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It all began when I started sleeping with the boy next door, and we stole pot from his pop’s stash. It was a slippery slope. And, well, you know the rest…. : P
A stressful moment for my brother in law goes something like “hey, break up that fight!” or “I’m sorry Mrs. Smith, but your child is just a no-talent dumbass.”
A stressful moment for my sister goes something like “oops… he’s dead.”
One of my brothers in law is a school teacher. He works pretty light hours for modest pay. He gets to do things like run marathons (which requires a lot of training). He never works weekends. He gets two months off in the summer. If he fucks something up, some kid doesn’t learn something. He’ll probably learn it later.
My sister he is married to is an anaesthesia resident. She works around the clock under intense stress. If she fucks something up, her patient dies. She gets paid about 7 or 8 times what he gets paid.
hi cobble, hi wendy, hi dave.
I’ll start. It began when I was a child. My father was a federal gov’t employee. We had health insurance. The whole family. Terrible I know. He died when I was still in college but I stayed in college ( public university-tax supported) .
So, disgracefull my mother raised my 3 younger brothers on a survivor’s ‘pension’. I know, I know. Horrible.
Later I was doing fine. Worked for minimum wage with no benefits. I had great self-esteem then. But then moved to NYC and got a job with health benefits and vacation. They got me hooked again and 8 years later landed in a state job. Years flew by(30) and now sunk to new low and have my own pension and health insurance. I just can’t face people any more.
Friends have rejected me. But I understand. I have to get the demon off my back.
(raises hand)
It all began when I started sleeping with the boy next door, and we stole pot from his pop’s stash. It was a slippery slope. And, well, you know the rest…. : P
A stressful moment for my brother in law goes something like “hey, break up that fight!” or “I’m sorry Mrs. Smith, but your child is just a no-talent dumbass.”
A stressful moment for my sister goes something like “oops… he’s dead.”
Mariska Hargitay, Helen Mirren, Penelope Cruz, Meryl Streep, and Pauley Perette.
……actually I mean when she starts her permanent job in the fall she will get paid about 7 or 8 times what he gets paid.
One of my brothers in law is a school teacher. He works pretty light hours for modest pay. He gets to do things like run marathons (which requires a lot of training). He never works weekends. He gets two months off in the summer. If he fucks something up, some kid doesn’t learn something. He’ll probably learn it later.
My sister he is married to is an anaesthesia resident. She works around the clock under intense stress. If she fucks something up, her patient dies. She gets paid about 7 or 8 times what he gets paid.
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hi cobble, hi wendy, hi dave.
I’ll start. It began when I was a child. My father was a federal gov’t employee. We had health insurance. The whole family. Terrible I know. He died when I was still in college but I stayed in college ( public university-tax supported) .
So, disgracefull my mother raised my 3 younger brothers on a survivor’s ‘pension’. I know, I know. Horrible.
Later I was doing fine. Worked for minimum wage with no benefits. I had great self-esteem then. But then moved to NYC and got a job with health benefits and vacation. They got me hooked again and 8 years later landed in a state job. Years flew by(30) and now sunk to new low and have my own pension and health insurance. I just can’t face people any more.
Friends have rejected me. But I understand. I have to get the demon off my back.