Eek out a living

hrrrngnghghhhhhhhhh

[copperbadge]

On Saturday I said to my partner, as I have said for months, "A ten thousand dollar a year raise would solve so many of my problems."

As of this morning I was reluctantly looking for jobs because I love my job and don't want to leave it, but see: $10k raise problem solver.

As of noon today this was no longer an issue, because my boss called me with the news that I was getting a $10K merit raise.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is roughly $200 extra per paycheck. Enough to pay off debt faster, rebuild my savings, and spend a weekend a month in Milwaukee getting obscenely laid. The sex I'm going to have on $200 extra per paycheck. You can't even.

May all of you get the $10K raise your soul has yearned for. And whatever level of sex you can be satisfied with for $200.

[frozenmetalfire]

In a weird twist of fate yesterday when I reblogged this I was interviewing for a job that would pay me $10k more. I just got the confirmation that I got the job.

[copperbadge]

Hey, that's awesome! Congratulations :D Glad my well-wishes may have done some good.

[littlelostmaybelots]

Isn't this one of my favourite authors on a9o3? HOORAH FOR MORE MONEY FOR THE AUTHORS

[rylandsgrace]

CHAPPELL ROAN

Edinburgh Summer Sessions (26.08.25)

[but-the-library-of-alexandria]

truly wild how driving really does become like piloting a mech after a while. like it sounds so car-bro-y but the car genuinely does become like an extension of your body. your muscles are simply making the correct micro-movements to perfectly manouvre a giant piece of machinery through a constantly moving maze while your brain is busy singing karaoke. you can physically feel when a gap is too small for your car-sona to fit through, like a cat putting its whiskers into a crevice. your brain is suddenly able to do on-the-fly s=d/t calculations in a milisecond and tell you exactly how quickly you need to move to avoid an oncoming vehicle while turning across the road. why does driving unlock the unused 89% of my brain

[copperbadge]

What the hell.

Is that what driving is for most people? I looked in the notes expecting to see a bunch of bewildered reactions but everyone is agreeing with OP and it's not that I don't believe you, but like.

I drove for years and hated every second of it because I was constantly aware of the fact that I was in charge of a massive chunk of speeding steel and glass capable of causing death if I sneezed at the wrong moment. Not for a single second did the car feel like a part of me. Driving always felt deeply unnatural and highly dangerous. It is indeed Wild to think that the vast majority of people apparently smoothly mind-meld with their car.

No wonder I hate driving so much. Everyone else is having a fun Carsona drift experience while I'm strapped into the pilot seat of a complicated memory game whose penalty for losing is dismemberment.

[littlelostmaybelots]

you can also do this with a dinky little scootie

[copperbadge]

On Saturday I said to my partner, as I have said for months, "A ten thousand dollar a year raise would solve so many of my problems."

As of this morning I was reluctantly looking for jobs because I love my job and don't want to leave it, but see: $10k raise problem solver.

As of noon today this was no longer an issue, because my boss called me with the news that I was getting a $10K merit raise.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is roughly $200 extra per paycheck. Enough to pay off debt faster, rebuild my savings, and spend a weekend a month in Milwaukee getting obscenely laid. The sex I'm going to have on $200 extra per paycheck. You can't even.

May all of you get the $10K raise your soul has yearned for. And whatever level of sex you can be satisfied with for $200.

[magpiesketchins]

The entire Discworld fandom on the 25th of May.

[magpiesketchins]

The entire Discworld fandom on the 25th of May.

[dimity-lawn]

[thelonelybrilliance]

When you hear a new song on the radio and you’re desperately trying to pick a notable phrase so you can google it later

[imaginarycircus]

Gather round, kids. Let me tell you a story from ye olden days because I am tumblr elderly. I used to DJ for a radio station. I played records and CDs and we had station IDs from bands on 8 track cartes. People would call me asking what songs were–but they had to mumble, sing, or play the song on an instrument. I had someone call me to ask what Smells Like Teen Spirit was when it was a single. They played it on an accordion. I forgot about it until a moment ago when I saw this post.

