one of the servers at the restaurant i work at received this as their “tip” today. she came into the break room and began to sob, because servers get paid so little and they are completely dependent upon the tips that they make a living. servers make, usually, 2.35 an hour plus tips. leaving this for someone is cruel and unfair. leaving this for someone doesn’t make them a better person, it makes them unable to pay for their rent. DO NOT TIP YOUR SERVERS WITH ANYTHING LIKE THIS. IT IS EXTREMELY HARMFUL.
wtf? Why isn’t their boss paying them?!
Depressingly in the US, servers are exempt from Minimum Wage laws so it seems, which allows the to be paid less, as the assumption is that they will be tipped. This is a horrible system that leaves honest, hard working people at the mercy of others to even survive.
I used to host and cook at a restaurant and one day a group came in and used our party room. Their bill was almost $300 and they didn’t leave a tip at all.
When we realized what happened it was too late and the girl who was serving them literally sat on the floor and started to cry. She was a second year college student who had 3 jobs and still had trouble paying her bills.
YOU NEED TO TIP YOUR SEVERS!
God shit like this is disgusting :/ I tip as much as I can, whenever I can. And if I honestly cannot afford the 20%, I at least try my hardest to let my server know how much I appreciate the hard work. I’ve even drawn for them before.
I remember one time, my friends and I went out to eat. At the end of our meal, my friend/sister’s boyfriend tipped the waiter $50. We watched as he took the tip (wide eyed of course), went to talk to his manager, came back to look at us, and went back to the manager again. Only to come back a second time, nearly on his knees to thank us. If that doesn’t say a lot, I don’t know what does.
I will yell at you until you cry if you ever pull crap like this in front of me
If you leave something like this for a server instead of an actual tip: the answer to the “trillion dollar question” for you is: You will go to hell when you die.
there are also establishments that POOL the tips received by their workers and divide them at the end of the week, it worked that way a couple places I worked/trained
so sometimes if you don’t tip, you’re screwing over multiple workers
Yeah, did you think entertainers were KIDDING when they said to people back in the day to tip your server?
My sister and my brother-in-law refuse to believe that Pansexuality is real and they laugh whenever the word is brought up. I’m fed up of it and I hate that they can’t accept that it’s a thing.
No matter what it will always be real no matter what people think.
i’ve been feeling rly sluggish and a little down, so just to motivate myself and remind myself
Real Christians aren’t assholes
In High School I had a friend who was super religious, her whole family was. Despite this, she was pro-marriage equality, pro-choice, and never once tried to convert me or make me feel bad about my own religious decisions (I was and still am an agnostic). She was always kind, and treated everyone with respect, regardless of race, religion, or orientation. For her the heart and soul of being a Christian was to love others and treat others with dignity. She was a real Christian.
Take everything you know and imagine about Freddie Mercury: the iconic British rock star, the philandering partier, the serial maker of testosteroned-anthems, and flip it around to something less familiar: Farrokh Bulsara, a demure, bucktoothed Indian boy in a Bombay boarding school, listening to Lata Mangeshkar, playing cricket.
Curiously enough, the one thing Freddie Mercury was never asked, nor spoke openly about, was his Indianness. […] There were no Indian rock stars in England, sure. But there were also no Indian rock stars in India. Or Tanzania. Let alone gay, Indian, Parsi, third-culture-kid rock stars in either India, England, or Tanzania.
Freddie could not refer to any identity or trajectory other than his own. It is clear from interviews with his family and friends that he was not self-hating, not the type to try hard to be “white-washed.” His silence or dismissal about his cultural background—and one so formative and dramatically different than British life at that—can be interpreted as a political and social symptom of his time:
Freddie lived in the same Britain that has given the world its Victorian feelings about desire, sex and gender. Perhaps he rejected British Victorian taste at the same time he rejected his Indian Africaness. Even American liberal Lester Bangs was made uncomfortable by Mercury’s bare chest. What we call ‘queer’ now with feelings of empowerment, then, was still scary and threatening even on the music scene. Did he consider himself British? Or like Bowie who came after, an alien altogether?
