I'm already socially awkward, why is the job application and interview process a minefield of potential social mistakes with unclear and ever changing expectations?
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I'm already socially awkward, why is the job application and interview process a minefield of potential social mistakes with unclear and ever changing expectations?

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I can't believe I miss when ads for mobile games were just misleading. I hate the annoying, creepy ai in ads now
It's a little insulting that my mother *still* doesn't know my size after all these years, and consistently buys me a medium in shirts when a small will fucking fit me. She claims she doesn't think I'm "big" but and that I just prefer a tighter fit than she does, but if she knows I usually like a tighter fit, why is she still buying the medium and being worried the medium won't fit? Her words this time were "this should fit, right? the small seemed really small and the large was huge". Does she think I'm squeezing into tiny sizes to be a slut or something? I'm actually pretty small, I just have tits and an ass.
I tried on the medium. Thankfully it's not too big in a way that looks funny, it is comfy and I do like it, but I made a point to show her and she said "perfect! even a little big" all surprised. And granted I didn't see the shirts because they went out without me, but the difference between sizes is rarely very big when it's one size up/down so the small would probably fit because the shirt is meant to be loose
I was wondering why this was bothering me so much/why I'm being so sensitive about this, and then I remembered that my grandma did something worse but similar to my mom with offering her something that was not her size (too big) and the comments she made when my mom said it wasn't her size. She's nowhere near as bad as her own mom, but my mother is definitely repeating the cycle with me and I don't think she even realizes it
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It's a little insulting that my mother *still* doesn't know my size after all these years, and consistently buys me a medium in shirts when a small will fucking fit me. She claims she doesn't think I'm "big" but and that I just prefer a tighter fit than she does, but if she knows I usually like a tighter fit, why is she still buying the medium and being worried the medium won't fit? Her words this time were "this should fit, right? the small seemed really small and the large was huge". Does she think I'm squeezing into tiny sizes to be a slut or something? I'm actually pretty small, I just have tits and an ass.
I tried on the medium. Thankfully it's not too big in a way that looks funny, it is comfy and I do like it, but I made a point to show her and she said "perfect! even a little big" all surprised. And granted I didn't see the shirts because they went out without me, but the difference between sizes is rarely very big when it's one size up/down so the small would probably fit because the shirt is meant to be loose
What the hell do you do when your mom acknowledges your trauma, but also kind of minimizes it?
that is the face of a man worried he will be next
Good news, he was not next! In fact, she accepted him as her mate, he learned the crane mating dance and now every year, he artificially inseminates her with crane semen to expand the very endangered crane population. True story.
Sorry, he WHAT? Imagine being this man's boss and having to sit him down like. Listen. Brian. We need you to fuck the bird. You have to act like you're excited about it.
crane husband.....
this is the diametric opposite of all those awful swan wife stories and i love it.
(WalWaPo makes you jump through like three separate hoops before you can read the article, so I will share some of the highlights:
Walnut was born in a species-recovery breeding program in the 1980′s. The program had crane chicks hand-raised by human volunteers, and at that time they did not fully understand the measures necessary make sure that the chicks do not imprint on humans and retain their identity as cranes.
As a result, her keepers believe, Walnut does not recognize other cranes as members of her own species.
It has not been proven that Walnut killed her previous suitors; however, there is a persistent rumor in the white-naped-crane-conservation community that she did.
Because this species is highly endangered, and the gene pool of the captive population is small, it’s pretty important for the survival of her species that Walnut A) mate, and B) not kill a bunch of other cranes.
The actual name of the keeper is Chris Crowe.
They both arrived at the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute in 2004.
Walnut immediately began paying special attention to Chris--and ignoring the eligible male crane in a nearby enclosure.
Walnut initiated their courtship, performing the opening moves of a mating dance.
Chris realized that if he reciprocated the mating dance, it might be possible to artificially inseminate Walnut with her participation and consent. (The process normally involves restraining the bird.)
It worked!
Chris and Walnut have had five children, who were raised by other crane couples at the facility--sometimes the biological dad and his mate--both because it’s unclear whether Walnut would accept the chicks as her own, and because Chris is not equipped to be a Crane Dad.
However, the Institute provides her with artificial eggs to sit on, and Chris takes his turn looking after them. (This would not work with real eggs because he can’t sit on them properly, but Walnut seems to feel that he is on the job if he just stands over them.)
Chris accepts that he is pretty much married to this bird. White-naped cranes live to be about 60, and they mate for life, so he knows he can’t retire while Walnut is alive. (At the time of the article, Walnut was 36, and Chris 42.)
Legit cannot pick the funniest part of this
she has not been PROVEN to have killed her exes, but there is a PERSISTENT RUMOR (really officers she's simply DEVASTATED, she sobs, wearing a new feather boa unfortunately resembling her most recent deceased husband)
His name is Chris CROWE. (Mrs. Walnut Crane-Crowe?)
the mental images of a whole human man learning and performing the crane mating dance, and "sitting" on artificial eggs so she thinks he's performing his duties as a husband and father (and apparently OBJECTS if he does not?)
"chris, buddy, you gotta marry the possibly-murderous crane lady for the GOOD OF THE SPECIES." (alternately: "chris, my man! good news! we found you a very interested lady! She's 36, she's very spirited and independent, she holds a very important and rare status in her society! ...Is there a downside? WELL...")
chris sits any potential human partners down, like "my love, you must understand before we wed,,, i am already... Attached" (camera drifts wistfully to the above photo) "Lady Walnut and I have an,, Understanding... the relationship is open, but very committed"
just had to explain this post to my father bc he thought my stifled laughter was a signal of illness.
well done, everyone, good game. hit the showers.
Not only is he 'married' to walnut, this has apparently happened SEVERAL times, so he has MULTIPLE crane wives, none of which know about any of his other crane wives. This man is, for some unknown reason, irresistible to cranes
the “this content has been removed for violating Tumblr’s Community Guidelines” notice really adds a lot of flavor to this post and somehow makes it MORE obscene than whatever that actually was
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I regret being the bearer of bad news, but I thought it should be shared that Walnut passed away in January of this year (2024). There's a lot of mixed info about the lifespan of cranes (due to people misunderstanding what a median is...) but the average for most species I know of is 20-30 years (in the wild if nothing eats them/they don't die young), and 30-45 in captivity, with the oldest known white-naped crane having loved to be 46. Given that she was 42, this old gal did good, and I'm certain she will be missed by folks here.
Fly on forever Walnut Crane-Crowe
Why are whote people obsessed with ranch it's disgusting
I think for me one of the most frustrating things about going through an extended period (7+ months) of a difficult time, is that no one wants to be the negative friend or the friend who's always complaining. I'm actively trying to make my life better in the ways that I can control. I've tried to talk to my parents about things that bother me, and they just don't get it. Or they say supportive things that turn out to be empty words when their actions don't change. I'm working on getting a job, but the job market is brutal, and even better candidates than me are finding it very hard to get a job. I'm doing the right things and my daily life is still shit. It feels like I'm being punished. I'm exhausted

