I don’t disagree at all. Gives kids a little nibble of different sectors before they commit their lives to one. Not to mention the hard work, and perspective you gain by doing so.

When you choose your words, you can get a MAGA to be 1000% aggreeable on the “libtard” views they rail against every day. I do it every day and I’m not exaggerating.

Great. We all say this about the service industry, too. So since farming is your life blood you think its hard and people need to understand.

By that logic, everyone should be drafted for many different vocations to gain perspective on other people’s careers.

Edit: Also it seems she’s implying that someone else will pay the wages if she wants a draft. She wouldn’t have to rely on imported employees if she payed a living wage to begin with.

I don’t know who did it. But every patron yesterday at my bar who was spouting off or saying enough is enough, or what is this world coming to, yada yada yada were all real quiet about the whole thing today.

It was a blessed night. Busy. My body is screaming at me. But there was no political talk. Everyone was behaving themselves and besides the one dude I had to kick out yesterday showing up again, it was all around much better.

It almost hurts restraining myself from saying “where’s all that shit talking now? Enough is still enough, right!? RIGHT?”

But when I’m working, I’m working. Maybe one day I’ll get to be the drunk idiot.

It’s interesting how you say this because I serve MAGAs. I’m a bartender in small town Merica.

They’re naturally good people. They care. But if politics enter into the conversation, the narrative changes.

Many of them, when brouched with a hypothetical/reasonable question, such as, “Don’t you find it interesting that if you speak online with people of other nations, they all find us shameful?” they say fuck them, 'Merica! We’d fuck them up anyway, if it came down to it.

They want to get a rise out of the “libtards”. I’ve witnessed them preening and delighted out of the reaction they insight.

Once I steer the conversation, so I don’t shoot my own damned self, they start complaining about prices in the same sentence they hope the tariffs will sink in and help them recover their losses.

We are a nation being forced fed our thoughts, opinions, and ideals. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

I have a lot of them. For some reason I don’t find the mainstream favorites good. Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, Dexter, Sapranos, The zombie one (forgot the name but I preferred Z Nation)

It’s weird. I wish I liked them so I’d have something to talk about but I tend to like shows, movies, books that other people thought were crap but I just can’t get behind the things other people go gaga over.

Like I wasn’t much of a fan of Tombstone but I actually loved 1923.

My guilty pleasure show is Criminal Minds.

There’s an episode where two serial killers meet when one moves into the neighborhood. The “Team” finds their online correspondence and it sounds exactly like this.

Not like the show is very accurate to begin with but it’s pretty creepy with the similarities in this case.

My boyfriend said he thought about me when we listen to Saturday Night by the Misfits. I’m like… do you want to murder me?..

The lyrics always sounded very murdery to me. I think they did an amazing job of making it sound romantic but bf read through the lyrics after that and hugged me when I got home and said he definitely didn’t want to murder me.

Edit: Ok this one is purely personal but I just got done with work and it came out on the playlist, Achilles Come Down by Gangs of Youth.

I learned this song from my daughter. I let her control the music when we’d drive to school and back but I immediately loved this song because unlike me, she has an amazing voice. This is one I only ever heard underneath her crystalline soprano while she sang along.

It was always so beautiful that I didn’t focus on the song so much as her. She made a haunting, sad song a beautiful, pleasant memory for me because now she’s had her license for a while, she’s doing her thing being an ambitious senior. I don’t get to listen to her sing anymore between my work and her school/social schedule.

I miss the days when I stayed up after a 12 hour shift to take her to school because I miss listening to her sing. I brain was fuzzy and that morning sun seared my eyeballs but I cherish every morning now because I don’t have many left. I acutally miss everything about my kids needing me now that one has been independent for quite a few years and the other two are almost independent. I’m listening right now and all I can hear is her voice.

Fuck that shit hits hard. Im going to be an empty nester soon. Fucking FUCK. Fuck does it hit hard. I should be proud. I am! Jesus am I. I don’t know how I was blessed with these people, bio and adopted, that’s how vlessed I am, but I don’t want to look the gift horse in the mouth. Fucking wow, am I proud. But really I’m sad, too.

/soliloquy

I am a mess in every aspect of my life and at this point, I’m just accepting it.

If I got it at Goodwill for $.10, 6/10 because obviously that’s a manufacturing dud but I’ll give it a good home and use it when all the other utensils are dirty.

I wouldn’t be surprised to see this pathetic waste in some Michelin star restaurant pretending it’s trendy and they wasted hundreds buying 200 for $15 each. In that case -5/10.

Thank you, wholeheartedly for this one.

AI is a tool. Just like any tool it can be used for constructive or destructive purposes.

When AI is replacing jobs that people can do while the people are still told to work harder, or replace art while people who create from nothing lose their profit, yes, people will be pissed.

It could be an amazing tool. The fact that I don’t trust my art or my face using any AI is because of the people in control of that tool.

AI isn’t the problem. The people that use it and have full control over it are.

I love it. They’re the new witches.

I can’t shut off my phone, find the flashlight, set an alarm, reset my wifi anymore since they pushed through the AI update on this phone.

Interesting enough, when I adjusted everything to a way that helped, my phone finally shut down and reverted everything back. 'Spose I have to jailbreak my phone now? I’m so out of the loop on tech now that I won’t even know how to get my PC up to date when I finally have time to because I’m always working. I used to be so good (not really) but enough so that I could at least learn on the fly. Now I know I’m doomed. I can’t even figure out how to get into my account to upgrade my internet. I’ve spent hours that I don’t have calling and emailing.

I got one more year of working my ass off. Once the girls graduate I’m fucking off to help my ma and pops through the rest of their years and I’ll get back into gaming and fun stuff. Ill have so many fucking questions for yall when I do.

