That three-page menu, by the way, reminds me of a former roommate of mine who, when we were moving to a new apartment, packed all of her stuff in giant boxes, even though she herself was tiny. Then she carried a single lamp to the moving van and took a smoke break on the curb. After moving giant boxes and furniture all day, my other roommate asked her to put her arms around one of her boxes; they didn’t reach all the way around. My littler roommate had a sense of humor about it, but there was also a kind of “So what?” attitude, a sense of entitlement, as if whatever other people could be suckered into doing for her was just fine. (Please note: This is an adaptive strategy and maybe how people end up stinking rich? Or also how they end up losing all their money? Fuck me, I don’t know.)
How many of us have worked with people like this who seem to always find a new sucker to do their work for free? How many of us can never call these people out in public cause we’ll look like the douchebags?(via nickdouglas)
Reblog for the house on Monroe. Carrying a single lamp must be a thing among the entitled.