From the river to the sea. @ratherpekewliar - Tumblr Blog

Hi i'm a grown adult in college dont be an idiot on my blog

My art acc is @plantsrkewl please go follow 🙏

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My account is VERY GENERALLY 16+ but I do reblog more adult stuff sometimes which will go under #adult times tag

Stuff that pertains to that tag is mostly just shit that mentions kink but no straight up porn. I do not tag sex ed as adult

Asks are usually open !!

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I keep having to dip into my savings to pay for college because for some reason my aid won't cover it so if anybody wants to buy commissions or just donate thatd be cool

#gob speaks #pinned

ratherpekewliar

Got offered a really awesome job thats quite literally almost exactly what I want to do in relation to prairie conservation but I dont have housing in the area because plans w a family member fell through so my mom put put out a desperate fb post manifest someone willing to let a college student crash in their house for me yall

ratherpekewliar

I HAVE HOUSING GRAAAAAAAAAAAGH

inkskinned

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.

inkskinned

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.

Got offered a really awesome job thats quite literally almost exactly what I want to do in relation to prairie conservation but I dont have housing in the area because plans w a family member fell through so my mom put put out a desperate fb post manifest someone willing to let a college student crash in their house for me yall

beadyeyes

fata-vocant

medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar

thestenchofcheeseandregrets

the one... dear squire

coyote--ginger

He can’t handle the power of suckssome and drool

wheelie-sick

sometimes people experiencing psychosis and/or mania will come up to you on the street and talk in confusing or upsetting ways. your job is to either have a regular human-to-human conversation with that person or politely leave. your job is not to call 911. do not call 911. you might kill that person if you call 911.

wheelie-sick

I don't even have the energy to screenshot and respond to your tags- what the actual fuck is wrong with you? "the cops are scared and rightfully so" "mental health calls are the scariest for cops" OH so this isn't about the safety of psychotic & manic people this is about piggy feelings?

and no, actually, this is not USA specific and no, actually, people from other countries should not ignore this post. police violence and sanism weren't invented in the US and they are certainly not unique to here. if you (or anyone) thinks that this bullshit doesn't happen elsewhere then you are not listening.

strix-returns

Someome having an episode is a medical emergency, not a crime in progress; it should be handled by medical personnel and not cops.

wheelie-sick

some of us live in constant psychosis or have long term or frequent manic episodes. medical emergencies are acute problems, not chronic baseline states. the majority of people with a psychotic disorder experience psychosis regularly. for most psychotic people a psychotic episode is not a medical emergency it is an average Tuesday.

don't call an ambulance on someone who does not want one.

a psychotic episode is not inherently an emergency

briarpatch-kids

I am not very experienced or professional at all, but when a person is having an episode in my neighborhood I kind of assess if they seem like they might need water or a snack, help calling someone to get them home if you feel like sticking your neck out a bit, or if they're just minding their own business so you shoukd g That's all I am most of the people here are qualified to "do" about a person having an episode. Basic human kindness.

I've seen people call the cops on the same woman in my neighborhood I checked on and they basically just passed over the water to her and let her know that she can't hang out on my neighbor's lawn. (they showed up as I was bringing the water out and they wouldn't let me give it to her directly. 🙄) it could have ended much worse if she wasn't a tiny white woman.