Less than a year. I love my kids but I can’t wait to slow down a bit and actually enjoy life.

This might be weird but at 3-4 in the morning when I get off work and can’t sleep because I gotta take the kids to school in a couple hours, I day dream about some super power I acquire that allows me, in some form or another, to end the corruption, stop the wars, force every politician into a wage slave job.

Sometimes it’s teleportation and I scare the shit out of them enough to change their ways and fuck over their bank accounts everywhere. Sometimes it’s mind control. Sometimes it’s Jebus-like prophet bullshit.

Ultimately, I just want them to take all the money there is out there from us or in their coffers, and create the utopia we could have, or get close to, if the leaders or the world and those that pay them, didn’t fuck it up for all us little peons.

Then I wake up, rush around to put my house in some semblance of order before I go to work again, smile and laugh, whether I want to or not, for the legit people who struggle just as much as I do and tip me way too fucking much because they know it’ll put food in my kids’ bellies.

Most of them love Trump which hurts every fiber of my being. They’re still good people. They care, and they’re generous and kind. They will go out of their way for anyone, and I’m not exaggerating when I say this. It’s harder to handle them when there’s a dem in office because they never stfu about it and it riles me up having to listen to them but aside from the Punch and Judy indoctrination we’ve all succumbed to we’d agree on absolutely everything as long as you don’t use certain hot button phrases when you talk about it.

I have to say I was having issues using reddit on my browser, it was a simple html issue where I couldn’t break paragraphs, and I went to the support sub and they fixed it within 2 days.

I’ve had mods ban me for visiting, not commenting or posting, just viewing a post from another sub. I’m sure I got shadow banned plenty of times. I left because of the users. I disagreed that someone should Go No Contact with their dementia suffering grandpa for being racist and I felt like I was going crazy with the commenters who tore me a new one.

I stayed for while after because fuck, I’d been on reddit since it had r/all and not much else. I blocked out the one that got me to quit for good. I don’t even want to check back in for curiosities sake because fuck them. I wasn’t wrong in the slightest.

In this atmosphere they can absolutely get away with it because there are so many bigger problems that aren’t even getting attention.

I’d like to reference the gift card scam so many people dealt with in the early 2000s. You buy a gift card at a store with real, cold hard cash and it would expire after 6 months-2 years. No matter how much was on that gift card, it was null and void after a finite amount of time.

Legislation finally went through after way too long, and finally businesses had to honor gift cards for a much longer period of time.

I’d love to think one day they’d put a kebosh on advertising like this but unfortunately I’m very certain it will go on un-addressed for far too long. Our current society favors caveat emptor over caveat venditor.

I just wrote my comment on this particular issue. I had a coworker complain that I made more than them and Boss tried to shame me for it.

Weirdly though I became the manager at my next place and had no problem sitting someone down and telling them why they weren’t making as much as their counterparts and when they’d get their scheduled raise and how they could improve and possibly get a bonus raise based purely on merit.

Some people get salty, some people rise to the occasion. The ones that rise to the occasion are dedicated, they’re receptive to constructive criticism and eager to show you they want to improve. It’s just as much a breathe of fresh air for me to see them so happy that they actually got a raise and I wasn’t just blowing smoke up their asses as it was for them to actually get a raise.

After two raises to two different people I had shown my owner that his money was being put to good use because we got long standing, dedicated employees that went above and beyond. He never questioned it again after that when I proposed a raise for a coworker. Good man, and a good team.

I’ve basically made a career out of serving and bartending. I took a 5 year break to do the stay at home mom thing but my first job getting back into it loved me at first.

It was a very interesting dynamic because it was my first job outside the city I grew up in but it was like riding a bike and I picked it up and immediately impressed them on the first night I was only supposed to be training.

Problem was was that they started firing my coworkers for the most questionable reasons. Then the trophy wife owner would show up to every court hearing for unemployment with forged signatures on their “policy handbook”. A lot of underhanded tactics were used. One of my very good friends was fired on his birthday.

But everytime they’d give me a raise to placate me so I wouldn’t leave. I could write a novel about that place because that’s how my mind works but I won’t.

Long story short, I responded to a server/bartender Facebook group at one point and mentioned my hourly for serving and for bartending. A coworker happen to see my comment and must have complained. (She couldn’t have ever earned the raises I got even if I got them on merit, but she’s a squeaky wheel and sits on a stool when her patrons need their beverages refreshed and plates cleared)

Boss lady made the mistake of messaging me that “it was agreed that you would not talk about your pay” which wasn’t true. She’d whisper to me that I got another raise but never actually said not to say anything, and also- you don’t get to dictate what I speak about on my own personal Facebook account.

I removed my comment just to unruffle feathers however I saved my boss’s message and linked her the exact federal/state article that forbids her from reprimanding me.

That’s when they tried to get me for minor shit. It was absolutely transparent what they were doing but I recorded everything and kept track of dates, times, incidents, message screenshots.

I saw the writing on the wall though and there was another place that had been wanting to poach me for a good while.

I was planning on fighting them earnestly for unemployment and take a month or two off before I started with the new place but they got desperate when their daytime bartender left so I got matching wages if I put my two weeks in and started ASAP so I did.

It was an absolute blessing. That next place treated me well and I was there for about 6 years until they closed their doors for good. Still miss them. I would have missed my old bosses too, if they didn’t try to do dirty the way they did because I genuinely loved them and I wish there wasn’t that bad blood. I don’t regret anything though. They brought it on themselves being so two faced and underhanded.

I threw up in my mouth a little bit. I wanna punch this dude and dedicate my effort to his poor wife.