I hate it when people hand me a shitton of coins and tell me it’s exact change. It doesn’t matter if they’re correct or not, I still have to count it myself because on more than one occasion, customers have short-changed me or given me more than they owed when telling me it was exact. I don’t want to come up short on my register because a customer had a false sense of confidence in their ability to count.

People even do this at the bank. I’m a teller for God’s sakes, it’s my job to double/triple-count it.

Alt-text from XKCD: “I can’t remember where I heard this, but someone once said that defending a position by citing free speech is sort of the ultimate concession; you’re saying that the most compelling thing you can say for your position is that it’s not literally illegal to express.”


(awkward laughs)

I used to be able to run a 5k no problem. Then school started again and I stopped running, unfortunately. But now I am graduated and ready to get back into the swing of things.

I just did running day 1, for the second time. I’m sweaty and gross and I love it.