Not apocalyptic levels of OhFuck unless you’ve sat through a Cat5, but shit’s been like this for a long time now. We just put up with it for far too fucking long:
Me: I need to go home. There’s a hurricane coming and my basement apartment is on the coast, so I’m worried about my cats. (To myself: And maybe needing to evacuate.)
Boss: Is your house and your cats more important than this job?
Me: YES.
Boss: …oh. Okay. Uh…see you tomorrow…
Different boss, several years later, a conversation that happened multiple times:
Me: Hey, it’s starting to really snow outside, I live on a steep hill, and I only have 2-wheel drive. If I don’t leave now, I can’t get home.
Boss: Is getting home more important than getting your job done tonight?
Me: Considering I value my life more than I value this paperwork being digitized? YES.
Boss: ….
Me: Bye. See you tomorrow.
Boss: Uh, yeah, okay.
Different atttempt:
Boss: Why don’t you just get a hotel after work?
Me: Do I get a raise so I can afford it?
Boss: No.
Me: Bye. See you tomorrow.
Boss: Is getting home
more important than getting
your job done tonight?
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Haikubot aside we should normalize saying those things to bosses absolutely. It’s only going to get worse.
I’m watching Columbo for the first time and I’ve said this to my friends but this show is the opposite of Breaking Bad. Everything I’ve heard about this show from Tumblr is 100% accurate. Lieutenant Columbo really is a funny little guy who everyone thinks is an idiot and says “my wife” and “just one more thing” every other scene. I’m enraptured.
- I’d say 75ish% of the white houses I’ve been into in various is states have a “please remove shoes if you’re coming in any farther than the entryway” policy, but it’s more an Etiquette thing than a hard and fast rule
- ALL of them have a “No shoes on the furniture” policy and that is a hard and fast rule.
- I think we’re seeing a lot of “sometimes” because that rule is not a hard policy and it comes with a million exceptions like
“we have a small child and there are SO MANY legos”
“you don’t have to tak shoes off if they’re relatively clean and you’re only going to be here for a few minutes”
“we have a puppy who is teething they’re safer on your feet”
“I know you have special shoes for back pain PLEASE leave them on your health is more important than my carpet”
“we found out that the floor is 73% black mold and had to rip it out so there is plywood that is safe to stand on but will give you splinters while we wait for the actual flooring to arrive”
So I think the general policy in white households in the US in my experience is “please remove shoes indoors but it’s not that big a deal, and there is a significant chance the floor is an actual hazard to bare feet ATM”
Don’t forget that the US civil rights bill only passed after six weeks of rioting that were the direct result of MLK’s murder. Peaceful protest paved the way, but violent protest got it over the finish line.
It’s understandable why the state would not want you know that, but that’s also why it’s imperative that you do.
king’s family doesn’t “believe” the FBI killed him, they know it for fact because the FBI admitted to it in a civil case brought against them in the early 90s. the court documents are a matter of public record. read them yourself. the king family won that suit against the united states fucking government for assassinating martin luther king jr
on july 12th 2004 the statue of liberty reached down & picked up 1 guy & ate him. not very many people saw this happen & no one got any pictures of it. the eyewitness accounts never traveled very far or got any attention on the internet or anything
young me especially would have hated hearing this but networking is literally the most important thing you can do to improve your situation like forget economic barriers to education etc just keep making friends with different people and eventually someone will offer you a hand up just because they dig your vibe and that is exactly all that’s happening when undeserving people surpass you anyway
When I look at how I survived my 20s, it was always helpful friends putting work my way. And often the helpful friends were people I had only known for weeks.
I think we do young folks a huge disservice in how we teach them to network. Happy hours and cold messages on linkedin are useless to you when you’re just starting out- they’re not going to make anyone like you! No one is going to want to hire you or help you out based on a 10 minute conversation and a business card. It’s awkward and a super unbalanced transaction.
But having and making genuine friends (however you feel most comfortable doing so!) is how you’re *supposed* to network. Even if your friends aren’t powerful or in the sector you want to work- they are the people who want to help you! No groveling email required!
When I was working as a barista, I had a handful of regulars I spoke to every day and looked forward to seeing. We only knew each other through 5 minute conversations, but we knew each other and liked each other. Of these regulars:
- I told one older lady that I hadn’t been able to bring my winter clothes when I moved, and she gave me a coat and gloves she was planning to donate.
-I told one gentleman I was planning to take the foreign service exam, and he (having taken it a decade prior) gave me his old study books and gave me tips on the interview.
