| 09-20-2007, 06:39 PM | #1 |
![]() I'm gonna be working at a grocery store as a bagger. Pays $7.50/hr. I start next week. ![]()
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| 09-20-2007, 07:54 PM | #2 |
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How many hours a week? Is that minimum wage over there?
And congrats.
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| 10-02-2007, 05:55 PM | #3 |
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Yeah, it's minimum wage. It's full-time so I work 40 hours a week.
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| 10-02-2007, 06:37 PM | #4 |
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Nice, I work full time too. With 8 dollars an hour being minimum wage.
take that.
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| 10-02-2007, 11:51 PM | #5 |
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I make 12 dollars an hour, suck it.
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| 10-19-2007, 07:13 PM | #6 |
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Let's not turn this into a penis contest, gentlemen.
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| 10-21-2007, 07:37 PM | #7 |
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They say the amount of money you make an hour is the same as how long your penis is so... It's kind of inevitable.
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| 10-23-2007, 09:32 AM | #8 |
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Victory
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'so how did it end? can you describe those final days?'
broken windows, and resting eyes. 'can you tell us what happened here?' they finally got sick of it all, they just gave up on accepting fate. that was the loophole, they found the achilles heel and managed to strike it down. at the feet of the ruins is a dormant structure. dormant but breathing, still breathing. the wind sweeps through its hallways, echoing at the establishment of their caretakers. an exhaltation of cold premonition. |
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| 10-23-2007, 03:14 PM | #9 |
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My job pays 1$ an hour, beat that!
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| 10-28-2007, 03:18 AM | #10 |
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It won't be easy with so little room to work with. ba-dum-tssshhh
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