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apparently tumblr has decided to start shoving ads onto people's blogs, soon. i don't endorse ANYTHING tumblr decides to force onto my blog. if you don't have one already, just go get an adblocker- if they can't properly monitor their stupid ass ads, people shouldn't have to look at them.

depsidase

foeofcolor

Only day you can rb this

foeofcolor

This post is like a fucking rosetta stone I've had the same theme song tagged in at least 6 languages so far

gaybichon

not even funny how true this is for me

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.

dr-eurydice

Hanging this on my wall like its an inspirational poster.

tlirsgender

I think it's cute when depictions of our solar system include earth's moon. Like yeah sure the moon's invited. We just like her

tlirsgender

Like simplified models that don't have Literally Everything just the planets. And our moon #OurMoon

dknightlight

Posting this iconic piece of media that I just NEVER found online isolated except in an archived reddit thread

somethingusefulfromflorida

vee-dmsr

shetheyslain

Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things

unconventiononthelawofthesea

drinking and smoking marijuana in public in front of children

deadelated

lakemojave

People are unfazed if you hate women but if you dislike dogs they assume you're a bad person

ddeck

there's like a thousand ways for a shower to work and you wouldn't even imagine half of them until you have to take a shower at a new place

status-quo-hater

Furries, next time you see someone call their fursona a herm(aphrodite) please fucking correct them. If enough people do it, intersex people might actually be able to participate in the fandom without seeing goddamn slurs everywhere. It's exhausting. It contributes to people believing fetishistic misinformation about real intersex people.

Tell people to use bigenital, salmacian, or dualsex, instead. If they're looking for a more scientific and less fiction-centric term, suggest cosexed, gonosimulite, or monoecious.

This is not difficult. Do better. Stop saying hermaphrodite.

creekfiend

I'm so glad that that truncated fucking ran-into-a-wall-at-speed tadpole-ass looking squirrel only lives in high altitude forests in Borneo bc this means I am extremely unlikely to encounter one in my day to day life. thank god