Tell you what, let’s play a game. I’ll give you a dollar for every sanitation worker you can find who went above and beyond during the snowstorm without trying to game union rules. You give me a dollar for every entitled union worker who tried to figure out how to juice the snowtorm for maximum overtime and didn’t give two shits about how good a job he did.
Result: You broke, me going to AC to play blackjack with all your fucking money.
Well, after finding out earlier today what jackal considers to be a “happy ending” (some petting, sweet talk, then a blast to the head from a .45), I’m just gonna steer clear.
Good to know, lech the next time I want to sit in a car with the engine running while I’m hiding out from someone. Again, I’m waiting to see if the story is actually true- being in the Post don’t make it so.
New York is a great place to lose one’s hoarding tendancies. I went from storing virtually everything I ever had since childhood to becoming a minimalist.
By lechacal on January 3, 2011 4:47 PM
If I had my druthers I would live in a trailer somewhere and own almost nothing. Accumulating stuff seriously depresses me.
Nothing like stereotyping, hey jackal?
“just like there were cases of Sanitation workers putting in 20 hour shifts”
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Tell you what, let’s play a game. I’ll give you a dollar for every sanitation worker you can find who went above and beyond during the snowstorm without trying to game union rules. You give me a dollar for every entitled union worker who tried to figure out how to juice the snowtorm for maximum overtime and didn’t give two shits about how good a job he did.
Result: You broke, me going to AC to play blackjack with all your fucking money.
Well, after finding out earlier today what jackal considers to be a “happy ending” (some petting, sweet talk, then a blast to the head from a .45), I’m just gonna steer clear.
Good to know, lech the next time I want to sit in a car with the engine running while I’m hiding out from someone. Again, I’m waiting to see if the story is actually true- being in the Post don’t make it so.
New York is a great place to lose one’s hoarding tendancies. I went from storing virtually everything I ever had since childhood to becoming a minimalist.
“Except guns of course.”
Well, duh.
By lechacal on January 3, 2011 4:47 PM
If I had my druthers I would live in a trailer somewhere and own almost nothing. Accumulating stuff seriously depresses me.
Except guns of course.
I’m sure there were cases of Sanitation workers blowing off their duties, just like there were cases of Sanitation workers putting in 20 hour shifts.
There obviously needs to be an investigation of what went wrong on all levels, but individual stories like this one do not really add much.
That book is published by the Free Press; a very reliable imprint.