Dark Side of the Joon
azspot:

Joe Heller: Nevada Rancher
eviltessmacher:

fuckyeahretailrobin:

I work in the service deli in a grocery store, and part of my job is frying chicken. To cook it we basically have to hold raw chicken as close to 400 degree oil as possible before we drop it in. When the fryers are dirty (as the ones at my store always are because nobody cleans them but me) the oil is more likely to bubble up and explode all over the place when you drop something in it. 
I was dropping chicken for an order (i.e. doing my job) when the dirty oil exploded all over my forearm, and even though I washed it off and ran my arm under cool water at the first opportunity, I still had blisters within 10 minutes and the pain was so intense I thought I might pass out. about 1/4 of my right forearm was red and puffy and covered in blisters. I still had to work, which meant putting my now-blistered arm over the fryer and in the oven and hot case. Once the skin started sloughing off my arm (about 30 minutes after I first got burned) I started throwing up because of how much pain I was in.
My manager walked into the back room, saw me vomiting into a trash can and said “just take some ibuprofen or something, I need you to get back to work.”
I ended up walking out on my shift after telling her repeatedly that I needed to go home because I’d been puking on/off for an hour and there was no way I could get the burning to stop when I kept having to expose the area to heat. She tried to make me stay and call all of my coworkers to find someone to cover the rest of my shift, and then when I said I was leaving to go to a doctor she called the store manager and I had to file an accident report.
She hadn’t even told the store director I’d been injured.

And that’s why employees need unions.

eviltessmacher:

fuckyeahretailrobin:

I work in the service deli in a grocery store, and part of my job is frying chicken. To cook it we basically have to hold raw chicken as close to 400 degree oil as possible before we drop it in. When the fryers are dirty (as the ones at my store always are because nobody cleans them but me) the oil is more likely to bubble up and explode all over the place when you drop something in it. 

I was dropping chicken for an order (i.e. doing my job) when the dirty oil exploded all over my forearm, and even though I washed it off and ran my arm under cool water at the first opportunity, I still had blisters within 10 minutes and the pain was so intense I thought I might pass out. about 1/4 of my right forearm was red and puffy and covered in blisters. I still had to work, which meant putting my now-blistered arm over the fryer and in the oven and hot case. Once the skin started sloughing off my arm (about 30 minutes after I first got burned) I started throwing up because of how much pain I was in.

My manager walked into the back room, saw me vomiting into a trash can and said “just take some ibuprofen or something, I need you to get back to work.”

I ended up walking out on my shift after telling her repeatedly that I needed to go home because I’d been puking on/off for an hour and there was no way I could get the burning to stop when I kept having to expose the area to heat. She tried to make me stay and call all of my coworkers to find someone to cover the rest of my shift, and then when I said I was leaving to go to a doctor she called the store manager and I had to file an accident report.

She hadn’t even told the store director I’d been injured.

And that’s why employees need unions.

corpsepose:

happy easter

pbsparents:

buzzfeed:

19 Vintage Easter Bunny Photos That Will Make Your Skin Crawl

We posted most of these last year, but who can so no to reblogging these hilarious photos? 

howstuffworks:

Want to see a gallery of 24 Amazing, Neat and Plain Old Pretty Easter Egg Ideas? Of course, you do! 

nickholmes:

Resistance prolongs the horror. 

nickholmes:

Resistance prolongs the horror. 

I’m sorry, is that Jon Boehner?

whosthewhatnow:

4 elements of heartbreak

cartoonpolitics:

“Thus did a handful of rapacious citizens come to control all that was worth controlling in America. Thus was the savage and stupid and entirely inappropriate and unnecessary and humorless American class system created. Honest, industrious, peaceful citizens were classed as bloodsuckers if they asked to be paid a living wage. And they saw that praise was reserved henceforth for those who devised means of getting paid enormously for committing crimes against which no laws had been passed. Thus the American dream turned belly up, turned green, bobbed to the scummy surface of cupidity unlimited, filled with gas, went bang in the noonday sun.”  ~ (Kurt Vonnegut)

cartoonpolitics:

“Thus did a handful of rapacious citizens come to control all that was worth controlling in America. Thus was the savage and stupid and entirely inappropriate and unnecessary and humorless American class system created. Honest, industrious, peaceful citizens were classed as bloodsuckers if they asked to be paid a living wage. And they saw that praise was reserved henceforth for those who devised means of getting paid enormously for committing crimes against which no laws had been passed. Thus the American dream turned belly up, turned green, bobbed to the scummy surface of cupidity unlimited, filled with gas, went bang in the noonday sun.”  ~ (Kurt Vonnegut)

I’ve been married for five years. To the same woman. I’ve wanted to divorce her at times. She’s wanted to divorce me at times. But one great thing about marriage, when it’s entered by regular folks, in good faith, is that it’s hard to exit. It costs money. You have to talk to lawyers during business hours except whoops—you have a job that you need to earn money to buy food and pants—so when are you going to both take the time to do that? By the time you’d have gotten around to it, you’ve forgiven each other and maybe even reached a new appreciation for each other as you worked through whatever seemingly insurmountable problem made you hate each other for 20 minutes while you sat in your shitty car outside a CVS yelling at each other and crying.
Rob Delaney (via sethjones)

Pretty sure this is from my open letter to Kim Kardashian about suing her for divorcing that basketball player she married for 20 minutes. Just reposting since my wife and I have now been married for eight years and have two kids. That’s nice.

(via robdelaney)