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One time I had this garbage Calc I professor in college. I passed the AP (US) test in high school, but since I was studying engineering, for some reason the AP credits didnt count toward my major, only elective, and I had to retake it. Anyways she was terrible….screwed up problems and shit all the time…lost focus….went off on random tangents mid discussion. She lost all of her students. Six weeks into the class, and after the first major test, almost 70% of the class had a D or an F.

This was over ten years ago when I was a rebellious 15 year old going to public school.

I would walk the three blocks to school every morning enter campus via a side gate and cut across a field to make it to class on time. My walk was probably about 15 minutes with half of that being once I was already on campus.

I’m not a morning person so I would leave with just enough time for this most direct route, which was fine but every one in a while the gate would be locked. Now I’m a tall, rambunctious fella, so hoping the fence was not a big deal. But one day my pants caught on the fence and ripped so i had to go back home to change.

Obligatory disclaimer that’s so obligatory it has become cliche itself: LTL, FTP. TL;DR at the end.

Also, trigger warning for anyone offended by crimes against potatoes, cheese, and cuisine in general. I have since attempted to atone for my sins by never treating food this poorly again. With that out of the way:

Over a decade ago, I worked in a small, independent pizzeria in the rural Midwest, USA, as both a cook and, nominally, an assistant manager, which seemed to imply that I had authority to bear the brunt of customer complaints while also lacking the authority to do much about them other than call for an actual manager. Even so, it was a pretty nice job, in no small part due to the fact that, being a non-chain restaurant in a small town in the Corn Belt, most of our clientele was fairly nice and civil, or near-insensate from being high on moonshine or some other recreational pharmaceutical after some local hoedown or shindig. Or both, since I’ve found the Venn diagram of “chill folks” and “folks who are likely intoxicated by cannibis” to contain a not-insignificant overlap.

This was about 8 year ago when I worked for Soobway. A customer came in and wanted a “Fresh Fit” sub. So, tons of salt, carbs, but low fat! Anyway. He got his turkey sub and was onto veggies. FF and Me.

FF: I want Lettuce, onion, Extra Tomato and Mayo.

I put on double tomatoes which is 12 slices.

This will be a long, but it felt so good.

I had a family friend who was a Financial Manager for a government job and was down 5 staff members and was drowning. So he asks me and another family friend if her and I wanted to come work temp jobs while he staffed up. We agreed because he was super nice and fun outside of the work place.

Lord was this NOT the case at work. He quickly showed him true colors. He was a micro manager, ass kisser and talked down to anyone below his job title. He would constantly have arguments and if if wasn’t going his way he’d say “I’m the manager, so you can stop talking.” But I dealt with it for 6 months because it paid well and the only IT job I could find, I turned down at the start of this job because I made a commitment. I regretted that all 6 months.