Whoever invented the toilet brush and those new Lysol and Clorex disinfectant wipes. They make cleaning the toilet a lot easier.
Posts by VIII
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I know one thing.
by mouthy inhow to tell the difference between a man & a woman.. but on here!!!
i cant tell wheather they are male or female, .
yes some have the identifying mark ....pink or blue.. but some dont.
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I play for the Chastity team!
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Were You Proud To Be A Witness?
by minimus inas a kid, i was.
whenever i recieved "persecution", i knew i was doing something good for jehovah.. "worldly" people about my being a jw.. were you proud or ashamed as a witness?.
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I'm with FinallyFree and Undercover. I was totally embarrassed. In HS, I was supposed to push the Ragazines on people as a way to get rid of overstock. I would take them, tell my Mom I had, and throw them in the trash before I got home.
I made sure to vary the route so I wouldn't always use the same container. Sometimes I used the work trash (I worked with a JW gal) and sometimes the hot dog stand nearby.
I just couldn't be perceived as anymore geeky as I already was. Which, in HS, was pretty geeky/dorky.
So, no, I was not proud. Ever. Besides, once I was still that geek, alive and as dorky as ever after 1975, I knew they were a bunch of frauds. It was just a matter of time before I could get out.
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Is it sexual harassment...
by keyser soze in...if you check out a female co-worker from behind?
according to a harassment class i attended for work it is.
and if i see a co-worker doing this i'm obligated to report him to an hr representative.
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The corp is a major retailer. Not WalMart. I worked in a distribution center, supervising the receiving of product and getting it sorted it for the stores.
I will talk with my husband as to whether or not he believes he thinks this is worth pursuing. This will impact him also in ways I don't want to get into.
I really thought the women of the facility would stand up and say "Yes, Bob does this to us to and it bothers / impacts us." Especially after they all told me they had it happen to them and I could see him doing it. My manager said he did it to her and agreed it was wrong. She just wasn't prepared to stand up and do anything. She was the main earner in her family. She said Bob was just a jerk and ignore it. That was when I first started.
Bob would stare at your chest, put his hands in his pockets and play with his *change*. I put up with it for a long time. The incident in the back room was the last straw. That was terrifying. That took creepy and weird and surreal to an all new level. The look on his face was so weird. I have it burned in my brain. And his eyes, the way his eyes, looked. He was in the throes of a sexual encounter-with himself. While looking at me.
I felt like Norma Rae, I thought I could make a positive change for every woman there by standing up and saying "Stop, you can't continue doing this." Especially after talking to friends and being egged on by them. It is a lot easier to push someone into doing something when it has no direct impact on you.
I thought it would end like a Hollywood movie. Positive. I thought the women, at the very least, would stand behind me and help me help them. No, they just stood back and watched as I got skewered. Real life is obviously not a Hollywood movie, but this seemed so obvious. Bob was such a lecher.
I will really have to think about this. This is one of those things that makes me angry when I think about it, yet I've always felt powerless to do anything about. John Doe actually gave me a little bit of sun with his explanation. Thanks John.
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If you can afford more, get an '05-09 Mustang GT (300 hp). You can pick up a used that is modded like you wouldn't believe. They are incredible. And if you can do a manual, do it. While they are a 5-speed, not 6, they rock.
As for the Z, with dripping T-tops, believe me, you'll think it was dog spit. Feels like it. When I got rid of mine, my fingers were crossed it didn't rain the day the guy who bought it came out and looked at it. It was a hot looking car though. And with the manual trans, it was incredible. I'm just saying, compared to stuff now, it doesn't hold a candle. Today's suspensions, tires, etc, really make a difference. Especially around corners. Going 50.
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No, it wasn't TP he was after. It happened in a restroom in a subway station, in 2 different stations. The first time it creeped me out and I got up, left without doing anything, and went to the next station that had a public restroom, which was about 20 minutes away and halfway across the city. The person followed me to the next station and did it again. That's when I broke his arm.
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Sorry, thought you were joking. Good for you. Don't blame you a bit. I'd have also poked him in the eyes. Dirty creep.
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Sounds obscene.
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In a public restroom some 30 odd years ago someone reached up under the partition while I was on the toilet. That was going too far, and I broke his arm.
Maybe he just needed some TP? Sounds a little harsh.
Too far--Giving yourself a whack job, on the job. In a room, with a female underling.
Too far--"I said *NO, stop, I don't want to have sex. Stop now."
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"I simply don't want to BillyBob, don't make me or try make me do that. When I say NO, I mean NO."
That to me is "too far".