our baby is teething and has silent reflux and we need meds for her pain and stomach and our paychecks won’t be here til September 7. my partner has something seriously wrong with their neck and has been steadily increasing in pain for weeks to the point where they cannot easily pick up our child and I cannot stand to see them in pain like this.
please help us.
paypal is: gilted.lavendel@gmail.com
squarecash: eattherichh
venmo: neoliberalismkills
please reblog this - it just takes a second and helps us out immensely.
Am I even allowed to be upset when someone promises to do something for me, yet I know it won’t actually happen? When I actually tell them that it won’t actually happen, and I turn out to be right?
It’s like, yeah, sure, I knew it wouldn’t happen, but couldn’t you at least have had the common courtesy not to promise that you’d carry through with it, so that I wouldn’t feel like shit over it not happening?
Why even bother? What’s the point? I really just don’t get it.
Probably one of the more dehumanizing aspects of food service is that people think common respect/courtesy are only required if you’re buying something, and then only as part of a script.
Like, if I’m working a station, and someone comes up and they’re not sure whether or not they’re going to buy anything, I say hello (as I do to the people who are sure). They will literally look up, meaning they heard me, say nothing, and then look back down. If they decide they don’t want anything, they’ll just walk away without saying anything at all.
In the same vein, the whole scripting thing is bizarre. People will walk up and say some variation of “Hey, how are you,” and then continue to give their order so close on the heels of the question that it actually would have been impossible to answer.
It’s fine, I guess. There are some alright people.
but hey, guess who (surprise) needs your help again!
so for a very quick rundown on my situation for those of u who don’t know: I escaped a very physically/emotionally abusive relationship and ran away to Arizona to crash at my grandma’s house until such a time as I am back on my feet
AND it’s going very well, I got this bitchin new job where I make captions for phone calls for deaf n hard-of-hearing people BUT I don’t get my first check till the 22nd
I need money for food and a bus pass so that I only have to walk 2 miles to work n not 5 which, now that the heat is in the 100s, is a lifesaver lemme tell u
I don’t know how to explain how I ended up here. I just don’t know. When I was young, I thought I was going to be a dancer. But realistically, I can’t be a dancer. I was a fabric designer for a long time, but I hated that industry. I think that, unfortunately, the fact that I have been here as long as I have is not as much a testament to the quality of the job as it is to my complacency. I mean, this job is only meaningful to someone who really needs my assistance. I don’t think that in the larger scheme of things being a salesperson has any meaning at all. And I think I’m a little stuck here because it’s not an uncomfortable place to be, but it’s not the place I want to be, either.
from the account of Alex Cho, Hat Salesperson, contained in Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs at the Turn of the Millennium (2000)
This low-level bickering surprised Laing, but after his arrival at the apartment building he soon recognized the extraordinary number of thinly veiled antagonisms around him. The high-rise had a second life of its own. The talk at Alice’s party moved on two levels–never far below the froth of professional gossip was a hard mantle of personal rivalry. At times he felt that they were all waiting for someone to make a serious mistake.
