I had Thursday/Friday off, making a nice 4 day weekend, and felt like i was starting to relax by Sunday. I actually baked cookies Sunday evening on impulse, something I havent done in years because i just havent the energy. The thought of working today stressed me out so much i woke up at 5am and couldnt fall back asleep, then had a small emotional breakdown while sitting at my desk staring at the number of tickets in my queue. We downsized this year and let everyone else in my position go, leaving only me to do the work of a team of 4....Im so tired....

I uninstalled the app years ago and still see this in the play store.

As an Americam who was subjected to the pledge in highschool, I thought the same and refused to stand for it starting in middle school. The school cant force you to do the pledge of allegiance, but they dont exactly tell students....or teachers.

Every school year id run into a teacher who took sitting during the pledge to be the same as taking a dump on the flag and send me to the front office only for them to send me right back to class because im within my rights to sit. One teacher in particular angrily "lectured" me, a 16 year old, about how her husband served over seas and me sitting is the same as telling him to get fucked more or less. By my junior year the office staff started making excuses as to why i needed to stand like "teachers check dress code during the pledge" or "they check attendance", but I continued to sit anyway since these excuses were always bullshit.

In the arms of an angel....

second this. That book really helped me understand wtf happened during my childhood and gain a sense of identity I had never felt before.

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Reminds me of a notice put on our old apartment door about their plans to paint.

Shit, I forgot to include on my resume that 1 week I worked at dominos where I received no training and spent the entire time either being following around by the driver while he rambled on about conspiracy theories, erasing the chalkboard nipples someone kept drawing on the dining room chalkboard, or both. Guess my employer should fire me from my IT job now. /s

That doesnt seem terrible to me, but I also married someone who pours orange juice on their cereal. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Theyre names so the latin alphabet form would be the translation, more or less.

Пятницкiй, Скиталецъ, М. Горький, Найденовъ, Л. Андреев, Шаляпинъ, Бунинъ, Телешевъ, Чирико

Would be...

Pyatnitsky, Skitalets, M. Horky (possibly gorky?), Naydenov, L. Andreev, Shalyapin, Bunin, Teleshev, Chiriko.

(Note, im a native english speaker studing to speak Ukrainian)

Pallet guy. Very few know his face, but we all know his tiny car and stack of 10 pallets on top speeding down the interstate.