The only time I meet OSHA was when she was off work and came to my store. I was on a ladder, the metal stairs with a guard rail and rolls. I was on the second from the bottom grabbing a box. We had a conversation and never came in for an official inspection.

No OSHA visits at anywhere I worked, ever. Always was curious why even when the boss says “In case OSHA comes”

Everyone that works is there for the paycheck. If you want better work done, then pay for it, this includes benefits.

Zero, I tried getting back with my ex because of the kid and we’re highscool sweet hearts. Not sure how I should put this… Just move on, I won’t waste your time with my story. I learned a very hard lesson I thought I learned from my first serious ex, but this one put black magic fuckery in the mix.

Work on you, do it for however long you need. This is what I’m doing. Getting back into music, art, some video games, animie, walks, trying to work out and eating healthy.

People say I got nothing to worry about, but I guess they’ll realize when shit hits the fan. Some of us know just from the smell of the room. If only they weren’t so blind and ignorant.