Sometimes a job is just a job, it's not a life
Let's be unequivocally clear: your workplace is not your family. And honestly, when companies insist on presenting their workforce as a "family," I find it utterly obnoxious, bordering on insulting.
Let's be unequivocally clear: your workplace is not your family. And honestly, when companies insist on presenting their workforce as a "family," I find it utterly obnoxious, bordering on insulting.
As someone who’s been a stickler for oral hygiene since I had braces in my 20s -- which was also the first time I experienced an electric toothbrush -- I’m constantly on the lookout for ways to elevate my brushing game.
Nova Scotia, a land of craggy coastlines, charming fishing villages and vibrant maritime history, holds a secret that beckoned to my adventurous spirit: the tidal bore. (No, it's not some wild animal. But it is definitely wild.)
When I came into work on Monday, the HR person brought around the new people who were just hired to give them a tour of the building and introduce them to everyone. One of them is my ex. We didn't give any indication that we knew each other but obviously we're going to cross paths around the office. He hurt me badly by cheating and then after the break up tried turning people against me. I'm sort of worried his immaturity will spread to this professional environment. I've worked here for years so people know who I am and what I'm about. Should I let people know the deal so that if something does start happening they will have been aware?
There are moments in life that stick with you – your first car, your first terrible haircut, the first time you realized that artisanal kale smoothies were actually just a fancy way to drink grass.
It was the haircut seen -- and mocked -- around the world.
To play a casino game on my phone I needed to give the app access to my address book, photos, videos and grant permission to record audio. Hmm… now, let’s see if I can figure out how my personal information and files could be compromised.
I have to admit, the fog was pretty annoying as we approached the Duquesne Incline. The worry was that we won't see the sights high above Pittsburgh. As we started the journey upwards the fog actually made for some really cool pictures. We had the best of both worlds: a spooky fog setting and then a bright and clear sunny view of the city. There is a lot of historical information here. Lots of old signage to read. It's quite fascinating.
With the SoCal heat beating down on us as we enter July, we're looking for anything to cool down. (Even though there's a pool in the backyard here, sometimes you need to stay cool on the go.)

For whom are you living? It’s something I ask during new year’s resolution season but all year-round when I scroll social media.
My partner gets too into sports at events and acts like a goon. It's one thing to cheer for your team but now he heckles the opposing team's fans and I'm worried it'll escalate if he razzes the wrong person. What should I do?

There is such a thing as watered-down iced coffee. Not anymore though!
For most of my life (all of it, let's be honest), Canada has been that quiet, polite neighbor to the north. We acknowledged its existence, maybe made a joke about the accents or the love of hockey, but honestly, it rarely occupied more than a fleeting thought. We were the world superpower, busy flexing our muscles, and Canada? Well, Canada was… Canada. Nice enough, probably.
Many Canadians know there is something about their East Coast that has a subtle charm. There's just something different about that side of the country, they say. And they're right. This American can confirm it!
Yeah, yeah, we're coffee guys, but we drink other stuff, too.
Are disclaimers catering to snowflakes? Let me give you some context so that question makes sense.
My partner has always had a bit of a crude sense of humor. Lately with all of the events happening in the country (deportations, racism, civil unrest, politics, etc.) he's making comments that are perhaps crossing the line with certain people. He's not being racist per se but if you don't know his personality or how he jokes, it could definitely be taken the wrong way. I think some people are starting to get bad vibes from him. How should this be addressed?
Craving a warm, comforting beverage that combines the richness of chocolate, the sweetness of caramel, a touch of spirited warmth and Buff Boy awesomeness? Look no further!
It cost him $20 and he's never showing his face there again!
I’ve heard it, you’ve heard it – it’s practically gospel in business circles: the food industry is the toughest game in town. The margins, they say, are razor-thin. Restaurants struggle to stay afloat, operating on mere pennies of profit per dollar.
If it's not hair or dimples, Buff Boys are obsessed with fitness. (Go figure, right?) When we were offered a Etekcity HR Smart Fitness Scale it was a no brainer.

Suck it up and get ready to work your fingers. It’s the last thing you want to be doing but you have no choice.
My partner tries to impress people with useless pieces of knowledge (remember Cliff on Cheers?). He's not doing it to be funny but people think he's trying to be and it makes for awkward moments. He's being serious but they don't know how to take it and start laughing. They're essentially laughing at him. He's genuinely trying to share his knowledge but it does come across as a know-it-all or even sarcastic sometimes. I know him so I know what he's trying to do. They don't so it's weird. Any advice?
As I stepped out of my car and onto the parking lot of Thermea Spa in Winnipeg, I couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. The sky was a deep, foreboding grey, and the warm air was thick with the promise of rain.