“3. Those that don’t work hard enough and cry how poor or unfortunate they are and claim that they work hard enough and just life didn’t align their stars.”
This sounds bitter to me. It negates the fact that there are millions of people without jobs right now who actually did work really hard to get where they were a year or so ago and still want to work hard, but are relegated to the trash basket by your “3.”.
Sometimes there are extraordinary external events that effect one’s life. Sometimes a family member gets sick, and a job offer is let go in favor of better working hours to care for that family member. Sometimes a child gets sick. Or a person gets sick themselves. It seems too easy to be so cold and bitter, harder to stop and think about what happens to individuals.
We don’t know, IJ. Were you surprised because your cataracts miraculously cleared up? You were overcome with lust? You were expecting a bird with a leg canister? 🙂
“D they call you jester at work???? They call me dave.
Posted by: daveinbedstuy at October 29, 2009 5:05 PM”
I thought they called you “Dave in bed”?
That’s my point Arkady, it works pretty well over here. Just wondered whether it would work over there.
“Wait- did I mention everyone…. whoops! *yanked off stage by cobblesnaps*”
LOL!!
A COTD post made me think. What proportion of the renters here have housemates (excluding significant other and children)?
Joe: i’m a blonde (no homo) and i comment on my own posts (no homo). now i’m out 4 reals.
“Wait- did I mention everyone…. whoops! *yanked off stage by cobblesnaps*”
ROFL!!!
ok…now I’m really out…nite!
Ok, I’ll be more specific.
“3. Those that don’t work hard enough and cry how poor or unfortunate they are and claim that they work hard enough and just life didn’t align their stars.”
This sounds bitter to me. It negates the fact that there are millions of people without jobs right now who actually did work really hard to get where they were a year or so ago and still want to work hard, but are relegated to the trash basket by your “3.”.
Sometimes there are extraordinary external events that effect one’s life. Sometimes a family member gets sick, and a job offer is let go in favor of better working hours to care for that family member. Sometimes a child gets sick. Or a person gets sick themselves. It seems too easy to be so cold and bitter, harder to stop and think about what happens to individuals.
We don’t know, IJ. Were you surprised because your cataracts miraculously cleared up? You were overcome with lust? You were expecting a bird with a leg canister? 🙂
I’ll see you asshats later. Fight nice 🙂
***Snappy for Mayor*** (TUESDAY!)