Not at all. 3 brm places around here start around $500. Small 3 brms but still. It works out. I am just glad to have something while restarting the business. I had to refer out so many customers during the move.
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2 liter bottles of Mt Dew were like breakfast/bus ride to school drinks back in my day. They would be gone before the bell rang, and then there were the cans from the school vending machines...
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2 liter bottles of Mt Dew were like breakfast/bus ride to school drinks back in my day. They would be gone before the bell rang, and then there were the cans from the school vending machines...
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@ChronicalMan. Try the Pitt on HBO it's basically Carter all grown up running his own ER.
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*cries silently as one of her favorite RP's hits 30 days with no pulse* Rest in peace you excellent story. Perhaps one day, we shall meet again.
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I have the sad, today is day 30 for some of my favorite RP's. They go into archived until life is breathed back into them. Some only have days left on the clock. :(
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There has been a linguistic shift to far less formal speech over the years here recognizing regional and cultural diversity as well as the acceptance that overly formal manners can be classist
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Yeah, Figure 10% to the hostess (if you have one) Up to 20% per bartender and 5-10% to your busboy. I actually love tipping my bartenders though, a lot of them refuse, but the fact that you offer generally means that even when they are slammed they make sure to take care of your tables. Which I appreciate because I make more money that way in the long run.
Oh I agree. It is insane! Especially when you figure in these corporate joints where the servers then tip out the bartenders, hostesses, busboys all of whom make minimum wage. There were nights when I lost 30-40% Depending on how many bartenders were working
I just moved back to South Dakota. We are at federal min which I think is $7.25, a lot of places are starting at $9 though, but Federal Min for servers is $2.13/hr. Which is insane, but tips almost always make up for it.
@SinfulSkills Thats because it is cheating and using existing Header font sizes LOL
Waitressing/Bartending at the local Strip Joint. It pays $10/hr plus tips, but no one around here wants it. I could care less about WHERE I work. Drunks are drunks doesn't matter in a strip joint or the downtown hole in the wall. I do care about the $10/hr LOL
@SinfulSkillsI don't know fonts but I do know [h number] does size. I think in my last CS I did [h1] and [h3]
@SinfulSkills No worries, you are giving enough to get me where I need to be, thats all that matters especially in cases where it is more talking than action.
I was pouting all day because I didn't have any time to watch more. I am about halfway through the third episode watching every spare minute. I should get a few more episodes in tomorrow before my interview at 4.
She laughed and shook her head a little, which caused a few curls to fall into her face. She pushed them away and grinned. "True, but call it immersion training for life when I am finished with school. Although even incident command might be more restful than my current schedule" She said as she took his offered hand and stood up. Truth was their chosen paths weren't all that much different. Lots of hurry up and wait, followed by intense periods of sustained activity. She guessed you could probably label them both adrenaline junkies. They just didn't get their fix by jumping out of airplanes.
She fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest, she still felt very very naked, and this was not a dress that allowed for a bra, so she felt semi exposed. "Heels are no problem. Wait until you see my work shoes. Three inch heels for eight to sixteen hours." She took an experimental couple of steps and frowned. "The dress however might be an issue. How do you not trip on all this fabric?" She tried another couple of steps and grumbled quietly.
She looked at Serge and raised an eyebrow. "Well you are the SME. (Subject matter expert) Does it look ok?" She chewed her lip nervously. She was about as comfortable and excited about this as a three tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs. "I mean, we can totally forget this ever happened, and You can do the humane thing, and assign me some twenty one year old kid, who just signed up. Or better yet... I got it!" She said her eyes lighting up with that playful teasing glint. "Got anyone who needs punishment duty? I can do that, we can do a half marathon, followed by some stair sprints for an hour, and then I will take them with me to work, and actually serve them some of that crap we call food. It will be perfect, I'll be protected, You'll be where I want you to be, aaaaaaaaaaaand No one is happy. Isn't that the very definition of compromise?"
In her mind it was a perfect idea. Everyone sort of got what they wanted out of the deal, and she wouldn't embarrass herself attending an event she had no business attending. "I mean if you think about it, it really is a perfect solution. I can even throw in a few audio recorded lectures by a professor who sounds like he sucked down an entire tank of helium. I mean it would be a great time." She gave him a wide grin.
She fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest, she still felt very very naked, and this was not a dress that allowed for a bra, so she felt semi exposed. "Heels are no problem. Wait until you see my work shoes. Three inch heels for eight to sixteen hours." She took an experimental couple of steps and frowned. "The dress however might be an issue. How do you not trip on all this fabric?" She tried another couple of steps and grumbled quietly.
She looked at Serge and raised an eyebrow. "Well you are the SME. (Subject matter expert) Does it look ok?" She chewed her lip nervously. She was about as comfortable and excited about this as a three tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs. "I mean, we can totally forget this ever happened, and You can do the humane thing, and assign me some twenty one year old kid, who just signed up. Or better yet... I got it!" She said her eyes lighting up with that playful teasing glint. "Got anyone who needs punishment duty? I can do that, we can do a half marathon, followed by some stair sprints for an hour, and then I will take them with me to work, and actually serve them some of that crap we call food. It will be perfect, I'll be protected, You'll be where I want you to be, aaaaaaaaaaaand No one is happy. Isn't that the very definition of compromise?"
In her mind it was a perfect idea. Everyone sort of got what they wanted out of the deal, and she wouldn't embarrass herself attending an event she had no business attending. "I mean if you think about it, it really is a perfect solution. I can even throw in a few audio recorded lectures by a professor who sounds like he sucked down an entire tank of helium. I mean it would be a great time." She gave him a wide grin.
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