This is what happens when Kenzi wants to play, but Pebbles wants to sleep.
Dinner! I couldn’t really decide on what to make because I was craving random things so I just made them all!
New York strip steak, Parmesan pesto pasta, cheesy scalloped potatoes, and steamed veggies.
I coin sliced potatoes to make scalloped potatoes. I was lining the coins in a pan and my dad came by, laughed and said I was a casino dealer, handling them like poker chips lol
OH MY GOD one of our tigers did this (and it isn’t stuck on his head; one of the keepers went in to see if he needed help and he undid this and redid it on his own a few times) but oh my god hE’S PRETENDING TO BE A LION IM GONNA DIE
this needs to be in every art history books in 10 years
Duke of Darkness - Eligos
He’s a demon training me in his dark arts =] Check us out in the last pic laying the smackdown on an Avion.
This is the samsung building in Mauldin, SC. It is owned by Samsung but operated by Alorica. It operates as a call center primarily and I a few months ago relocated to south carolina for a job there. I worked two whole days of training before the shit went down.
Before I get into what happened to me here is a bit of back story. I am a transwoman and have been transitioning on hormones for 2 years now. They knew I was a transwoman upon hiring me and I made sure of it. Now we get onto what went down my second day of training.
I walked into the training room as I had the previous day and class was going as it had the first day. We get released for lunch and I grab a bite to eat from my car, use the restroom, and sit back in class. Class starts back up again and for the first 20 minutes it was okay. Suddenly I get pulled out of the class by the head trainer and The head of human resources. This is where everything goes horribly wrong.
The Head of human resources informs me that they saw me use the womens restroom (I identify as a woman and it IS the appropriate restroom for me to use) I am now informed by her that I am no longer allowed to use the womens rest room. In her EXACT words she tells me this “There are a lot of issues with allowing you to use the womens restroom, primarily we don’t want anyone yelling rape, so understand that you now have to use the mens restroom" I stand there, shocked, and ask if there is a private restroom I could use instead seeing as I do NOT want to put my well being at risk. They swiftly tell me, no. I am then told that I have to be addressed by my legal name from then on and they can’t use my preferred name. I must also now dress by the mens dress code and cease the way I was currently dressing.
I head back into class, now shaking violently after all of this. I pull the instructor aside and tell him I was informed of an emergency to excuse myself from class and head home. I have a complete breakdown and can no longer show up to the job.
I talk to a few lawyers and no one wants to take the case even though what they did violated the law big time. I eventually filed a report with the EEOC (equal employment opportunity commission) which tells me that what they did was a clear violation of my rights. Sadly 4 months later, I have heard NOTHING back from them.
Since I see them never being held accountable for the shit they put me though I decided to post this here. I know 2 other people who have gone through the same thing at this facility previously and I don’t want anyone to have to go through this again.
This makes me sick to my stomach.
this shit is never not funny
The powers that be do not want me to have a good night.
Man, let’s say you’re at a party, yeah? And there are people at the party that prefer cake, and people at the party who prefer pie, so the host serves both. Alright, cool.
So you go in for a slice of pie, when suddenly the host CHARGES over and goes “WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
“I’m having some pie, man, chill.”
“What the hell? I thought you had cake last time.”
“Yeah, I did have cake last time. But I’m not feeling the cake tonight. And this is my favorite kind of pie.”
“Ohhh no. I thought you were a CAKE person and now all of a sudden you’re eating pie on me? You’re confusing me! Make up your mind!”
“What’s the big deal, even? There’s plenty of both for everyone.”
“YOU CAN’T LIKE BOTH CAKE AND PIE. YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE.”
But man, fuck that guy, I’m going to have the pie anyway, who cares if I had cake last week.
And then if that pie is so good that I never want any other dessert for the rest of my life, that doesn’t mean I suddenly never liked that cake that I ate.
Actually this metaphor is kind of dumb. I guess I should just leave it at “fuck you.”
No, it’s sweet. In fact, it’s a lovely springboard for the rest of the sexualities. For instance, asexuality:
You’re enjoying the party - the music, the conversation - but you just don’t feel like eating cake or pie.
Suddenly, the host charges over with some cake he’s sure you’ll love. He knows this cake. It’s not too rich and not too dry. You politely refuse.
The party keeps going until the host comes back with a slice of pie, practically shoving it in your hands. You try to refuse again.
"Oh come on, what do you want?"
"Nothing, I’m fine."
"Are you on a diet?"
"No, I just don’t eat pie. Or cake."
"…you had a bad experience with dessert, didn’t you?"
"Forgive me if I’m getting too personal, but it had to be something traumatic. Did someone spike a baked good of whatever construction with a laxative?"
"Fuck no. I just have no desire to eat dessert. I’m sure your pies, cakes, muffins, cookies, waffles, wafers, Nutella sandwiches, what have you…I’m sure they are all lovely. Please, serve them to any and all who would consume them. I’m not one of them. Is that really so hard to comprehend?"
"…you just haven’t found the right one."
remember when this didn’t have 60k notes