Oh my god the lift passes. I just remember being a little kid at the bus stop in elementary school and being totally mystified by the literal dozens of tags crammed onto everyone's zippers. I guess they're hard to get off or something, but as a non-skier, I was very confused by it all.
and we wonder why ERs are always overcrowded.
I'm generally not a fan of people complaining to companies via twitter for useless stuff that can't be fixed (see: "ugh @delta do you seriously not have a VIP lounge at o'hare i am never giving you my business again") but this is the sort of company tweeting that I can get behind- when it's for a specific, reasonable request or problem.
I have a crapload of paid sick days at my office job (I think I'm up to 25 right now). The thing is, I have not gotten sick enough to warrant staying home in the 2+ years I've been at my job. But I have gotten a few of these 2 week-long half-colds, where you're not congested or run down or feeling shitty, just have a slightly runny nose. Which sucks because people will glare at you at work, thinking you are infecting them. But am I really supposed to stay home for 2 straight weeks while my nose runs a bit?
I was given an allowance (that corresponded to my grade... $3 in third grade, etc) and was expected to do chores, help out, clean up, etc because it's just what you do as a member of a family. The two weren't tied together. I think it was a good system. My dad would always say "cleaning up after other people is a part of life" and the message has stuck with me.
My grandmother was very financially generous to me and her other grandchildren in the form of passing on investments. As for my parents, they funded my education but made it clear that they wouldn't be funding me one day past college graduation. I wonder if that would have been different had my grandmother not given us a significant financial leg up in the world (not that I fault them for it, not at all- very grateful to graduate with no loans.) That said, if I ever was really down and out, I imagine my parents would let me live at home. But I can't imagine them handing over a stack of cash, no strings attached.
My credit cards = online purchases. That’s it.
The best thing an employer can do for you is pay you well and let you go home on time at the end of the day.
This was actually one of my favorite parts about living in East Africa as an American- trolling the markets for secondhand clothes from the West. I loved seeing where they came from and how people repurposed/wore them. (I did keep an eye out for shirts from my home state, but only saw a few). It was interesting to see how people in the slums wore them because they were affordable, and the rich kids at my university wore them because they were western aka cool.
The best part of that article was the reference to the Christie's VP whose name is Capuchine. (this is a capuchine: http://blackpegion.webs.com/Capuchine%28black%29Pigeon.jpg)