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anybody else get more spam calls when applying for a lot of jobs
I need a job so I need to start applying a lot to try and get something, but oh my god applying is so goddamn exhausting and you don't get a lot back for the sheer amount of work you have to put in tailoring each application
hey so do entry level jobs exist anymore? because even when searching using entry level filters lots and lots of jobs are wanting 2+ years of experience in a specific field
I need a job so I need to start applying a lot to try and get something, but oh my god applying is so goddamn exhausting and you don't get a lot back for the sheer amount of work you have to put in tailoring each application
My grandparents are coming over monday and it means that not only will I probably get questions/comments about the job search (they fundamentally do not understand how bad it is rn) and potentially about getting my license (not a priority rn), but I also have to at least help clean the house, and given how little my dad can do and how often my mom doesn't feel well, I'm sure most of it will fall to me. Nevermind the fact that I'm sad because I was rejected from a job I tried really hard for, or that I'm burnt out. Being the only able-bodied person in a house sucks. Especially when you're already the eldest daughter and the responsible one, yet somehow no one's favorite
Wait let me be fair: I am the cat's favorite
My grandparents are coming over monday and it means that not only will I probably get questions/comments about the job search (they fundamentally do not understand how bad it is rn) and potentially about getting my license (not a priority rn), but I also have to at least help clean the house, and given how little my dad can do and how often my mom doesn't feel well, I'm sure most of it will fall to me. Nevermind the fact that I'm sad because I was rejected from a job I tried really hard for, or that I'm burnt out. Being the only able-bodied person in a house sucks. Especially when you're already the eldest daughter and the responsible one, yet somehow no one's favorite

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Getting a job rejection and then spiraling on a friday sucks. I feel like I need to rush and apply more, so I'd feel guilty not doing anything over the weekend, but also taking the weekend to try and relax would be good for me and totally fine because nobody's going to hire me over the weekend anyway because they ain't at work
But also, I can't relax because I have no money
Also tbh I really want to dye my hair to take back some control, but again: no money
Job hunting also always reminds me how much I hate that my first name is Samantha, but I do genuinely love going by Sammi, so I don't know if it's worth it to legally change my name because I don't know that people would take me seriously/believe my legal name being Sammi
Getting a job rejection and then spiraling on a friday sucks. I feel like I need to rush and apply more, so I'd feel guilty not doing anything over the weekend, but also taking the weekend to try and relax would be good for me and totally fine because nobody's going to hire me over the weekend anyway because they ain't at work
But also, I can't relax because I have no money