Technically true.
He got the job.
He takes his job seriously.
I fuckin’ love this comic. Makes me smile like crazy every time it pops up.
I wonder if the Wolf Hunter thought he was going to a farm that grew elves.
I miss her so fucking much
copper my beloved
rose gold, brass, bronze, what cant she do
beautiful base colour, beautiful patina, and it mixes to make beautiful alloys. 10/10 best metal.
she also makes up so much of your wiring, she’s a working gal too.
what CANT she do
Don’t forget about the most beautiful blue made by copper sulfate!!
my absolute FAVOURITE comments on this post are ones like this.
where they just add on something ELSE that copper does. it’s great.
When you need to work in an atmosphere where a stray spark could cause an explosion, you switch out your steel tools for copper alloys since it conducts heat much better and thus won’t spark easy.
So when Tumblr user @mono-red-menace hypes up copper, it’s a 60k-note banger, but when I, Ea-nasir,
Do Not Let HR do this to you. It is not illegal to talk about wages in the work place. I did and got a 12% raise!
True info. Now let me add something: The power of documentation. (I was a long time steward in a nurses union.)
Remember: The "'E" in email stands for evidence.
That cuts both ways. Be careful what you put into an email. It never really goes away and can be used against you.
But can also be a powerful tool for workplace fairness.
Case 1: Your supervisor asks you to do something you know is either illegal or against company policy. A verbal request. If things go wrong, you can count on them denying that they ever told you to do that. You go back to your desk, or wherever and you send them an email: "I just want to make sure that I understood correctly that you want me to do xxxxx" Quite often, once they see it in writing, they will change their mind about having you do it. If not, you have documentation.
Case 2: You have a schedule you like, you've had that schedule for a while, it works for you. Your supervisor comes to you and says "We're really short-handed now and I need you to change your schedule just for a month until we can get someone else hired. It's just temporary and you can have your old schedule back after a month." A month goes by and they forget entirely that they made that promise to you. So, once again, when they make the initial request, you send them an email "I'm happy to help out temporarily, but just want to make sure I understand correctly that I will get my old schedule back after a month as you promised." Documentation.
[Image ID: Text reading: In the middle of a busy clinic at our practice, I got pulled in by my manager to speak to HR, who must have made a special trip because she lives several states away, and told I was being 'investigated' for discussing wages with my other employees. She told me it was against company policy to discuss wages.
Me; That's illegal.
Them: (start italics) three slow, long seconds of staring at me blankly (end italics) Uh...
Me: That's an illegal policy to have. The right to discuss wages is a right protected by the National Labor Relations board. I used to be in a union. I know this.
HR: Oh, this is news to me! I have been working HR for 18 years and I never knew that. Haha. Well try not do do it anyway, it makes people upset, haha.
Me: people are entitled to their opinions about what their work is worth. Bye.
I then left, and sent her several texts and emails saying I would like a copy of their company policy to see where this wage discussion policy was kept. She quickly called me back in to her office.
HR: You know what, there is no policy like that in the handbook! I double check. Sorry about the confusion, my apologies.
Me: You still haven't given me the paper saying that we had this discussion. I am going to need some protection against retaliation.
HR: Oh haha yes here you go.
I just received a paper with legal letterhead and an apology saying there was no verbal warning or write up. Don't even take their shit you guys. Keep talking about wages. Know your worth. /End ID]
At one of my old (shit) jobs my boss would continually come have these verbal discussions with me and would never put anything in writing I took to summarizing every discussion we had in email. Like “just to confirm that you asked me to do X by Y date and you understand that means I won’t be able to complete the previous task you gave me until Z date - 2 weeks later than originally scheduled - because you want me to prioritize this new project.
The woman would then storm back into my office screaming at me for putting the discussion in writing and arguing about pushing back the other project or whatever. At which point I would summarize that conversation in email as well. Which would bring her storming back in, rinse and repeat ad nauseum.
Anyway I cannot imagine how badly that job would have gone if I hadn’t put all her wildly unreasonable demands in writing. Bitch still hated me but she could never hang me for “missing deadlines” because I always had in writing that she’d pushed the project back because she wanted something else done first.
Paper your asses babes. Do not let them get away with shit. If they won’t put what they’re asking you to do in writing then write it up yourself and email it to them.
If you don't have this kind of job but someday you'd might: start practicing.
After a casual conversation with friends, write up a brief synopsis of what you discussed & agreed to. (...Do not email this to friends unless you have their agreement that this would be a fun group project.) Get practice with,
"A, B, and C had a brief meeting about food options after the big game. We decided on pizza, with A&B agreeing to contribute X dollars each, and C agreeing to contribute Y dollars and also bring soda. A will call for pizza on the day of the game and schedule it for delivery at 8:30 pm."
