- 1 week ago
I had assumed this would be common knowledge/common sense, but in case I was wrong, here is a thing you should know.
DO NOT EVER EVER EVER SEND A PHOTO OF YOURSELF WITH YOUR RESUME. I mean unless it’s a modeling job or something. But just. Don’t. Most companies have an automatic…
Yes, this. Also, if you list community involvement on your resume and said involvement gives away a protected status, generalize it without listing the part that could be problematic. I personally leave my Girl Scout Gold Award on my resume because my name isn’t ambiguous and they’re already going to assume I’m a woman (which is correct in my case) and there’s no other way to describe what I want to say. I do mask the fact that the tutoring program I volunteer with is church based. It still demonstrates my experience without opening doors I may not want opened at that stage of the process.Source: jadelyn
- 1 week ago
I’ve decided to design a line of clothing, and I’m going to call it It Has Pockets. It’s going to be a line of simple dresses and skirts and every single one will have fucking pockets.
We should be funding this
Real pockets too. Not those shallow useless pockets
Oh, and the pockets shouldn’t go all sticky-out on your hips. Like, they’d lay flat.
(via blue-author)Source: saphire-dance
- 1 month ago
EXCEPT THIS ISNT JUST A FUNNY HAHA SILLY HEADLINE GUYS
this is really important and is a really great program that teaches skills to inmates and allows them to basically receive group therapy while they are simultaneously learning a craft
IT IS ALSO REALLY RADICAL BECAUSE IT BREAKS NOT ONLY THE STEREOTYPE THAT INMATES ARE INCAPABLE OF BEING DECENT HUMAN BEINGS WHO CAN TALK OUT THEIR ISSUES AND HEAL AND BE FUNCTIONING MEMBERS OF SOCIETY BUT IT ALSO SHOWS THAT TRADITIONALLY GENDERED HOBBIES LIKE KNITTING ARENT JUST “FOR WOMEN” AND ARE ENJOYABLE FOR EVERYONE.
here is an from the above article
They started by knitting comfort dolls, which they gave to children removed from their homes because of domestic issues. Then they moved on to hats for kids at the inner-city elementary school many of the prisoners attended, Zwerling says. “If you look at them, they’re covered with tattoos, they’re rough looking, and many of the young guys don’t have all their teeth,” she says. “But it doesn’t feel rough. They’re very respectful and grateful and very happy to knit.”
THEY KNIT COMFORT ITEMS FOR ABUSED KIDS. THEY KNIT HATS FOR INNER-CITY CHILDREN.
this is a good program and i really hope that people actually look into it rather than just posting the headline and a silly image attached ok
original article - x
Seriously go read that article.
(via culturalappropriationon)Source: literarynerd
- 1 month ago
- 1 month ago
GUYS I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING
That is so adorable.
Oh honey no.
It’s finally happened
*collapses to the floor in a pile of helpless giggling*
*wipes tear from eye* The great part of this is that even if this post turns out to be a fake, someone in the world has already said it for real.
Bahahahahahahaha. Where to even begin….love the line “When people were happy with themselves”
Somebody has a very…skewed version of what it was like to be a teenager in the 90s. Um. Not really so much.
(via saveginnyfromdeanthomas)Source: theacheofmodernism
- 2 months ago
Does anybody have any long lost family? My dad found out he had another sister about 15 years ago when she was 26. It was strange finding out that i had another auntie and more cousins.
My dad then had a basterd child around 5 years ago who i only see when i bump into him and…
I might, although I don’t know them. I have a couple of relatives who have different biological fathers than the father who raised them. My dad also has some cousins that he’s been estranged from for decades and who I wouldn’t know if I met them on the street (I’m not likely to meet them on the street- I live in a different part of the country as the last place we knew where some of them lived and a different part of the state than the last place we knew where others of them lived). Also, I apparently still have cousins as close as 2nd cousins and great aunts/uncles living in Poland where my great-grandfather emigrated from during WWI. And possibly relatives of my great-great-grandfather’s second family roaming around someplace in the States (the reason my great-grandfather emigrated was to chase down his philandering father and ship him back to Poland to his first wife, i.e., my great-great-grandmother. Great-grandpa decided to stick around instead of going back to a country that was under occupation. Again).
I’m unlikely to ever meet any of these people, but given how tiny my own family is, I’m somewhat both weirded out and comforted that there’s other people with my dna roaming around out there.Source: hollydonlan
- 2 months ago
"reblog if you ever actually used a phone with a “rotary dial” on it"
Wi-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, wi-ch-ch, wi-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch……
And getting your finger caught under the metal thingy.
Ugh, the worst was when someone had multiple numbers above 5 in their phone number. It took FOREVER to dial that shit :D
My grandparents’ phone number ended in “0081.” Getting to the 1 after 0 0 8 was such a fucking relief.
So, I got the results of my sleep study back late last week and the good news is that I don’t really have sleep apnea. The diagnostic criteria is 5 or more obstructions and hour, and I had 4.5 when I wasn’t in REM sleep, and 7 per hour in REM sleep. So, that means I technically only have sleep apnea in REM sleep, at a level my doctor called “extremely mild” and therefore, I don’t have to do anything about it. It’s below the level at which treatment is even necessary. This is good. (I have refrained from saying “I told you so” to everyone who said my sleep issues were probably sleep apnea and told me I was being naive or in denial when I said I was pretty sure that I would know if I was waking up because I couldn’t breathe). She did say that if I lost weight, even the small number of partial obstructions I get (there were no full obstructions) would probably disappear completely. I told her that the only way I lose weight is if I eat less than 1000 calories per day and then I tend to gain it all back and then some, and it’s really bad for my mental health, so, uh, no. Not putting myself through that again, thank you. She backed off some after that. I’ll take it.
I do, however, move a lot in my sleep. Apparently, my brain is completely asleep while I’m flopping around, so it’s more of a problem for anyone sharing a bed with me than it is for me, but given that I’ve injured myself in my sleep (I separated my shoulder once and I’ve thrown out my back) and given that restless legs seem to be part of the cause of my insomnia (ADHD and anxiety are probably the rest of it. My brain is just too busy) and since I apparently was moving during REM sleep, which is not supposed to happen, I got the diagnosis of Restless Legs Syndrome and a minor REM sleep disorder. Since I did not do at all well on the medication they usually use for RLS and since the other medications for RLS are in the same class (they work through different muscle pathways, but they work the same on the brain), we are trying a very low dose of Ativan/lorazepam to see if that will do the trick. Apparently, that’s the second line treatment. It seems to be working in some fashion- there is a lot more sleeping space around the restless moments that my fitbit is capturing, even if I don’t seem to be averaging more sleep than before (I think it’s because the insomnia is particularly bad at the moment for some reason. I’d blame jet lag, but I’ve been home from Colorado for a week now). So, we’ll see. It’s making me groggy in the morning, but I’m hoping I’ll adjust.
So, that is the sleep issues. Fortunately, it seems like they will require less maneuvering around than the food issues (which are being problematic, but I’m really too tired to explain and deal with it at the moment). The exercise is going fine, although I’m really hoping it cools off this weekend so I can go walk/run outside. It’s much, much too humid for me to do much of anything outside right now, even early in the morning when it’s still pretty cool. Too hard to breathe.