[…] But this is the Freddie we all know: Take, for example, September 1978—his prime. He was handsome, with an angular though slightly bovine jaw, and vaguely ethnic features. Even as someone unfortunate enough to have never witnessed his performative tenacity in real life, the visual archives of Freddie Mercury make certain things apparent: he was magical, soft-spoken, and—to complicate and contribute to his paradoxical bustle—clear that he was the toughest, coolest queen the world had ever seen, whose work, as effeminate and genderbending as it was, is still considered pretty manly today. V.S. Naipaul once said: “write every book as though it is your last.” Freddie, with vatic intuition, took a page out of that book, and sang every song with the same sentiment. It is universally agreed upon—I think—that it is seldom one finds artists who exalt both abandon and irony as debonairly as he.
Despite the fact that he seemed to dismiss categories, reject a slew of social norms, he was ironically, a creature of caricature, of extremity, and high-Victorian causticity: “There’s no half measures with me,” Freddie said in one of his last interviews, unintentionally referencing an apt musical notation. From the dramatic flippancy of his costumes, to his 8-octave baritone perusing vocal extremes with relative abandon, to the fact that he—without doubt, and to the agreement of nearly everyone who lived in his era—defined what it meant to “party like a rock star, “ Freddie was not one for subtlety when it came to his artistic tastes.
And it is also possible that Freddie was not “stuck” in multiple worlds—though he was rejected from most— but liberated. And maybe he had the right idea about culture—that he was not Indian, Zoroastrian, British, or Zanzibarian—but quite simply, he was all that became of his passion: just rock ‘n’ roll.
From “Freddie Mercury: Out on Stage, Brown in the Closet,” by Janaki Challa at Brown Town Magazine
- TERF: we are here to abolish the genders
- Feminist: oh, so we won't use gendered pronouns anymore?
- TERF: no keep those
- Feminist: gendered clothing?
- TERF: no thats ok
- Feminist: segregated bathrooms?
- TERF: no those are important
- Feminist: so we're going to do something about the gender binary, yeah? We're going to attack the idea that gender is intrinsically linked to one's anatomy, and we're going to boost the visibility of trans and intersex people, who face the most violent consequences of the sex and gender binaries - yes?
- TERF: no
- Feminist: then what are you going to do, exactly? What is your plan? How are you going to accomplish this?
- TERF: abolish gender
- Feminist: How?
- TERF: abolish it
- Turn on the lights. Having everything lit up can help boost your mood, and lamps are often used to treat SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder)
- Citruses have high levels of vitamin C, which increase dopamine levels in your brain. Dopamine is one of your “feel-good” chemicals Also, they have high levels of vitamin D, which has been shown to be lacking in people with depression.
- Spinach has lots of folic acid, which helps produce serotonin in your brain, another “happy” endorphin.
- Red peppers contain lots of vitamin C.
- Walnuts, salmon, and mackerel all have lots of Omega-3. A lack of Omega-3 has been tied to depression.
- Water. Yep, just water. 60-70% of your body is water, and when you’re dehydrated, it takes a big toll on your health- including your mental health
- Dark chocolate can raise serotonin levels and has lots of natural stimulants.
- Whole wheat foods have complex carbohydrates, which can increase serotonin levels.
- Popcorn also has these carbohydrates that help your serotonin,
- Most importantly, sleep. You know how if you don’t get enough sleep, you feel grumpy? Well, if you’re seriously lacking in snooze time, you feel depressed. Your body needs that time to recharge! Try to get at least 8 hours a night, or more if you feel groggy when you wake up.
…and still take your medication because you have a major brain disease, not a mild hangover.
"What were you wearing?"
I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”
I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.
Punch him in the neck next time and tell him “don’t show your neck around me or I’ll just go right ahead and keep punching you there.”At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”— Try not to cry yourself to sleep over losing the company and comradery of such a fine, compulsive-unzipper specimen.