Salute

You know what’s funny about languages? That you have a different voice for each one you speak.

having a permanent full time job is you thinking to yourself “so this is really the rest of my life huh” as you come home every single day before using your 4 hours of recreational activity to do nothing and then going to bed

#science tumblr to save the day from inaccuracies

#THAT’S WORSE

They are called nematocysts. They are what make box jellies and other fun lil critters so dangerous, because without these wee little daggers, the venom would have no way to get into your skin. And yet something as thin as nylon stockings or pantyhose is enough to protect you, they are so small. So if you’re scared of jellyfish? Wear sexy sheer undergarments into the sea like the regal creature you are.

I’m going to reblog this again because that is some of the best advice I have ever gotten on this blog.

So a friend of mine told me how yesterday his coworker died on the way to work due to speeding and crossed a red light (she was late for the third time, so I’m guessing she was trying to avoid a write up). As soon as she crossed the light she was hit on the drivers side by a semi. The messed up part is that in less than an hour her table was cleared for a new worker. In less than 4 hours they had sent out the news that they are hiring. By the end of the day the hiring manager had contacted 4 people for an interview. Moral of the story is, these jobs don’t care about your ass. They will replace you in a snap. Don’t risk or waste your life trying to go above and beyond for a job that could care less about your wellbeing.

I always say this. The job stays and you Go.

Bet your ass I reblog this.

2 of my bosses told me specifically that my job is just a job and that anyone could have it and the position can be replaced by any person, but that I myself, will never be replaceable and to never endanger myself just for this job. And I think that spoke volumes to me about speeding to get to work and about rushing through the dangerous parts of my job. This is the other side of the same conversation. But it’s worth hearing.

it’s past fucking midnight and my grandmother got up and keeps loudly tearing paper right next to my room

by the way the reason there’s paper tearing is because she reads books by fucking tearing them apart page by page as she moves through them instead of just flipping the pages like a normal human

dude