"A, B & C discussed movie options. A wanted something lite and fun; B wanted something scifi; C was fine with anything but horror. Nobody wanted superheroes. Decided on Lost Space Wanderers which opened last weekend; C agreed to research theatre options and report tomorrow."
...and so on. Practice describing the results of "meetings" with friends and you'll be ready to sum up "boss told me to set aside Project A to focus on Project B for the next two weeks" - because what's likely is that boss didn't say anything that clear; boss talked about how important Project B is and how the company needs parts X and Y done asap and you have the best skills for that, and when you mentioned how much time Project A was taking, boss said "eh don't worry about that right now; marketing is breathing down my neck so we really need part X by Friday, okay?"
...at no point did you get a direct instruction.
Which is why anyone who is not the screaming-drama boss mentioned above would think it was perfectly reasonable for you to say, "I want to clarify the discussion we had earlier - you told me to focus on Project B to the exclusion of Project A for the next two weeks, even if that means Project A will miss its deadline; is that correct?"
know your rights
Feel free to rephrase these emails, so long as they aren’t too wishy washy you can choose to be less confrontational. If your boss is one to get irritated if you want to check that what you agreed to is changing your schedule for a month and tends to act like you’re accusing them of unfairness - instead restate that you’re happy to help out and have the temporary schedule change for a month - but I forgot to ask, will I revert to my usual schedule directly before or directly after (insert the weekend date where you expect the change over to happen). Just want to make sure I don’t make plans on a day you expect me in!
Okay so here's what's going on with the bird crimes.
On thursday I was going to Powers Park when I saw what I thought were 2 chickens hanging out in the parking lot, and a lady watching them from the fence. I thought... they could belong to the lady, but chickens aren't the kind of pet that you just let hang out loose.
I approach.
Lady: "These aren't mine."
I look closer. Its actually 2 roosters, one of which is a very small breed and is missing his tail feathers. Both of them have an injury to their backside- like its been plucked.
So we talk about what to do, I end up calling Animal Control. The actual Animal Control officer doesn't get there until noon, I get a police dispatcher. She says she can send one of the cops to grab them until the actual professional gets there.
I tell her that the roosters are being kept by the woman I met, she's coaxing them into her house.
I post about it on the facebook group in case someone knows who they belong to. The comments are full of jokes, obviously. But no leads. Eventually the big rooster gets caught by someone running a sanctuary for abandoned and abused livestock, but they're still looking for the little black one. Evidently they got out of the lady's backyard and were loose again.
I figure he's going to be a coyote snack and don't think about it for the rest of the week.
So now it is Sunday and I'm opening up the bathrooms. I'm at Summit Grove park and as I'm about to reserve the shelter for a birthday party I see...
A black pigeon.
Pigeons are not a common animal in this area- you're more likely to see house sparrows, crows, and mourning doves. So that's odd. What's more, she doesn't seem to be skittish and is definitely accustomed to humans. And she keeps trying to bite my fingers, so she associates hands with food and she's skinny as a rail so she's been abandoned for a minute.
Why does this keep happening to me? Is this the Morrigan come to teach me a lesson in pigeon form?
So I remember the number of the woman running the sanctuary and I give her a call. I tell her I've got a pigeon here that can't fly, is super hungry, and doesn't seem to have any issues biting fingers. She says she can't take her, but she can find a home for her because pigeons have specific needs. But she won't be able to get there until 12:30. We (my work partner and I) have to deal with the bird in the meantime.
We absolutely cannot take this bird with us on our route because we are in a tiny truck cab and don't have a cat carrier to put her in. So our solution is to lock her in the janitor's closet until the rep can get here.
Around 12:15, we head back to the shelter to make sure she's still there and hasn't been disturbed... and I realize that the reason I even saw her in the first place...
...was because there was supposed to be a birthday party at the shelter at noon.
The party is strongly underway and they have shoved a table against the door of the closet.
The sanctuary lady comes by and waves, we ask the party people politely to move the table slightly because we're trying to rehome a pigeon that's inside that closet.
They move the table, but not all guests see this interaction- because it looks like a bunch of maintenance people are just here to boss folks around during a little girl's birthday party and this draws a crowd.
The sanctuary rep arrives and we open the door just a little bit to let the bird out. She bobbles towards us, hoping for food, when one of the older ladies at the party exclaims:
"Does that ANIMAL just LIVE in there?!"
I mean... sure. For the past few hours, she did live in there.
"Do you have any IDEA how many DISEASES pigeons carry?"
The rep scoops the pigeon into her arms and takes her out of the shelter area to inspect her wings, feet, and back. She shows us her breastbone and explains that its been several days since the bird ate anything, which was why it was going for fingers.
