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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
I could use some luck
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
next time you’re at the thrift store and find a nice solid thick pile area rug for a shockingly good price and you’ve been looking for an area rug for the office forever and the color goes really nicely with the office color scheme and you think this is it, this is what i’ve been waiting for, stop, and ask yourself: did i take the bus here?
next time you’re on the bus and see someone with an area rug and a look of deep disappointment in themself mind your own business
IDK why I deleted this.
A message from me to you, the lover with the huge heart:
I hope you’re giving yourself the same love you so freely give to everyone else.
I know I talk about love a lot. It’s because I move through life with my heart leading the way.
I am a lover.
I’m just approaching love differently these days.
Here’s a hug. 🫂💚
Much love.
We call that the spicy paw or the spicy Italian paw 🤌🏻
NASA released the clearest pictures yet of our neighbours in the solar system
Oh and of course us
Honourable mention
My orange cat eats the dirty q tips out of the bathroom trash
Swallows them whole
Then later - 🤮
3 slimy q tips
You know I will actually
Not to be a Boomer but your social media should be your own space, not something employers are allowed to look at to judge you beyond the qualifications stated in your resume and cover letter
Resume has my qualifications. Cover letter states my intentions and goals within the job. Interview is for any other information relative to the job and shows my professionalism.
There’s nothing else you, as an employer, need to know.
The level of entitlement employers feel over our private info is insane. I remember my own employer sitting across me on his laptop, bitching endlessly over the fact the candidate whose Facebook profile he wanted to check had it set strictly to friends-only. He was serously annoyed her posts and photos and whatnot were not available for him, a total stranger, to see.
Just the previous day, he had gone on a rant about how women need to be Cautious in this Dangerous World and have a Responsibility to Keep Themselves Safe.
He did not see the irony.
I had a job interview where they insisted you hand over your social media links so they could look through your stuff to ensure you did not “reflect poorly on the brand”. I told them that I didn’t have any, and technically, if you use my legal name you will get three women. None of them are me (one is twice my age and runs an antique store in FL, one is 5yrs younger than me but has a PhD in something unrelated to anything like what I studied, the third lives in London and posts a lot about pubs), and the interviewer looked up my name. He showed me these three accounts, asked me which was mine. I told him the truth. None of them were me.
Your online experience should be yours to enjoy. I’d suggest using a nickname, handle, or pseudonym in order to help maintain that line. If you’re Nik Smith in real life, I’d suggest being like Nik Writes A Lot or Htims Kin. Keeps old high school classmates, annoying cousins, and nosey HR dudes from snooping.
We desperately need a right to privacy law in the us, or better yet a constitutional amendment, but I don’t see that happening.
Was scheduled for an interview today and 5 minutes after my interview was supposed to begin, I got an email saying the interview has been canceled and the position has been filled.
What the fuck.
I got one yesterday that said after careful consideration they decided not to fill the position at all. Like, excuse me? Thanks for letting me know but also why would you let me know that? lmao
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