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@inconsistently-idiotic
this is an insult
I once applied and interviewed at a bookstore cafe for a barista position. It was way closer to my home, and I had almost a decade of experience working in a coffee shop at that point.
Got to the interview, and it turned out they didn’t want a barista, they wanted someone to spearhead their new cafe, as the cafe that had been in the store before didn’t want to resign their lease with the bookshop. They wanted to put their own cafe in its place, all new menus etc. They needed someone experienced to train their new staff, to handle window displays, to communicate with the bookstore owners about changes and needs of the cafe, to be able to handle inventory and ordering.
Okay, I had basically done most of that stuff at my previous job. I asked if cafe positions would also be required/trained to work the bookstore. They would. They would be required to run the book sale counter, stock and reshelf books, and help bookshop customers find things. They would also–despite having an outside cleaning company–have to help maintain bathroom cleanliness. They’d have to take out trash, and clean spills, and vacuum. Wow, that’s a lot, I said. Is this a manager’s position, then?
No, I was told, it wasn’t, but there was a chance that after a training period it might become one. And that made me pause, because I’d been working as the front-of-house manager at my cafe, and I knew how much work that entailed, and what kind of money I was making, and it was only the commute that had me looking for a new job. So I asked what the job paid. $8. E I G H T D O L L A R S. Per hour. Barely above minimum. For all of that work. For someone they expected to get an entirely new cafe up and running, and then also do the work of the bookstore and the cleaning company as well. I thanked the woman for the interview, said I’d have to talk to my significant other about the impact a four dollar pay cut would have on our finances, and that I wasn’t sure it was the job for me. She asked me to sleep on it, and she’d call me the next day. This is a job I was way more than qualified for. I had years of experience doing exactly the things they wanted. It was a convenient location, close to my home–I could walk there if I absolutely had to. I did not go home and talk about that four dollar pay cut and what it would do to our finances. I knew as soon as she told me that not only was it not feasible for us, it was downright insulting. That little money? For a frankly ridiculous list of responsibilities and expectations? She called back the next day. I thanked her again, and told her in no uncertain terms that my time was worth way more than what they were offering. And whenever people bitch about Millennials being lazy, not spending money, not buying houses…whatever the complaint of the month is…I think about the very nice lady who conducted this interview, and how confused she was that I didn’t want the job.
Don’t take anything personally
Captain Marvel (2019) dir. Anna Boden, Ryan Fleck /// Lilo & Stitch (2002) dir. Chris Sanders, Dean DeBlois
this isnt a parallel i asked for nor expected but i aint complaining
Watch 100 Years Of Black Men’s Hair Trends In One Minute
Hair and politics are always intertwined.
I never seen one with a black man
I love it
how to explain to these “everyone knows soda has no nutritional value” people that soda has literally kept me alive as a chronically ill cancer patient in recovery from anorexia nervosa. soda is accessible, digestible, helps w my nausea, helps me get solid food down, boosts my blood sugar when i need it, and is also–get a load of this–a significant source of pleasure in a body whose most salient experiences are discomfort and suffering.
if soda were all i could access? at an overpriced corner store? that’s a serious issue, and a gross injustice. i have been food insecure. i study food insecurity. i feel the weight of this.
but stop pretending that your arbitrary food morality (where it’s food itself that is intrinsically “good” or “bad,” “healthy” or “junk,” according to… you) is a step toward food justice. it’s not; you’re not increasing the autonomy or access of people who are cut off from a healthy variety of foods that align with their needs and values. you’re not improving systems of food production or distribution or the fundamental injustice of arranging these things for profit rather than according to need. you’re only stigmatizing people who do eat those foods to meet their needs, under varying and complex configurations of constraint and choice.
hummingbird club represent! thank you for this, i don’t have the patience to explain to people why i need preposterous quantities of soda.
If I was forced to drink only water and nothing else I would drink only when I’m so parched it hurts and only enough to make it less painful. Soda is how I can get enjoyment from drinking and thus actually want to drink more often.
i think the best thing about gen z is their dedication to self care and by this i mean when john mulaney performed at a college and he took a sip of water the crowd would start applauding and someone yelled at him “hydrate before you die-drate” therefor confusing an already confused man even more
I went to a Hozier concert where he sent his manager out afterward to apologize to fans waiting to meet him. She was like “he’s not feeling great and he’s got a migraine and he’s really sorry” and everyone was like TELL HIM TO GET SOME SLEEP and like, sent her back inside with three dozen Zennial/Gen Z lesbians (okay and a couple of Millennials, I wasn’t the only one) giving her migraine tips to pass on.
The kids are getting back to the idea that we’re a community and should take care of each other, and I really love that.
Magnets: I want to commit diamagnetic
how did I never once think to use tape fuck
one time as a kid I forcefully shoved two magnets together, and these were the strong magnets my dad used in his shop to pick-up missing little metal bits, and I held them really tightly in the palm of my hand, went up to this one kid who legit said things like “I think black cats are bad, they should be drowned” and drew crosses on the notebooks of kids if she found out they didn’t go to church, I told her “Hey. I’m a witch. If you don’t stop trying to hurt animals and picking on kids, I’ll use my magic to throw you into the sky”, and when she dared to doubt my powers I told her that I had two “rocks” in my hand that I could send across the playground, then I opened my hand the the magnets shot off in two different directions (we were over in a spot that was empty, so no other kids were around, nobody got hurt), one of them stuck to a drainpipe and the other stuck to a fence. This kid SCREAMED, and ran to the office, and I guess had her mom pick her up from school, and then she wasn’t there for a couple of days, finally her mom called my house and claimed I had “traumatized her daughter by performing a terrifying magic trick”, and when my parents asked what I did I just said “I showed her a magnet and she flipped out. She’s not gonna be happy when she finds out about gravity, either”. eventually this kid came back to school and always made a point to come up to me and say “Hey, my mom told me not to talk to you!”, and would just be like “Good job, you already screwed that up”
Holy shit
this one time I ran a red light on mistake and I didn’t notice it was red until it was too late so I just ran the light screeching like an angry pterodactyl the entire time
a cop was at the intersection so he pulled me over and when he came up to my window he was wheezing cause he was laughing so hard and he said
“ok so i know you ran a red light and that’s really bad and you should never do it again but i’m not gonna give you a ticket cause that was the funniest thing i’ve ever seen and my partner can’t get out of the car cause he’s laughing so hard he’s about to pee himself”
i forgot that i’d had my window open when i ran the red light and the cop told me that all he heard from my car was this really high-pitched “screeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
and that’s how i got out of getting a ticket for running a red light
ok u know what. golden hour is great and all, but u know what time of day is super underappreciated??? BLUE hour
that time of day right after the sun sets or right before it rises…. *chef kiss* love that
men’s domestic helplessness is not cute or charming pls raise your sons to know how to cook a vegetable and wash their dirty sock i’m begging
IKEA bringing the SÅLT
that guys comment says so much about the american nationalism and attitudes towards other countries