whenever a young kid joins our staff at work im just like huh. guess im a father now.
these kids will be like “can you drive me home? i don’t have gas money but-” and im already pullin out my keys and am like. sweetheart, you are a child. i am not charging a child gas money.
i literally almost lunged across the counter to throw hands with some old hag who yelled at and insulted one of our 16 y/o girls but instead i threw her sandwich at her and told her to never fucking come back
old dudes will flirt with our young girls too and i’ll be like ay man this is a truck stop, normal customer service rules dont apply here. i can and will call the cops on you.
im the only manager that actively tells them to steal food because these are teenagers and they are HUNGRY
There’s a particular kind of clothing that I just… ffffffucking hate.
It’s a fitted woman’s blouse.
I hate this piece of clothing more than I hate bad sitcoms. These blouses are short. They only come down to your belt. You can’t tuck them in. They flare out at the bottom. They often have three-quarter sleeves that don’t really have cuffs and pinch your forearms. They’re supposed to button but sometimes they only button partway.
Fuck these not-remotely-a-shirts
the only thing these are good for is flexing and ripping out of like the hulk
And despite them being tailored/having darts, people with boobs STILL get that awful gaping hole between the buttons. It’s like, you tried, designers, but you also really bloody didn’t try.
I literally have fried egg titties and still get this…like who are they made for??
i hate pedophiles because at 9, the man that married my mother solely did so just to get close to me and fail to groom me.
i hate pedophiles because when i was 10, my mom’s boyfriend was planning to kidnap me, but failed because my uncle slashed the tires the night before
i hate pedophiles because when i was a tween, a grown ass man at the gas station got down on his knee, and proposed to me. i was alone. it was night time. i ran all the way home.
i hate pedophiles because one man showed up at my house when i was a child. he was an ex-convict. he got my address from a letter to my father in prison. when he was released, he came to my house.
i hate pedophiles because my cousin was sexually abused. for years, his self esteem has been shot to hell, his grades are dead, he hurts himself and he’s been on suicide watch multiple times. and all this time, his failures have been blamed on just behavioral issues, rather than the trauma that was discovered.
i hate pedophiles because my grandpa has always tried to frame my uncle(that saved me) as a pedophile, when he’s actually gay. so fuck your lgbt+ bullshit. you’re not welcome in our community.
i hate pedophiles because they constantly say ‘you never know who’s a pedophile’, even though it’s not difficult to tell. they say ‘we’re everywhere’, as if we don’t know that. thank you for making every child paranoid of any adult possibly preying on them. even now, as an adult, im still paranoid of every adult i meet being a pedophile.
i hate pedophiles because they think just because you don’t actually rape a child, you’re perfectly fine and safe. you completely disregard the mental trauma you can bring just by existing near a child.
i hate pedophiles because “non-offending” is such a loose term. you can work with children, have children, visit schools and parks, surround yourself with children and potentially put them at risk, but that’s not wrong as long as you don’t touch.
i hate pedophiles because i had to bring my neighbor home with me, to wait for her mom to come home, because some fucker pulled up and tried to talk her into getting in his car. she was in 1st grade. broad daylight. almost ran me over making a u-turn to talk to this child. come to find out, his cars been flagged. he does this every summer.
i hate pedophiles because it breaks my heart receiving notices of sex offender moving in to the neighborhood, while living very close to three schools.
i hate pedophiles because every other day, a child in my neighborhood goes missing. guessing by my surroundings, 3 guesses where the children are.
i hate pedophiles because they think they need to be welcomed with open arms and cookies, or else they’ll offend. take responsibility for yourself. you’re an adult. you don’t need coddled just so you won’t rape a child. don’t put blame on anyone but your own twisted morals.
i hate pedophiles because they don’t think drawn/sim child porn, is child porn, and is illegal and immoral to consume. news flash; it is.
i hate pedophiles because they refuse therapy, even though it’s proven to be extremely effective. they don’t care about children, they only care about themselves and being exposed as what the world sees them as; disgusting, harmful peodophiles.
i hate pedophiles because pedophiles don’t hate pedophiles. you cling desperately to pedophilia being a sexuality(it’s not) and pedophilia not being bad(it is) and spew ‘pedophile positivity’ that just coddles these people that need help, telling them they’re ‘valid’ and ‘perfect’.
i hate pedophiles because they can’t even accept what they are. they have to hide behind ~map~ to soften the blow. cowards.
i hate pedophiles because they brainwash people into thinking pedophilia is fine uwu, pulling people with pocd in rather than encouraging people to go to therapy and get help for their intrusive thoughts.
i fucking hate pedophiles.
