They've been calling every Monday to Friday and sometimes on weekends every week of every month for a loooooong time now to offer us more overtime. I hear it everyday. In the morning it's" Would you like a 2:45 report? Would you like a 3:00 report etc, etc. Then in the afternoon it's, Would you like a 4:45 am report? Would you like a 5:00 am report? On and on it goes day in, day out, month in, month out. Way to stop overtime with that multi-million dollar program that was supposed to do the opposite Transit people and city council. Got to love it. —How do you like it?

I have such a bad memory which is bad but it's also amazing and terrific which is also bad. I sometimes think back to my childhood and all the amazing adventures I had and all the amazing people I've met and that's when things start going wrong. I can't remember anything short term but my long term is so sharp and crystal clear, it's a curse really. I remember all the people I've ever met or made friends with on family vacations and I think "Where are you now? Do you remember me? Would we still be friends? Do you ever think about me?" I have a few good friends and an amazing girlfriend but when I start thinking of those friends, the friend's I've lost to time, it all becomes hauntingly lonely. I'll most likely never seen any of them again, I don't remember their names but I remember their faces, I remember all my child hood crushes. People have told me they can forget people so easily, I wish I could, that way I wouldn't be in so much pain. Their faces are what haunt me the most —A slave to memory

in snowy nasty weather on the highway drive when everyone is going 60 or 70 kmh please don't leave your hazards on as it is really annoying to be behind bright flashing lights for any length of time -we are all going slow for a reason that doesn't need to be highlighted and made worse by your friggin flashers in my face —civic minded

Dalplex's gaudy flashing sign on South Street is annoying and unsafe as it is beside a busy entryway and a crosswalk. Sometimes it is better not to be BOLD. —Dalplex driver

I have a speech impediment that causes me to pronounce certain words like the beloved cartoon character Elmer Fudd. You know, pronouncing R and L sounds like W ones. As fucked up as it is, I've been rejected a few times because of this! I went on two dates with a woman I met through my brother, then never heard from her again. Apparently she told my brother she couldn't get past the way I talked. Then recently, I met this girl from Match.com in person after emailing and texting her for a month. We hit it off online and she found me physically attractive. When she met me she had a smile from ear to ear and and let out an excited "hey!".... but then I spoke. When I asked her "How was youw day? This is my fowst time at this pwace" her smile went away. We hung out for 20 mins and the whole time I talked, she seemed disinterested. Then she left and I never heard from her again. She stopped texting me back and blocked me on Match. I even had another woman flat out tell me to "stop talking like that" when we were out on our first date. Three completely different women-- rejecting me because of something I can't control. I'm a good-looking, well employed, funny, friendly guy and yet because of this speech impediment I can't get a girl. What the fuck! —Be vewy vewy qwiet, you wasically wabbits

I read online about some DIY beauty tips. Use baking soda as a natural shampoo! It really clarifies, they said. Does it work? I wondered... Sure, if you want your hair to come out looking like a Brillo pad or a birds nest. Not the look I was particularly trying for.... so I tried another natural home remedy to counteract the dryness of my matted hair, use olive oil to deep condition, they said. I saturated my head with the stuff but I didn't stop there... I put it all over my face to penetrate deeply into my wrinkles (my face has been crack-a-lackin lately from the winter weather). The very next morning, a large angry whitehead had formed right on the tip of my nose! Of course I popped it, I couldn't just leave that giant pus-filled zit dangling threatening to erupt at any moment. After the squeezing, it didn't look too bad until I got to work....about 10:00 I took my morning piss break and caught my reflection in the mirror. OMFG, I didn't know it was possible for hair to be both dry and greasy at the same time. After all the squeezing that morning, my whole nose had turned angry red and bulbous like those good old boy drunks you see with their whiskey nose. No wonder my coworkers were looking at me funny! OMF! Never again with the DIY beauty remedies! "Natural beauty" is so not cute! —Pinterest victim

this year myself and the majority of my friends are turning 40. I am so sick and tired of hearing '40 is the new 30' and 'you're only as young as you feel'. Well I feel like shit. My joints ache especially when it rains or snows. I am developing lactose intolerance. I get winded after activities I could breeze through in my 20s and 30s. I can't eat spicy food anymore. I have a very low tolerance for the 'young'uns' which to me now is anyone under 30. I find the volume at the movie theatres way too loud. I'm getting crankier, fussier and am realizing how short life is and I'm starting to understand the term 'midlife crisis':. So enjoy your youth while you have it and don't believe all that advertising shit that shows 4o somethings flouncing around like they are 20. It just ain't so. —lordy lordy

Just because I have a penis doesn't mean I have extra rights. Just because she has a vagina doesn't mean she is any less deserving or rights or respect. Just because he is being friendly toward you doesn't mean he is trying to sleep with you. Just because she smiled in your direction on the bus does not imply a deeper connection. Just because he asked you out doesn't mean he is a creep. Just because she said no doesn't make her a bitch. Be excellent to each other. —Hoyest.

Sunday, storm in Halifax; Shoppers Drug Mart closed, Lawtons closed, Superstore closed, Sobeys closed, McDonalds open. You can’t get your medication, but you can get a happy meal. —Angry Haligonian

She deserves better. I lost my job recently and my girlfriend has been paying the rent since we moved out and will be paying for it until I find a full-time job, but it seems to hard to find one. I've applied to so many places with only two contacting me back. She treats me so well and while I'd like to think I treat her well too I know she deserves better than me. I'm an awful person with no prospects and no future. I've been starving myself because I'm so poor and what money I have is going towards bills like Internet and tenants’ insurance and my ridiculous student loan debt. I'm afraid she will kick me out, which she should to be honest. I hope she doesn't but if she does what will I do? Drive as far west as I can and when I can't drive any further walk as far as I can? But what then? Where will I end up? I know there are people worse off than I am and I should be happy with what I have but it's just so damned hard to be happy. —Where am I going