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25, NZ, She/They gay and weird

[eclogues]

i havent done anything or been anyone ever

[brutalgrace333]

“Wild Geese”, by Mary Oliver

[beadyeyes]

Let's fucking grab this Wednesday by the nothing

[beetlewoman]

adult backpack wearers of the world unite

[technofinch]

I have GOT to stop spending $30

[the-muppet-joker]

I am covered in bugs, I am bugmogging everyone. I am severing all my ties to humanity to bugmaxx and become the alpha. They will eat my skin and birth me anew. I'm Like The Joker But A Big Bug. I'm like the Joker, But A Big Bug.

[rhinco]

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

[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.

[peppermoths]

does anyone want to see a really good picture of my kitty cat

[peppermoths]

[cheddar-baby]

not a cat, first off

[cheddar-baby]

snale

[tlirsgender]

Getting too into gender theory and feminism and such feels like cosmic horror. Like I know too much and now I'm going insane babbling to people who have no idea what I'm talking about. I saw through the Gender and it broke something in me psychologically. Everything is misogyny and nothing is real except the material consequences of misogyny. I gotta get out of here (gender) but my personal choices don't really matter because other people will continue Gendering me

[tlirsgender]

As far as I can tell women are real but the signifiers of Femininity are culturally constructed. Men only exist in opposition to women. I'm not opposed to women so I'm excluded from Men. I'm only a woman when men are talking to me. You can tell gender isn't a choice though because I never could have Not been nonbinary

[firefox-official]

sorry im late i got tied with rope to train tracks and it was this whole thing

[wisedreamdelusion]

GO TO THE HELL I DONT WAKE YET AND I DONT SLEEP WELL

[kaijutegu]

harsh words from one of the muppet babies

[json-derulo]

having the Aviation Accident Investigations Autism™️ has actually done wonders for the way I process and respond to my own fuck-ups

[json-derulo]

And I don't just mean "oh, my little work mistake is actually nothing compared to a fiery crash that kills people," either. The reason commercial flight is so many orders of magnitude safer than any other form of transportation is because after every accident and incident, an independent regulatory body investigated it with the express goal of figuring out exactly what happened, why, and how to prevent the same thing from ever happening again—not to root out which person deserved the blame or the liability.

It's a simple, shockingly effective idea. It's also worlds away from how most people approach their own mistakes and the mistakes of others.

[json-derulo]

Because it’s never just one person’s fault. And even when it is, it still isn’t. 

The sharpest, best-trained pilots make worse decisions when they're tired or sick or stressed out, so there's two of them. The most dedicated and experienced air traffic controllers garble an instruction over the radio sometimes, so pilots are trained to always repeat clearances back to catch misunderstandings quickly. The best and brightest maintenance mechanic still overlooks a screw or misconnects a wire once or twice in her career, so aircraft systems are built with two or three or four layers of redundancy, and pilots are exhaustively trained to deal with failures safely. 

Everyone eventually has a bad day. Every component breaks down. Every computer gets a bad a Windows update and spirals into a reboot doom loop. If it’s possible for one person’s mistake to domino into a mushroom cloud of a fuckup, then that task is too critical to be one person's sole responsibility. The accident sequence starts with the design of the system—so how do you improve the system to keep it from happening again?

[json-derulo]

oh yeah. The “modern commercial aviation is the safest form of transport” thing only applies to planes, btw. A helicopter is a beautiful metal horse that wants to break its legs and die so so so badly

[monidoll]

the united states of america is the most repugnant country in the world

[innerchildabortionclinic]

I hold a grudge against someone for a decade+ over posting something like this on facebook once. even psych ward doctors knew of her name because I remembered my hatred during psychosis #myburninghatred

[dustarts-rb-acc]

[aflo]

A standard porno with the bad acting and music and whatnot but partway through the action the camera pans to a millipede and hunting spider locked in a duel for survival, the sounds of sex fade out and the scene in the background blurs, epic battle music starts to play

[aesungaia]

[3rabbit]

daughter (non-practicing)

[3rabbit]

sister (deadbeat)