I hate pedophiles because they can effect how you grow up, especially when they used to be an escape from home (usually before the truth is shown)
I hate pedophiles because they can be anywhere and are able to follow you if they live close enough.
I hate parents that dont expose pedophiles and let the child(ren) be exposed for years before they do anything.
I hate pedophiles because the damage isn’y always major and no one usually cares unless you were touched. And others think you just are being unfair to adults and they claim to protect you by wanting to know every little detail about everyone you talk too.
I hate pedophiles because they make parents moniter everything (a) child(ren) does. Every little detail is monitered because anyone could be a pedophile and now the child(ren) has no privacy.
I’m going to give you the best piece of Adult Life Is Hard advice I’ve ever learned:
Talk to people when things go to shit.
I don’t just mean get it off your chest, although that’s good. I mean: Something’s wrong with your paycheck/you lost your job/you had unexpected emergency car repairs and now you’re broke so your credit card payment is late. Like, not just 15 days late. We’re talking, shit got crazy and now you’re 90 days late with compounded interest and late fees and the Minimum Payment Due is, like, $390, and you’ve got about $3.90 in your bank account. Call the credit card company.
I know it’s scary. I know you feel like you’re going to get in trouble, like you’re gong to get yelled at or scolded for not having your life together. But the credit card company isn’t your parents; they’re just interested in getting money from you. And you can’t squeeze blood from a stone or money from someone who doesn’t have any. So what you do is you call them. You explain you’re experiencing temporary financial hardships, and you’re currently unable to bring your account up to date, but you don’t want to just let it get worse. Can you maybe talk to someone about a payment plan so you can work something out? Nine times out of ten you’ll be able to negotiate something so that at least it’s not just taking a constant, giant shit on your credit score.
– Can’t pay your power bill? Call the power company.
– Can’t pay your full rent? Talk to your landlord.
– Had to go to the hospital without insurance and have giant medical bills looming in your place? Call the hospital and ask if they have someone who helps people with financial hardships. Many do.
– Got super sick and missed half a semester of class because flu/pneumonia/auto-immune problems/depressive episode? Talk to your professor. If that doesn’t help, talk to your advisor.
You may not be able to fix everything, but you’ll likely be able to make improvements. At the very least, it’s possible that they have a list of people you can contact to help you with things. (Also, don’t be afraid to google things like, “I can’t pay my power bill [state you live in]” because you’d be surprised at what turns up on Google!) But the thing is, people in these positions gain nothing if you fail. There’s no emotional satisfaction for them if your attempts at having your life together completely bite the dust. In fact, they stand to benefit if things work out for you! And chances are, they’ll be completely happy to take $20 a month from you over getting $0 a month from you, your account will be considered current because you’ve talked to them and made an agreement, you won’t get reported to a collections agency, and your credit score won’t completely tank.
Here’s some helpful tips to keep in mind:
1. Be polite. Don’t demand things; request them. Let me tell you about how customer service people hold your life in their hands and how many extra miles they’ll go for someone who is nice to them.
2. Stick to the facts, and keep them minimal unless asked for them. Chances are they’re not really interested in the details. “We had several family emergencies in a row, and now I’m having trouble making the payments” is better than “Well, two months ago my husband wrecked his bike, and then he had a reaction to the muscle relaxer they gave him, and then our dog swallowed a shoestring and we had to take him to the emergency clinic, and just last week MY car broke down, and now my account’s in the negatives and I don’t know how I’m gonna get it back out.” The person you’re talking to is aware shit happens to everyone; they don’t need the details to prove you’re somehow “worthy” of being helped. They may ask you for details at a certain point if they have to fill out any kind of request form, but let them do that.
3. Ask questions. “Is there anything we can do about X?” “Would it be possible to move my payment date to Y day instead so it’s not coming out of the same paycheck as my rent?” The answer may be “no.” That’s not a failure on your part. But a good customer service person may have an alternate solution.
Anyway! I hope that helps! Don’t just assume the answer is “no” before you’ve even begun. There is more help out there than you ever imagined.
Gen z culture is trying to explain something to your parents that you understand well and them telling you the same exact thing after they looked it up because they think you don’t know anything
If you’re bored, look this dude up. He was one of the founders of Cynic philosophy, and basically shat all over social norms. He lived and breathed Big Dick Energy doing stuff like telling people he’s a citizen of the world rather than a specific nation, rejecting the idea he had to work for a living (and devalued the idea of money…much to his banker father’s dismay), and interrupting philosophers like Socrates by doing stuff like bringing food to eat during his talks. Our Dude here was even kidnapped by pirates.
So if you ever feel pressured by arbitrary societal norms but don’t know where to start telling the norms to fuck off, read about Diogenes and be inspired.
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