This is satire, but tickles me every time. How to spot a pedophile.

Unspeakable things?

Her enabler, boyfriend and CP enthusiast made the local paper when charges were brought.

NYC native here. I grew up in Spanish Harlem. Parking in the city is still garbage, as is driving in the city. When I visit family down there, I drive to Poughkeepsie and take the Metro North into Manhattan. Was double parking to unload equipment, and then driving away to find a spot not an option?

This sparks joy. Sometimes the only way to get a raise is to jump ship. It makes me happy that you know your worth, and you fight for it!

If this had happened a year earlier, before we were sold to a conglomerate, I probably would have just helped this guy with his external state appeal on company time, to be petty about being forced to work the phones at all, and kept working the job. I’ve helped plenty of others do external appeals when I knew the review team was dead wrong.

Helping that last guy after I quit wasn’t about me being nice, or caring about my community. It was about lashing out at a company that treated me as subhuman, and forcing them to follow the fucking law, which cost them money. The fact that someone benefited from my rage after quitting was just the cherry on top.

Now I do benefits for about 1800 state employees, and it warms my heart when I can help one of our employees get shit paid for after it’s been denied. Health insurance companies are the devil incarnate, and I’ve made it my personal mission to make sure they all follow the letter of the law and our written contracts when it comes to the employees in my agency.

Mother: Can prove that they are in recovery from drugs, apologize for selling/trafficking me for drugs, and almost murdering me.

Father: Apologize for abandoning me, and take an active interest in my life.