I find if I spend more on the shirts (like for Joseph A Banks) than the tailoring is worth it to me. If it’s a Kohl’s clearance special, Mm wife is able to do simple alterations for me to improve the fit.
I can get away with not wearing dress shirts even at work most days since I live in Florida. Polo shirts for the win. Still run into the problem of XXLs flaring through the gut though.
Most “in-vogue” stores that sell to men don’t even carry XXL. They don’t want people on the outside of the preferred body spectrum to wear their clothes.
Nope. $15 per shirt. If I spend more money and go to a place like Jos A Bank then they had better fit right. I can’t see any reason to spend more money on a shirt and get it tailored. I guess I’ve fallen into the “buy cheap and fix it yourself” or “spend more to get it right the first time” approach.
I find myself really eyeballing the sales even though I don’t need any more nice clothes right now. I’m on light duty and working in an office so I have to dress nice every day, but when I’m doing my normal job I wear a uniform. On my days off, I pretty much just wear gym clothes.
cloudy days simply are. you have no control over them, I’m not sure why they’d piss you off.
I highly doubt you have “no food in the house” … you just don’t have the food you want in the house. Learn to let go of want and simply accept the food that is available to you - ESPECIALLY if you’re unwilling to take action to provide the food you do want for yourself. It’s silly and unproductive to be pissed off at something you’re not willing to take action to correct, boy.
Boring people tend to be bored - it is within your power to remedy this situation, but you’d rather post about it and revel in your misery. Sad.
Buddy of mine just had his VA benefits cut from 40% to 20% after getting a 7-minute evaluation from a private doctor (contractor) that didn’t have any of his records. Dude has like 6 screws in his back and can barely function some days.
Ah, the secret is to live in the middle of nowhere. They never bother to check on you and the regs say you only have to travel 100 miles or something.
In seriousness, the difference is only a couple of hundred bucks. I’m 40% (bullets, shrapnel, broken back, burns, all at various different times) and I think my monthly check is ~$740, which goes directly into a 529 plan for the kids. 20% is still ~$500. You don’t get any real money until over 50%.
I’d happily trade the paltry check for the crippling sciatic pain that hits me about once a year (from the broken back), although, with my other money I ad and growth, I’m on track to have $150K for each kid for college.
I just hate steel, it’s a bad metal that can be made into things like guns. What do we have to do to get rid of steel? I just hate it so much and it makes me angry. It’s not what people do with steel that makes me angry, it’s the alloy itself that I hate. Stupid steel, go away!
The worst part is that I deal with degenerates at work every day who are on disability, yet have no disabilities. They get diagnosed with some BS mental disorder and then get anywhere from $600-1000 a month. They’re not disabled in any way. They stupid a-holes. That’s really all there is to it. They’re childish. They never learned how to be an adult so some doctor says they’re disabled and entitled to sit at home and get paid.
Funny, I just faxed a letter off to a disability lawyer stating that I’d included the first page of their Mental Impairment Questionnaire (diagnosis, treatment plan) with my client records, but was unable to go farther than that due to the speculative nature of the responses I’d be giving.
That said, I’ve been working with generational poverty for a while now, and have come to believe it’s more complex than that they simply don’t want to be productive. It’s so fucking BROKEN to want to live on $650/mo for the rest of your life, I’ve sort of come to see this lack of goal/ambition/desire as being a legit disability. Because wtf. I want to live in a shithole with no car and no hope of ever getting one, relationship-hopping with equally broken people because I can’t afford a place on my own? No, there’s something wrong there. No one who is whole chooses substance abuse and domestic violence over the satisfaction of building a good life.