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Me at age 17. Not being a whiny coddled bitch boy driven everywhere.

on November 01, 2024

Bicycling +0 Teenager

Bicycling Teenager

Think you have a bad virginity story?

on June 29, 2024

Teenager +0 Wimminfolk

Teenager Wimminfolk

My one attempt at hosting a high school party turns into brawl

on May 31, 2023

School days +0 Teenager

School days Teenager

The diet of a latchkey kid...mine

on February 22, 2023

School days +0 Teenager

School days Teenager

Teenage horrid job: Ponderosa Steakhouse

on November 23, 2021

Camp Nebagamon...fired as a camp counselor

on October 30, 2021

Teenager +0 Work freaks

Teenager Work freaks

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Cascading dominos of friendship cancellations

Dateline: this blurb began in late 2022 but continues to grow as I continue to purge the toxic people from my life. Well folks, I've been on a run lately, canceling numerous friendships. Perhaps my low tolerance for emotional weakness has reached new depths. Perhaps this has been an unusual set of coincidences. Perhaps it's me & my short fuse slash irritability (who, me?). I even have another blurb dedicated to me 'breaking up' with other blokes. Let's get started. 3 platonic female friends Met all via dating app. No love connection but that's still dandy as female friends are valuable & I cherish those I have. One told me 'you need to learn your love language because women dig that.' And indeed, I do see that mentioned on app profiles here & there. No idea what it is but clearly, it's a chick thing, same as stand up paddleboarding & cooking classes. My (joking) reply to her suggestion: 'if I start reading about love languages i...

Being flown to bizarro job interviews

Dateline: aughts & teens. The market research industry is a pseudo-science which I'll tackle separately here someday in thrilling detail. MR is filled with washouts from other legit industries who looked around & realized they could make a decent living simply being punctual & polite. There are also legit smart folks in MR, I met a handful. They & I were smart enough to slurp up the gravy train. Which I did, for 20 years. Let's focus. Ann Arbor, MI. Flown there twice, 5 years apart. Multiple MR sales ppl I know have interviewed here or been asked to. Must have hard time hiring or keeping them. We share similar stories of our visits. This unique shop is home of the spectacularly annoying popup surveys all over the webs. They claim all sorts of perks with their surveys: customer loyalty, competitor threats, yadda yadda. My 1st visit went well enough to talk about working there, the pay package (it sucked) etc. But here's the...

Toxic workplace hall of shame: Gantz-Wiley research firm

Dateline:1996. So I did a couple years in the employee survey & assessments divisions as an office drone at NCS, they later changed their name to Pearson. Long nasty commute across metro Minneapolis, esp. in the winter. Wasn't doing much of anything there but make friends in and out of work with an intense, successful sales guy, and borderline enemies with a high strung drama rager sales rep named Caroline. One day, the latter called in sick with some drama, same day she was to fly to San Francisco and help Dr. David Campbell, a well-known psychologist (i.e., Strong-Campbell interest inventory) host a seminar, of which NCS was a publisher of his various assessments. So they sent me out there in her stead, the flight was a few hours away. Hurried home, back across the city, packed a satchel, drove all the way back across the city to airport, flew out to SF for a couple days. I sat in back of room whilst David explained his theories. On breaks I offered his books, tape...

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