My first wife didn’t make her son eat anything he didn’t want, but he had to try it, once. Worked out.
It was sometime around then that I learned, and realized, that kids have different taste buds. They make Oscar Meyer wieners bland on purpose.
My kids? Scrawny little fucks won’t eat anything. At all. I don’t know how they function. It’s like hugging tiny skeletons. But, that was me as a little kid. All the adults frustrated as hell with me.
I’d kill for a fast track to New Orleans, Atlanta, Little Rock, Tulsa, Nashville, all that. Ply me with cheap beer, let me chill and ride. What a dream.
Pay and benefits are awesome. After my wife got the list of rules? "Babe. Do NOT take that job."
Late by 30 seconds, fired 3rd time, no exceptions. (This is in the middle of nowhere on the interstate. She would have to show up 40 minutes early to ensure no traffic issues.)
Can’t enter the store before your shift.
Can’t leave the store during your shift.
You must take a particular path to go to the breakroom.
You cannot go outside.
If anyone spots a tat on your flesh? Fired instantly.
There’s more I’m forgetting. This place thinks because of the good pay and benefits that they own you soul.
I laugh at people bitching about their pay. Move. On. Why would the company suddenly throw you a 20% raise!? Out of the goodness of their heart?
My last 3 jobs (top pay): $14 -> $22 -> $39. At this point I could probably jump ship for more but I’m quite content to retire out of this place.
Stay put 3-5 years, gain experience, jump. When we moved here my buddy took a job at an oil change place, barely above min wage and far below his skillset. Kept job hopping and now he’s making $120K+.
Meh, middle-aged white guy here. Got 3 kilts and they’re not so great. Kinda fun in the woods. Went to a party last winter with camo girl leggings and it was super nice. But usually, nah.
The women I dated were hardly conservative, or they wouldn’t be with me, and not a one liked 'em, visibly turned off. YMMV.