I did some test prints of my Yuri on Ice fan art today after work… And though my blush is burned on from a broker walking in on me laying them out for the photo (and then calling his associate over to come see them), I’m really pleased with how they turned out! I may be getting the hang of color settings for print… Yay!

White collar office workers looking down on minimum wage fast food workers…

haveievermentioned:

inquisitorhotpants:

thepeoplesfriend:

punlich:

telegantmess:

blue-author:

You go into your job, you piddle around getting coffee and getting “set up” every morning when you’re on the clock, you spend an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon on Facebook, you mess around on the internet in between that, and you have a custodial staff cleaning up after you.

You don’t have to do the cleaning yourself. You don’t have bosses telling you “If you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean.” You have time to lean. You lean on your desk during the mid-afternoon slump and no one says anything except to remark on how many hours you have to go. You lean on your friend’s cubicle wall while you talk about the big game or your guild raid or who said what about whom on TV last night. Sure, if you do that too often or too obviously, someone will say something, but the mere fact that conversation happens isn’t automatically taken as a red flag that someone is stealing time from The Company.

You might have to kiss up to the boss or a touring client from time to time, but mostly, you don’t have to provide service with a smile or anything like that. You don’t have to smile and speak cheerfully and politely to customers who are making your job difficult by their apathy, entitlement, and disrespect. You can sit there and grimace and sneer and roll your eyes at the computer monitor, muttering under your breath (or speaking out loud to your neighbors) about what a live one you’re dealing with as you type out your considered and professional reply. Whatever your job is, you’re just expected to do it, not do it and perform the emotional labor of a continuous mask of unflappable perkiness.

Your schedule is not a weekly guessing game. It’s not set by someone playing chicken with the part-time/full-time boundary. You aren’t expected to come in before your shift to get everything set up or stay after you’ve clocked out in order to clean everything up for tomorrow. You don’t live in a state of constant tension between the fact that you don’t make enough money even with the hours they deign to give you and the fact that they give you hours designed to ensure you can’t have any life or commitments outside the job.

White collar workers are paid with the expectation that they will have done their jobs within the time that they spend in the office, not that they will have worked a solid 8 or 10 hours the entire time they were on the clock.

Minimum wage workers are treated like if they aren’t performing two or three jobs the entire time they’re on the clocks, they’re stealing their wages.

Source: I have worked white collar office jobs, and listened to my friends who have worked minimum wage service jobs. I could probably still do the former, if I hadn’t transitioned and if transportation weren’t an issue. I know for a fact I could not do the latter.

I have worked both types of jobs and this is very accurate.

even the micromanaged white collar jobs are still less intensely policed than minimum wage jobs.

To every fucking Desk Jockey calling fast food workers “Burger Flippers”

I’ve done both this summer and it was super odd to have my “career path” job being something I could read every single new York Times op-ed over the course of while I had to be on basically constantly for my 9 an hour fake job

When IT works well, you have a lot of time to fuck around. If you’re good at your job, you have a lot of time to fuck around.

I came home from my fast food job FUCKING EXHAUSTED every fucking night. There was no standing around. There was no posting on LJ. I had more free time in the office IN THE MARINES than I did working fast food.

People who call fast food workers “lazy burger flippers” around me get an earful, because that is some bulllllllshit.

I’ve done food and retail, currently working white collar.

Yeah. Food workers are NOT lazy.

sahdirah:

mm-imagerie:

do-you-have-a-flag:

technology related sensory memories from my childhood

  • sliding the metal cover on floppy disks
  • the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes
  • ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper 
  • rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo

The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint

Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked

The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass

The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover

The sound effects in kidpix

Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands

…God, it is so weird these things aren’t around any more. Cause it’s true, the sensations are so distinct. It’s bizarre to think about missing these tiny relics.