can I help you?" I was thrown off guard so hard to the point I stuttered to an extent I never have before. As I'm mumbling away, all I can get out of my stupid mouth was "I need a job." He laughed, asked what I'd be applying for, and I tell him culinary. He hands me an application, and interviews me on the spot, we talk about where I was working, my background, past jobs, ect. We talk for longer, and offers me the job, tells me to come back later to meet the kitchen manager. I do. Sweetest woman ever. We talk, get to know each other a bit. She asks me embarrassingly if I'd like to work the same day for how two of her cooks called in, I obviously say yes. And I've been there since. Some of the most amazing, kind, and stupid people I've ever met. You'd have to drag me out by my feet if you wanted me to leave. To whoever stayed and listened to my rambling, thank you, a lot.
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