My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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“That’s
perfectly fine,” Skip coached softly as he extended his own slender
hands towards theirs and gently clasped them into his, he rubbed the
tops of their hands slowly and soothingly as he continued to speak
quietly. “Now, tell me.. Do you have a happy place? I have a
happy place, and it all starts and ends with your eyes and lips.” He
hummed sweetly, his rubbing motions repeating over and beginning their
work of hypnotism. “Wow, your heart rate is pretty high huh? Relax, take
a deep breath..”

The other scientists were quietly doing work, but some of them were curiously listening in, wondering what would happen as Lore took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh through their noise.

A couple of the scientists wondered if Skip was flirting. The quip about Lore’s eyes and lips? It seemed a little weird.

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Watch: It’s your right to share your salary, not doing so could be holding you back.

At my last company, one day someone in accounting approached me at lunch and quietly told me I need to ask for a raise because I was way underpaid.

They gave me a number to shoot for.  It was about twice than what I had been making at the time.

So I went online, did some research, found some figures backing up my claim, put it all together and went to my boss.

I got what I asked for.

If it hadn’t been for that person in accounting telling me I was way underpaid, I’d have never known.  I went from barely scraping by to being able to have a savings account and getting all my debts paid thanks to them.

You should at least check sites like salary.com to start the process of seeing what you should be making.

Because this is crucially important

Except for the fact that 90% of the time you are under contract not to talk about your salary otherwise the company can sue you. Every job I’ve had I’ve had to sign that I won’t discuss my pay with other employees otherwise my employment is terminated and the company will take legal action. 

It’s actually illegal for companies to forbid wage discussion, they’re just counting on you not knowing your rights.

Important

Fuck.

If you scrolled right past this – GO THE FUCK BACK UP – this is a huge PSA

jfc I’ll be having some words with some folks

It is illegal to pay people differently for the same work at the same level just because of ethnicity or gender. It has been for like fifty years now. Which is why they put a line in your contract that you’re not allowed to talk about your salary, so nobody can put together a case to sue them for the huge wage discrimination going on. But guess what? That line in the contract is also super illegal, so talk freely, compare notes, and sue to fucking pants off your boss if they object.

Other then the wage gap bullshit, most of the information here is legit

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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So
with that, the other gave a smile and went off to give a lengthy call
to the man he had meant to cancel plans with. He couldn’t have felt
cheaper as he called in and tapped his foot against the wall, he blushed
in embarrassment as he did so. Watching the other scientists made him
hungry just thinking about dinner.

Carlos went to his meeting with the Literal Rock Band and they discussed, among other things, the band’s habit of eating on stage. He wasn’t sure how they managed it, but chicken bones and soda cans would be left on the stage by them and the hosts at the theaters weren’t very happy about it. If they wanted to keep going with their gigs, they needed to clean up their act. Literally. They were young rocks, but Carlos thought that he was getting through to them.

It was an unestablished time that Skip began to grow lonely and hungry, adding up to be a dangerous vampire. Neurally, he headed towards a bundle of scientists and perked up. “Hi! My name’s Skip! May I ask for one of your hands?” He asked the group, glancing around.

One of the scientists didn’t even look up as they were so engrossed with their current analysis. But a the other scientists glanced at Skip with a confused look. “Um… why?” asked one of the scientists. “Do you need something?”

“I thought the show wasn’t until later,” a different scientist asked.

“Sure it is, but I’m sure you’ve all heard of a warm up.” Skip had heard of scientists being dorks, but he hadn’t heard of them being so unwilling and possibly stuck up. “I can’t exactly do this on myself,”

“Oh, I can help!” a smaller scientist with purple hair exclaimed. They quickly bagged up their samples and tried to yank off their gloves, though they struggled with one of them since they were going so fast. “Sorry – gimme a second!”

“Lore, make sure you wash and change your coat,” one of the other scientists told them. “You don’t want to accidentally contaminate him with… um…”

“With my samples from the
B͡r̶o҉w҉n ̵S̨ton̨e Spi͏r͝ȩ

, got it!” Lore said and they rushed off to the wash station

Skip watched them go off with their bit of excitement, he was too was eager about his warm up but was also rather inspired by their energy.

This made him hungrier.

Lore took off their labcoat and threw it in the hamper for decontamination and washed their hands and face, practically buzzing with energy. They were really excited to see the hypnotism show later, so of course they jumped at the chance to help.

After their hands were washed, Lore took a fresh lab coat from the closet and put it on. They pat their poofy hair (Poof!) and came back with a wide smile on their face.

Skip smiled back and held his hand out for them to take, his voice soft and coaxing like any good vampire would do. “Any part of your body will do, this should be pretty cool for you huh? You look excited, don’t worry I won’t make you do anything awful..”

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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Skip
smiled back and held his hand out for them to take, his voice soft and
coaxing like any good vampire would do. “Any part of your body will do,
this should be pretty cool for you huh? You look excited, don’t worry I
won’t make you do anything awful..”

