Union dues, union dues
Guess who has to do the work you didn't pick and choose?
Guess who has to redo the work you didn't refuse?
Yes we noticed you're chronically late and always leave early
always with a cheap excuse.
You're laziness and incompetence is astounding,
and now you feel you should get that sweet gig in accounting?!
Imagine my smile
When HR came to me with your file!
Union dues, union dues
I've got bad news,
guess who suggested they refuse your application?
—Sid

I see you all day everyday and night up there laying your poison, obscuring the suns energies, it can only be interpreted as spiritual warfare, you sons of bastards are going to pay on the other end for your treasonous campaign of fuckery... goyem of nova scotia please wake the fuck up! —looking for the light

To the womanizing, sociopath doctor who works basically one week per month and cares for no one but himself: you're old, getting fat and an unapologetic asshole. No one wants to be around you so stop searching for new friends. —That girl

Dear neighbours,
I honestly don't care that you smoke marijuana in your apartment. I do too on occasion. That's not the issue. What's got me bitching is that the current batch that you've got smells like you cut it with dog shit and rolled it in decaying salmon skin. Holy mother of god, it's rank. Time to switch suppliers. Please. Weed should not smell like that! —Eyes watering and breathing through my mouth

The teachers long service award is too generous. They should have something in the contract that it is the number of years of service multiplied by some dollar figure just like a travel allowance or a meal allowance. They should be getting a silver handshake not a gold one. Just discontinue the old system which is based on income and instead replace it with some reasonable dollar figure. —LetsBeReasonable

To a certain premier and education minister: you suck. I hope this whole thing backfires and costs you your political careers. :) #Students4Teachers —Current Student, Future Voter

To the guy sitting and texting on the tricep curl machine I wanted to use: I had no problem waiting for you for the first five minutes, but when you got up and walked to the other side of the gym, and I went for the machine, you came back out of nowhere and told me you weren't done (aka, gtfo). Then you really started to piss me off. It just got worse as I went to use another machine and waited for you to finish. Alas, you repeated this song and dance for ANOTHER TEN MINUTES. Have some consideration and don't bogart the machine bro, especially if you don't even use it. You made me miss my bus. —frustrated woman just trying to get those gains, and who could probably take you

Did you vent well?
First, (I quote your racism, as a matter of fact I should say your ignorance) “people from here” have neurons, you know those things in the brain. Obviously you are THE perfect exception from here. Second, no I did not steal your parking spot. You did not have your signal light neither your reverse gear engaged (you want to see the video) and yes you have a f~#@ big truck, for what. Not to carry your grey matter, that's a fact. A match box would even look like a container for it.
And third, next time you aggress an unknown person, think about brushing your teeth, it was not pleasant to breathe a bad horse breath on top of your vociferated non sense BS. Your pathological narcissism would deter even the bravest therapist. Definitively finish with pea. Good luck with your miserable existence. —I am from here

If you're a 30-something female, how do you go about meeting a decent dude these days? I'm an open-minded, decent looking gal with a good job, my own place, awesome friends, and a really supportive and loving family. I'm not looking for Prince Charming, just a solid dude that has his head on straight. I don't so much care what his job is, so long as he's happy and fulfilled, and I'd like to think, based on my dating history, that I'm not shallow. I'm not looking for someone to complete me, my life is pretty great, but it'd be cool to find a partner to share in some of these experiences. All of that said, I'm in no rush, but holy frick, I can't even get myself a decent date these days! It seems like all anybody wants to do is "talk" or "hang" or whatever variation of being a flakey shithead you can imagine. Is it too much to ask to meet a dude who isn't too busy trying to keep his options open that he forgets to treat you with respect and kindness? Is the old saying true? Are the good ones really all gone? —Single and Failing to Mingle

Been waiting since March 5, 2016 for a neurologist AND mental health practitioner for stroke patient. Finally get an appointment with mental health and get to office and find the doc called in sick. Come back in a month which is the earliest we can get you in. Two days before Christmas. Cast-iron receptionist without any visible warmth or compassion in her tone. It might be "free" medical care, but if you haven't got the money to seek out a shrink, it will NOT be a timely appointment by any means!! I wonder how many suicides are the result of callous handling? And why isn't mental health considered an automatic addition to treating brain injuries? What a frigging mind-blowing GAP in health care. —Frustrated wife of stroke survivor