[therothwoman]

They played it on an accordion

[teaboot]

Bro I think you met Weird Al

[mywingsareonwheels]

Absolutely cursed ship for fellow Pratchett fans:-

Ea-Nasir x Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler

[littlelostmaybelots]

on izzy hands

i just want to say. con o neil's performance. the goddamn powerhouse of his arc. the economy of his dialogue and how urgently and comprehensively it hit.

philadelphia story was a play made specificaly for Katherine Hepburn. she bought the rights to it, and made the movie of it. she cast across her the greatest actor of their time, cary grant. cary grant and katherine hepburn, in the movie made to fit them like skin, written by a guy who knew who to use the right words.

you know who won the oscar for that movie? a lil guy named JAMES STEWART, who had a lowkey support arc, a character not meant to be likeable or identifiable, prickly and hurtful. but for one gorgeous moment he stood in his light and he told katherine hepburn who she was, and the idea and the telling of it was made more real than she could have ever played it, even when it was made in real truth.

Con O Neil stole the show. He stole the show about two pirates in love and made it about one broken, jagged ass man, who gets knocked down and comes up silently with knives, who tried to hold together his broken heart by giving all the pain he had to keep it together, by growing soft and loving people, by finding family worth dying for, by doing edith piaf drag, goddamnit, this is his show now. the fandom is outraged because what happened was that they made izzy matter more and then they took him away so now even the kissing and the happily ever after doesn't matter as much as it could have done. Izzy Hands. Goddamn Izzy Hands.

[izzy-hands]

There he is.

[littlelostmaybelots]

i'm going to cry forever

[baggnshield]

RIP Izzy Hands. You were... complicated

[littlelostmaybelots]

ISS

[littlelostmaybelots]

THEY KILLED IZZY HANDS

[nicostiel]

Aziraphale's favorite color is yellow

[mayomkun]

Greetings, Starmaker! 💫

+ Universe enjoyers

[littlelostmaybelots]

Crowley, Aziraphale, and Yoko Ono

"It was love. You can't tell me that the man who wrote Help! didn't need love. It had Help in the title! Help, I need someone! He was literally asking for it!" 

"That's your problem, Angel. The man who wrote that song already had it. Cynthia and Julian?? You remember we went and visited – ”

“– yes he really was the sweetest baby–”

“– good job on getting Paul involved there, by the way–” 

“–yes well, but like I was saying just because he was a terrible father doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve–”  

“--he was a terrible man! You saw Cynthia’s face!” 

“...well. Yes. But I thought. Perhaps with the right person.”

“Angel there is no way you thought you made Yoko happen.” 

“My miracle was that the biggest songwriter in the world, who was making every single lover in the world feel the love pouring out and pouring into them, heaven was OVERJOYED with him in the early days, by the way, well, I just wished that he would find someone who he deserved. Who deserved him. We all deserved that.” 

“...”

“What did you do?”

“Same thing, actually.” 

“No, really?? But. Huh. Do you think –”

“–yeaah, we might have come on a bit strong if we both–”

“It broke up the BAND we could have just had them have a bit of a tiff–”

“– did you know, Happiness is a Warm Gun had a real moment downstairs, I got an award–”

“Crowley! CROWLEY. Crowley.” “Come on now Angel, it all worked out. You did love While My Guitar Gently Weeps–”

“--Harrison.” 

“Oh. Here Comes the Sun, you had that on all April–”

“ALSO HARRISON.” 

“...well I mean there had to have been–” “I COULDN'T STEP OUT WITHOUT HAVING WHY DON’T WE DO IT IN THE ROAD ON BLAST–”

“-- I did like that one. Mmm. You know, Angel…”

“...what. Why are you looking at me like that. Stop it at once. Why are you coming here. I’m mad at you. ” 

“You remember Come Together?” 

“I am furious. I do NOT remember Come Together. Put your hand away at once. I’ve never heard the song in my life. Leave my buttons alone! Not Sexy Sadie either. Crowley if you must just let me shut the door at – oh you just miracled – is that even – anyway you mustn’t forget that I’m – god right there–”

“You know, it’s worth even more when an angel takes her name in vain.” “If you don’t stop talking and kiss me right now I’m going to make the Kardashians talk about communism and it will all have been in vain.”

[shh-the-artist-is-sleeping]

I love Trent Crimm very much, and I also think he should have shown up to Richmond wearing this t-shirt when the rainbow mug didn’t work