Meanwhile, Aunt Ornithophobia over here: "I can't BELIEVE you would just TOUCH a BIRD like that in front of CHILDREN!"
We take the bird away to the van so the rep can thank us and explain what likely happened- which is that someone abandoned the bird when they couldn't take care of her anymore they just let her loose.
"I understand you got one of the roosters," I said.
"Yes, the big one. But the little bantam rooster is very fast- he darted into someone's backyard and I never found him again. If you see him, give me a call."
"I've been told that chickens are legal to own here, but roosters are not."
She gets an exasperated look on her face. "If you're going to allow backyard chickens, you're going to have to allow roosters. It's impossible to sex an avian chick and they don't get their dimorphic traits until they've reached the young adult stage and chick sellers don't care about whether they're a hen or a rooster. They care about the sale. We get roosters more often than egg-layers because someone sold them a male as a female and they don't want to pay the fine. I'd rather have the laws allow both, or neither. But disallowing roosters is patently stupid."
"Hm. Well. Note to self."
"Anyways, you're heroes to this little rock dove and I want you two to know that. She's going on a trip to a bird sanctuary in Toledo where she'll have lots and lots of snacks to eat that aren't fingers."
Day 38/50.
Today was july 5th, one of the busiest days of the year for park cleanup because the fireworks take place on one of our properties and the viewing area is also one of our properties. So everyone has to work that side of the city while one person is tasked with general maintenance of the other side.
That person was me.
I have no issue doing that side by myself- I do it by myself every weekend. And because the entire city was busy with the festivities last night, hardly anyone was in my side.
Of course, those that were there were messy. Summit Grove had graffiti. Madison park had the remains of it's own fireworks show. Highvalley had a pile of peanut shells and cigarette butts. This, and everyday maintenance things like cleaning the bathrooms, checking the trash cans, changing out the soap, etc.
But even so, my day was effectively done at 2:30, which left one hour for me to patrol the parks and see if any more messes happened while I was out.
On my way to Summit and I see:
And I think you know... maybe it's a crow. We got crows. We got all kinds of crows here.
But then I drive by and it pokes its little head out from the clovers and I literally say, out loud:
"Rooster."
Pull into a neighborhood and hoof it down the sidewalk, slowing down as I get closer. First thing I do is text the sanctuary lady.
"Rooster seen heading south on summit, across from Powers park."
I was not expecting to get a text immediately back, but she was ready to respond in SECONDS.
I'm telling her details like... what kind of tree hes hiding behind, nearby landmarks, is he running... like I'm obsessed with getting this rooster caught if for no other reason than closure.
You have to understand- I thought this bird was dead. We have coyotes, owls, hawks, eagles, stray dogs, stray cats, careless drivers. And this rooster is snack sized, doesnt even come up to my knee.
I'm following this little menace around, trying to keep an eye on him, texting the chicken lady the whole time to keep her updated but she lives 40 minutes away and I'm like...
You're driving 40 minutes for a chicken?
I do not have that kind of time. If my boss finds out I spent the last hour following around a chicken he'll never hire me back. (Irrational, because I've seen a member of parks and rec literally murder wildlife with no consequences).
People are staring as they drive by, wondering what the parks person is doing with their phone out peering into the residential bushes. Someones gonna tell my boss.
The bird finally settles down under a tree. I send her a photo of the tree hes under, and what's behind me on the street, tell her I have to go.
I really hope he doesnt move by the time she gets there.
When i drive by on the way home, hes still there and she hasnt arrived yet.
There are 2 outcomes: she doesnt catch him again and I have to keep looking for him all summer or she catches him and the chicken saga ends.
And at 4:30, she texts me to say she got him. Thus ends my avian adventure.
Heres the boys:
And their angry pigeon sister.
Finally, a happy ending.
living with a cat rules. if i ever want to get meowed at all i need to do is walk into the kitchen
just walked into the kitchen and you'll never guess what happened
This cat looks like a guy
[ID 1 of 2: OP's white and gray cat standing by the fridge, with a tired, sick-of-your bullshit expression.
ID 2 of 2: Mike from Breaking Bad, with the exact same expression on his face.
/end IDs]
i said this on twitter yesterday but i don’t think abled bodied people realise that if you don't accommodate for disabled people we don't just go away. we are still here. we have a right to be angry at the fact we can't participate because there's no accessibility, you are literally just not including us by not making places accessible
Good Omens 2 feels like fanfiction not because of its contents but because the author is here on tumblr posting things like "hehe not sorry >:)" and getting hate anons
u ever have on mutuals whos so deep in another fandom that u know absolutely zero about and they make posts that look like they speaking another language or some shit
i really appreciate the number of mutuals who are not in any of my fandoms sharing this post. its like a little hello nod as we pass each other in the hall