-I told a girl who I spent over an hour talking to on a slow day that I was looking for a job, and she RECOMMENDED ME for a job at her company and I got HIRED.
I didn’t give any of these people anything other than my time (and the occaisional end-of-day stale pastry) and they changed my life entirely.
I didn’t have to prove to them that I was smart or hardworking or friendly or anything at all. They knew me and liked me- and that was enough.
Make friends! Help them as much as you can! There are very little downsides to meeting new and lovely people.
THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS
OMG
This one’s an always-reblog, because who knows who needs it and hasn’t seen it yet?
d'you wish tour vajEena was a Peengis or your Geegnis is vaGenGai. want Big Boober or titty explode of fuck. introducing h.r.t. destosteroast. estrager. whendysphoriain’t forya
[VD/ A digital render of gummies in the shape of the transgender symbol with random beauty angles and floating rotation, like in a make up ad. Floaty happy music plays as a deep voiced narrator says the garbled commentary of the first reblog. /End VD]
my dad was outside feeding the slugs cucumber slices earlier
he was like ‘thats the same one from last night!’ (he was feeding the slugs cucumber slices last night too) im like man you’ve been spending too much time with the neighbourhood slugs if you can tell them apart
Friendship comes in many forms. Don’t get in the way of a man and his friendly slug friends
you’re right sorry dad for my crimes
This made me laugh cus it’s actually really accurate. Like one time he called me downstairs to see the ‘cutest thing ever’ and it was three slugs of varying sizes eating cat food and he said ‘they are a family!! Just like us!!’
Not apocalyptic levels of OhFuck unless you’ve sat through a Cat5, but shit’s been like this for a long time now. We just put up with it for far too fucking long:
Me: I need to go home. There’s a hurricane coming and my basement apartment is on the coast, so I’m worried about my cats. (To myself: And maybe needing to evacuate.)
Boss: Is your house and your cats more important than this job?
Me: YES.
Boss: …oh. Okay. Uh…see you tomorrow…
Different boss, several years later, a conversation that happened multiple times:
Me: Hey, it’s starting to really snow outside, I live on a steep hill, and I only have 2-wheel drive. If I don’t leave now, I can’t get home.
Boss: Is getting home more important than getting your job done tonight?
Me: Considering I value my life more than I value this paperwork being digitized? YES.
Boss: ….
Me: Bye. See you tomorrow.
Boss: Uh, yeah, okay.
Different atttempt:
Boss: Why don’t you just get a hotel after work?
Me: Do I get a raise so I can afford it?
Boss: No.
Me: Bye. See you tomorrow.
Boss: Is getting home
more important than getting
your job done tonight?
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Haikubot aside we should normalize saying those things to bosses absolutely. It’s only going to get worse.
BTW, just to make sure everyone knows, this isn’t just some internet rando commenting on her observations on the internet.
They are an Assistant Professor of Media Industries at New York University and literally just finished writing The Apple II Age: How the Computer Became Personal, a book on the history of the computer industry in the 70s.
This tweet isn’t just an observation, it’s the result of years of research and study. And it’s absolutely true.
Some time ago, you sold your soul to the Devil. He just gave it back and asked you for a favor.
There’s really no good time to open your front door and find a demon standing on your doormat, but five minutes before you’re supposed to leave for work is an especially bad time.
Of course, no-one else would know that the Devil - or a demon who claimed to be the Biblical Satan, I had no way of knowing for sure - was on my doorstep. He’s wearing a discreet grey suit, which is honestly much more suitable than the flashy black number with the cape he was wearing last time we met. Still wearing the same face, thought.
“I was under the impression,” I say slowly, “that my deal was concluded.”
I suppose everyone has what they feel like pressing reasons for selling their souls. The life of a loved one is a common one. I was careful with my bargain - health, wealth and happiness for all of my children for the period of their natural lives. I wasn’t going to blow my entire immortal soul on just one of them, and then see another one get sick.
“It is,” the demon calling himself Lucifer says slowly. “But I have come to offer you a new bargain.”
I raise my eyebrows. “For what? You already have full post-expiry rights to my immortal soul, subject to fulfilment of all conditions of our contract.”
“And I’m willing to return those… post-expiry rights to you, in exchange for… a favour.” He actually looks embarrassed. I didn’t think demons could get flustered.
“A favour.” I look at my watch. “I have to get to work. Will this favour take long?”
“Yes, it will.” He looks around, looking more flustered than ever. “When would be a… good time, then?”
