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“Even though we’re pushing through pricing, the consumer is tolerating it well,” he said in October analyst call.
normal way to talk about ‘fellow’ human beings
“Even though we’re pushing through pricing, the consumer is tolerating it well,” he said in October analyst call.
normal way to talk about ‘fellow’ human beings
knowing you live somewhere with limited options, rather than yoke your health and well being to a single fast food restaurant, consider that this is the time to learn how to cook, store, and prepare your own food. Even a humble peanut butter and jelly sandwich can come in clutch in this situation, and all you have to do is make it ahead of time. You eat 2-3 meals a day every day. It’s okay to eat simple things, not every meal has to be special.
Yeah but when you are working 12 hour days, not counting the commute, sometimes you don’t want to be constructive at home. You want to enjoy your freedom.
Man, there’s no freedom in working 12 hour days. Hats off to you I guess but that’s not any kind of freedom at all.
I was referring to the time I wasn’t clocked in.
I’m glad you have other options. Not everyone does. My friend who currently works at Ford does so because he took custody of his nephew when his worthless brother went to jail.
He has no choice but to work and provide.
People are a kaleidoscope. There are a multitude of reasons one would take a job, and to so whimsically brush that notion aside is intellectually irresponsible
Yea! This discussion always dives into “oh well you can live off oats and beans!” There’s so many assumptions about space to cook, storage options, time… I quit my full time and my food budget has gone down quite a bit, because I have time to make these things. If you work multiple jobs and live in a tiny space, rice and beans aren’t always that practical.
Plus… I’m not eating instant mashed potatoes and Ramen noodles while driving my car home.
And I’m not staying at work even later to sit there and eat that poor excuse of a meal