im always like hehe im so smart i will avoid shame by never doing anything ever but then i feel ashamed of not living and it turns out i didn’t escape any sort of discomfort i just traded it in for a less rewarding kind
But now that you know that, you can change. Doesn’t have to be today, or tomorrow, or even a year from now, but until you’re six feet under it’s never too late to live your life the way you want to
If a girl hits you with a beam you should always thank her no matter what kind of creature or critter it may turn you into
I never said it couldn’t be
girl whose magic wand is a 2x4
Please stop spreading dangerous misinformation. When using a beam attack remember to use at least paired 2x8s, 2x4s simply can’t handle most girls’ loads.
I love to use my disability “as an excuse.” Fuck yeah my disability is an excuse. It’s the most valid excuse I have. I’m not helping you lift that box/etc because my disability would make it fucking painful. Not wanting to be in pain is a good enough reason. I’m not going to put myself in pain to comfort your sensibilities.
Yes I’m using my disability as an excuse because I refuse to hurt myself for you. If you’re mad about it you can cry! ❤️
Happy disability pride month.
In honor of my chronic pain flareup that I could’ve avoided by asking my wife for help here’s your reminder to say no to stuff when it is safe to do so!!Ask for help!!
This month practice saying “I can’t do that. It would hurt me.” or “can I have help with (x)?” Start with a friend or family member who you feel comfortable asserting your boundaries with and keep saying no.
So you know how when you’re a new Tumblr user that defected from Reddit because that ship is going dooowwwnn baaybaayy, and you don’t really know how everything works yet, and so somehow you end up on your own profile page but you dont realize thats its your own and you scroll like 5 posts and you think to yourself “wow I agree with everything Im seeing this is interesting” and then its like “wait I think Ive read all these before” and then you freeze and look at the top bar and see your own tag and realize “oh god fuck I have just reblogged all these posts another time over” and then you have to go through and make sure you dont have unintended duplicates and burn in shame in hopeful privacy because fuck Im making a gigantic fool of myself on this lovely platform that I did not download nearly quickly enough
You’re doing great!! Reblogging the same things a few times is normal here!! Even several times in a row! My followers have been tormented by a post I find funny 20x on their dashboard! Nothing wrong with multiple rbs if u deem it worthy
Tumblr is a pvp zone and Reblog Burst is a very popular special move.
“I need to love it more” is a really common sentiment here.
“Quivering” is my least-favourite word in the english language. Nothing and nobody should be quivering. If you’re quivering right now, stop that shit immediately. Tremble or shake if you must but the quivering has to stop.
i don’t know where the notion that if you don’t give big bucks to an artist then you’re not really supporting them came from, but when people say even a tiny bit of monetary support saves an artist, it’s not for the aesthetic or the gesture of it all. i’ve been able to have actual drinking water on days i’ve been incredibly broke simply because someone bought a brush pack for 2 euros. in the most actual, literal way i could possibly convey this: the SMALLEST amount counts. in practice counts. people-get-to-eat-today counts. especially in this age of everyone and their mother being out to deplatform artists. there’s value in the tiniest of ways
Um, can I please get every neighborhood kid and animal to come walk across my driveway? Can I get a cat to just run around on there? This flock of ducks did such an amazing job!
I was 18 months old when my parents built their house. After pouring the concrete slab for the foundation, my father, world’s most sentimental man, carried me down into the hole so he could preserve a single imprint of my little baby foot in the house he was building for me to grow up in.
Naturally, I wriggled loose, so what is actually preserved for posterity in my parents’ basement floor is my mad dash through this glorious new mud pit, followed by my father’s footprints in hot pursuit, a visible scuffle where the fugitive was captured, and then my father’s prints returning to the ladder.
I hope some future archeologist finds your parent’s basement floor because they’re going to lie down on the ground and cry about it.
Hello white mutuals. Before you is a charcuterie board with 15 different types of cheese. If you manage to go 12 hours without touching the cheeses you can leave this room. Good luck.
I was eating off this cool cheese plate while you were talking can you repeat that pls
Talking meaning chatting online, interacting irl, or even exchanging one or two messages. I just want to see how much tumblr users actually talk to each other!
As a fine dining cook, I found work in a union workplace around a year ago.
My 40 hours a week are guaranteed except for Jan/feb/mar when there’s not enough customers, I get paid almost twice what I did at any other restaurant, if I work overtime, (more than 8 hours in one day, or more than 40 in a week), I actually get overtime pay, (and it’s 1.5x my normal rate!).
I get holiday pay, and in addition I get to either bank or pay out my holidays if I work those days, (either a paid day off when I want it, in addition to the holiday pay, or I get paid an add’l 8 hours at 1.5x that week). I also get two floating holidays, 4 paid random sick days, 2 paid family sick days, and 4 paid “doctor’s note” sick days, (paid out by our health insurance), as well as general allowance to take as many unpaid sick days as I want without worrying for my job security. (I’ve been told that taking multiple months off is where we start to be concerned about abuse, so if I want to do that, I can go through our leave of absence procedures instead, where I’m allowed three 2-week periods a year generally for whatever reason I want, (If my manager wants to disagree, he has to get the union president’s approval), and after that it’s up to my manager to decide if he’ll accept them).
I get two weeks of paid vacation time a year, and an add’l week per year for every 5 years I work there.
We get our legally mandated breaks, which, I know that sounds like a low bar, but taking anything other than a smoke break in a kitchen?!?! Unheard of! I get two 15′s and a lunch every shift! I get to sitdown and rest my legs and not get flak for it!
I get a bonus at the end of the year, there’s official procedures for if my manager isn’t happy with me or wants to get rid of me, (three meetings, during which my union representative has to be present), (and getting rid of my classification doesn’t work, there’s rules for how someone ‘bumps’ other people if classifications are gotten rid of), and severance pay for when full-time employees that are downsized out of the company, there’s a pension plan, like … Guys, I have a 40-page handbook which details all of the rights my union has won me, and believe me, I’ve never had any of these at any prior workplace.
And you know what my union dues are? $4 a paycheck.
Of course I’m going to pay my union dues for all of those benefits.
Reblogging for this incredibly thorough explanation of what it’s like to actually have a contract in place at a union workplace. I reblog a fair number of posts about how people should organize, but if you’re like me, you might not know exactly what that can get you until you’ve actually gone through the process. Every contract is different because you bargain for what makes sense for your particular workplace, and every few years you re-negotiate with the employer to improve things in the next contract, but some things (like the right to have union representation when you talk to your boss about leave or discipline) are universal.
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