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Kiana Khansmith
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Living Expenses After College
It’s been one of those weeks where I feel like obsessively thinking about my life decisions and the future. Today, it’s time to map out my pay with future living costs and loan payments.
I have a little over $28,000 in loans to pay since getting my bachelor’s degree five months ago and haven’t made any payments yet. I apparently am going to start paying back around $289.67 a month starting on July 11th (which will be seven months after graduating).
Since I’m about to start medical assistant training for a year as a full time student, I may have the opportunity to postpone loan payments but I think I better just start making those payments to get it over with sooner.
I currently still live with my parents although they are strict and sometimes we don’t get along, but they are also loving and supportive and my mom lets me use her car.
I need experience working in hospitals and clinics with health care providers before trying to get into PA school, so I applied to work as a medical scribe. This medical scribe place will pay me $9.50 per hour with a pay increase to $11.50 per hour after the first year of working there. I plan to save a lot (if not all) of the money I make. My money will be tight at first, but once I get the pay raise and an additional job as a medical assistant in a year and a half, things should get better.
If I end up working the medical scribing job for 30 to 40 hours a week during the summer, I can make $285 to $380 per week; which amounts to around $1,140-$1,520 per month. Taking away $289.67 to pay my monthly student loans would leave me with $850.33 to $1,230.33 per month. Then, taking away $120 for misc. purchases and eating out would have me with $730.33 to $1,110.33 per month to put into savings. A lot of these savings will most likely go towards paying for my tuition while going to school for medical assisting too.
*Living Costs: I read that the living wage for one adult in the state I live in is $11.39 per hour. (I got this information from http://livingwage.mit.edu.) This means that I won’t be moving out for at least another year, which should be fine. In the meantime, I will have to start doing my own taxes. According to this website, I’ll be paying around $3,761 on taxes annually. For now, paying my tuition, loans and taxes are all I have to deal with. Luckily, I still don’t pay for the groceries so for now I won’t include the cost for food.
Eventually, I will need to start making car payments. After adding up the average cost for insurance in my state and things people who have a car end up paying for, I found that I could be paying $4,474 per year or $372.83 per month on transportation.
Then there’s medical costs. Based on the living wage calculator on the first website I referenced, one adult where I live tends to pay an average of $2,217 annually on medical payments. This is equal to $184.75 per month.
All of these living costs combined are equal to $10,452 per year, which is $871 per month.
Working minimum wage full time would cover these living expenses but would not leave much room for savings, loan payments, and potential for paying for my own food and housing. But if I were to be working part time as a medical assistant and a scribe simultaneously in a year from now, then I could be making an estimated amount of $28,600 annually or $2,383.33 per month.
Conclusion: This part of my career is a stepping stone in a young part of my life. I won’t be making enough money to afford to pay for all living expenses until well over a year from now, but one of these days things will get better as my career advances when I get the job I want after graduating from PA school.
Death offers a game for your life. You decide on D&D.
“I assume you’ve never played?” I asked. The cloaked figure across from me shook their head slowly. “Great,” I said. “I’ll be the DM. I’ll walk you through everything. First, character creation.” Six hours later Death sat leaned over the table with a mountain dew in one hand and a D20 in the other. Their hood was thrown back to reveal a bleached grinning skull. We were in the company of four infernals from the depths of the Abyss. I don’t remember which of us invited each of them. Turned out we had quite a few friends in common. They rolled a one. “Oohh, tough luck,” I said with a smile. “Fuck. This is the best time I’ve had in centuries, but I really should get back to work,” they said reluctantly. “Yeah…” One of the demons agreed. “I actually have a meeting with some senators in like an hour.” “Same time next week?” Death asked. “I’ll be here,” I agreed. I suspected they knew before we started that this was a game that didn’t have to have an end and didn’t have a winner.
Just a little random inspiration.
https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/ultimate_game.png
For those who don’t know, this xkcd strip was done as a memorial when Gary Gygax died.
They came back the next week, and the week after that. After a month of weekly sessions, Death pulled me aside.
“Hey,” he muttered, shuffling his skeletal feet a bit and rubbing his arm. “I don’t want to be That Guy, but this game does have an end, right? I’m having a blast, but this is still technically work for me, and I have to file reports, especially with all the loopholes I had to pull on to get a multi-session game approved in the first place.”
“Oh, yeah, for sure!” I told him. “There’s lots of ways for it to end. “Your characters could all die, we could finish the story we’re telling together, or our group could even just stop playing.”
Satisfied, he took his place at the table, but for months thereafter, he would cock his head at me every time I ended a session with excitement to play again. All I could do was shrug.
The weeks turned into months, turned into years, and Death stopped his reminders that our game, like everything else in the world, would eventually have to die. He told me, once, that he was determined to see this through to the end because my absurdly long game would make for a good story, but I think he had grown attached to his gnome cleric. Her magic was from the Life domain, and his grin always seemed just a touch wider every time he healed someone.
Half a decade after we began, my players were as seasoned as their level 20 characters, and I was running out of curveballs that would challenge them, so I wrote an end to the campaign. I spent months on it, carefully tying up every loose plot thread I could think of and giving all five members of the party the best resolution I could muster. Three of them got married to each other.
There were tears flowing from every eye that wasn’t an empty socket as I narrated their proverbial rides into the sunset, before finally I folded my screen, looked at each of them in turn, and said “The end. Death, you can take my soul now.”
He froze, and the demons around the table turned as one to stare at him.
Then, slowly, he cocked his head the same way he used to. “But you won,” he said. “The object of the game is to tell a story with your friends, and you did.”
“But so did you!” I cried! “And everyone knows that when Death wins a game, he gets your soul.”
Death’s grin spread wider than it ever had when he saved someone’s life in-game. “Didn’t you just finish pouring it into a game that you shared with me?”
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What are tea towels?
how do people wake up from naps feeling revitalised and refreshed and not like they just got hit by a car and fell out of the space time continuum
I usually feel like I got hit with a shovel.
I wasn’t totally lost in Biochem lab today! I had all of my calculations done and I contributed to my group’s work so much!
My bestfriend : So who’s the worst villian you’ve ever seen in a fanfiction?
Me : Miscommunication
Pokemon GO rarity map from the reddit thread!
ok listen… you r literally the only person i’m telling this. just.. don’t tell anybody bud, but
i couldn’t sleep, so I decided to just start flicking through some internet TV things, like Netflix, Crunchyroll, etc.
and I found
{{ VOICE QUIVERING }}
this ANIME~~~~
called “SHE AND HER CAT”.
and it’s just it’s about
this girl and her cat.
but… it’s from the perspective of the cat. who LOVES HER.
SO MUCH.
and… the whole show is just about how happy he is to be her cat and how he thinks she’s amazing and the best ever
it’s a whole SHOW ABOUT HOW MUCH THIS CAT AND HUMAN LOVE EACH OTHER
AND HOW HAPPY HE IS TO ALWAYS BE THERE FOR HER
AND, AND, AND THE SECOND EPISODE IS JUST THEM REMINISCING ABOUT THE FIRST day they met…
and i SWEAR ON MY LIFE, I am a grown 30-year-old man with a successful business
reduced to literal tears
because it made me miss having a cat SO MUCH that I just cannot deal without ranting on Tumblr!!!
I mean come on…
She always comes home exhausted.
She brings the smell of a faraway town I don’t know.
I live in my own time, and she lives in her own time.
So these moments when my time and hers intersect
are more precious to me than anything
it’s SO MELODRAMATIC AND SO SWEET AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY
FULL ON TEARS.
OUGHH MY HEART…