I check my watch again. “If you can get through it in half an hour, I can fit you in at eleven. If it’s going to take longer, you’ll have to wait until after work.”
“I remember you as being more accommodating,” he says dryly.
“I remember that last time we met, I was the one who wanted something.”
“You don’t want your soul back?”
“I don’t know yet. I don’t know what the price is going to be.” I step out, closing the door behind me. “I’ll tell you what. Meet me outside my office at six. I suppose that under the circumstances, I could give you the courtesy of a free consultation.”
They need to start casting spells in different rhyme schemes. Instead of single phrase spells like “penis blast,” or “cast fireball,” or the classic AB spell chant like “by the power of the sun, I shoot you with this gun,” we need to be coming up with limerick chants, haiku chants, ABCDCBA formatted chants, hell, even find obscure schemes, or tell a story that in and of itself is a spell of ultimate proportion. I shall list examples of each in a reblog.
guy who puts lots of animal stickers on the back of his car to make “his zoo” and is always talking about the additions or changes he’s made to his zoo
member of the a cappella pop group Pentatonix who goes home and makes all this solo music that they don’t do all that much to promote and it never really sees the light of day, and during this they have thoughts about how, you know, they don’t really hold any illusions about Pentatonix being great music and it really is just a job to them, and it feels kind of, you know, illustrative to them of how there tends to be more than meets the eye, how even an individual member of a band like Pentatonix might privately dabble in less commercial modes of artistic expression that the labels aren’t really going to cater to. but as an effect of their life being so bland due to being at the epicenter of the phenomenon that is Pentatonix the music they’re producing and having these thoughts about is extremely by-the-numbers ambient techno with pictures of outer space for the cover art
Since people loved my “Preindustrial travel times” post so much, I decided to repost my “Realistic warhorses” info separately from the original link, where it was a response to “how to get the feel of realistic combat.”
And here’s the text for people who want to go down my “grown up horse-girl” rabbit hole right away!
Medieval Warhorses:
First of all: DESTRIERS WERE NOT DRAFT HORSES. Horse/military historians are begging people to stop putting their fantasy knights on Shires, Belgians, and other massive, chunky farm-horses! The best known instance of “a knight needs to get lifted onto their 18-hand draft horse” is a SATIRE (A Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, if I remember right), but somehow laymen decided to take it seriously.
Hell, I think the film’s historians knew that this was extremely inaccurate and begged the director not to do it.
Also as a “thing that you should avoid in period works:”
The common modern requirement of “X breed of horse must only be X, Y, and Z color” was most likely not a thing in medieval times, as I’ve noted with “modern-type breeds didn’t actually EXIST back then” to start with.
You had: “Farm/work horses,” and “riding horses,” and “warhorses,” or maybe you had “Spanish / Dutch / English horses.”
You didn’t know what modern horse-folks know about GENETICS, and not too much of an idea of how their coat-colors get passed down. You just knew that your mare with high white socks USUALLY has solid-colored foals with high socks (duh), but this one time you bred her to a stallion with only one white sock and a smudge on his chin, and THAT baby had patches like nobody’s ever seen.
People are people; you had individuals who loved horses with spots or patches or really flashy high socks, and those who wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole. Wealthy nobles/royals with their favorite horses may well spark “fads” for horses with certain coats, but horses in general were a lot more colorful in older times.
“Spanish horses” are currently solid-colored or gray today, but they were known to have spotted or patchy coats in medieval times, and the foundation mare for the Knabstrupper breed is a snowflake-patterned horse who is said to be “Spanish.” This means as late at the 1800s, Iberian breeds or “breeds that can believably pass for Spanish” still had leopard-type spotting genes! https://horse-canada.com/breeds/knabstrupper/
Personally I love spotted and patchy horses, so I will have as many spotted or patchy horses in my works as I can.
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Also, my sympathies for being in a field that you need More Knowledge Of, lol.
The series I’m working on that has all this horse-knowledge? Is ALSO the series where I went, “Man, I would love to see what happens when your average Asian-American woman Alima Song accidentally wins a Gaelic Irish petty-kingdom, and SHE ACTUALLY HAS TO RULE! How do Folk taxes work? How do the Folk handle illness/injury if they’ve got preindustrial technology but ALSO a different kind of magic than humans? …Great, now I have to learn about medicine AND accounting, like my mom kept telling me to!”
And then I realized that despite my hatred of math in school, I accidentally found out that logistics/statistics is fun for me. So fun that instead of finishing the proper story, I got distracted and wrote notes about Folk society and economy for months. Lmao.
