I worked in a fast food restaurant for a summer when I was in high school. It was enough to make me never eat certain foods at fast food restaurants ever again. Some of what we got away with was seriously gross.

Jesus H. Fuck, Elderly CW..... How many fucking times am I going to have to show you how to save an excel file? Oh my God. I'mma lose my shit. "I'll get it eventually".... No, no you won't you're almost 80 years old and you're forgetting shit you always knew, not learning new shit!! *headdesk*

Jobs I've done: cabinet maker, nurse aid, assembly line factory worker, injection molding factory worker, sandwich artist, and county magistrate.

Gypsy, tramp, thief; president of two international houses of pancakes.

That would be a red flag for me, him calling you back so quick and eager for you to start asap. It sounds kind of desperate.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I found like the absolute perfect job and submitted my application/resume. The guy called me back about 5 minutes later and wanted to phone interview me for the position. It was going great until he asked when I could start and I said at the end of May when I'm done training my replacement at my lab. He said, "Oh, well, we really need someone to start right now". Crap. I am half tempted to just leave my current job but I don't want to burn any bridges especially when the offer isn't final.

Whew. I applied for several more jobs and a couple co ops today. What annoys me is when you are filling out their applications and it won't submit because, say, you used a dollar sign by your salary. It's like you have to go through and guess what you're doing wrong. Maybe it's their weeding out strategy, haha.

Writer, editor, lecturer, teacher, past president of 2 international corporations.

I just applied for more internships and got some leads for jobs from my job fair. And I even maybe found a "date" with one company that is really looking for a specialized sales engineer. The rep from the company really wanted to hire me right there, but he says he has to give my resume to HR first. Fingers crossed--a nice cushy job would be so great.

Eight years ago you wanted to open an ice cream shop. Asked me to process your payroll & sales taxes. You then IGNORE the forms I give you, pay everything late, don't EVER provide me with the info I need, and then decide to close said ice cream shop. Eight years later, payroll tax agencies are up your ass and around the corner. And this is now MY fucking emergency? My boss is asking ME what went wrong? YOU! You're what went wrong, you blithering idiot! Client: I hate you right in the face.