“Okay,” Lore said, still smiling at Skip. “So… just hold out my hand like this?” they asked as they raised their hand, their palm facing downward.

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Carlos just kept smiling. “Sure thing, hon – I’ll absolutely go with
you. You worked hard at mayoring today, so you deserve to take it easy.”
It was a quip, but a little one. Carlos knew that Hancock did do actual
work as a mayor, he was just teasing.

A snort escaped the ghoul and he pulled back to peck Carlos on the lips then stretched before sliding off of his lap to head to his room instead. “Mayoring, huh? Well I think you worked pretty hard at sciencing today and also deserve a break, so come on, ya big goof.”

Carlos got up after him and followed, reaching ahead to take his hand.

“’And here, we see the Big Goof herding her young Goof to the nest’,” Carlos narrated, grinning cheekily. “’There they will get some much needed rest and bask in each other’s company. Tomorrow is a new day.’”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

So
with that, the other gave a smile and went off to give a lengthy call
to the man he had meant to cancel plans with. He couldn’t have felt
cheaper as he called in and tapped his foot against the wall, he blushed
in embarrassment as he did so. Watching the other scientists made him
hungry just thinking about dinner.

Carlos went to his meeting with the Literal Rock Band and they discussed, among other things, the band’s habit of eating on stage. He wasn’t sure how they managed it, but chicken bones and soda cans would be left on the stage by them and the hosts at the theaters weren’t very happy about it. If they wanted to keep going with their gigs, they needed to clean up their act. Literally. They were young rocks, but Carlos thought that he was getting through to them.

It was an unestablished time that Skip began to grow lonely and hungry, adding up to be a dangerous vampire. Neurally, he headed towards a bundle of scientists and perked up. “Hi! My name’s Skip! May I ask for one of your hands?” He asked the group, glancing around.

One of the scientists didn’t even look up as they were so engrossed with their current analysis. But a the other scientists glanced at Skip with a confused look. “Um… why?” asked one of the scientists. “Do you need something?”

“I thought the show wasn’t until later,” a different scientist asked.

“Sure it is, but I’m sure you’ve all heard of a warm up.” Skip had heard of scientists being dorks, but he hadn’t heard of them being so unwilling and possibly stuck up. “I can’t exactly do this on myself,”

“Oh, I can help!” a smaller scientist with purple hair exclaimed. They quickly bagged up their samples and tried to yank off their gloves, though they struggled with one of them since they were going so fast. “Sorry – gimme a second!”

“Lore, make sure you wash and change your coat,” one of the other scientists told them. “You don’t want to accidentally contaminate him with… um…”

“With my samples from the
B͡r̶o҉w҉n ̵S̨ton̨e Spi͏r͝ȩ

, got it!” Lore said and they rushed off to the wash station

Skip watched them go off with their bit of excitement, he was too was eager about his warm up but was also rather inspired by their energy.

This made him hungrier.

Lore took off their labcoat and threw it in the hamper for decontamination and washed their hands and face, practically buzzing with energy. They were really excited to see the hypnotism show later, so of course they jumped at the chance to help.

After their hands were washed, Lore took a fresh lab coat from the closet and put it on. They pat their poofy hair (Poof!) and came back with a wide smile on their face.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

So
with that, the other gave a smile and went off to give a lengthy call
to the man he had meant to cancel plans with. He couldn’t have felt
cheaper as he called in and tapped his foot against the wall, he blushed
in embarrassment as he did so. Watching the other scientists made him
hungry just thinking about dinner.

Carlos went to his meeting with the Literal Rock Band and they discussed, among other things, the band’s habit of eating on stage. He wasn’t sure how they managed it, but chicken bones and soda cans would be left on the stage by them and the hosts at the theaters weren’t very happy about it. If they wanted to keep going with their gigs, they needed to clean up their act. Literally. They were young rocks, but Carlos thought that he was getting through to them.

It was an unestablished time that Skip began to grow lonely and hungry, adding up to be a dangerous vampire. Neurally, he headed towards a bundle of scientists and perked up. “Hi! My name’s Skip! May I ask for one of your hands?” He asked the group, glancing around.

One of the scientists didn’t even look up as they were so engrossed with their current analysis. But a the other scientists glanced at Skip with a confused look. “Um… why?” asked one of the scientists. “Do you need something?”

“I thought the show wasn’t until later,” a different scientist asked.

“Sure it is, but I’m sure you’ve all heard of a warm up.” Skip had heard of scientists being dorks, but he hadn’t heard of them being so unwilling and possibly stuck up. “I can’t exactly do this on myself,”

“Oh, I can help!” a smaller scientist with purple hair exclaimed. They quickly bagged up their samples and tried to yank off their gloves, though they struggled with one of them since they were going so fast. “Sorry – gimme a second!”

“Lore, make sure you wash and change your coat,” one of the other scientists told them. “You don’t want to accidentally contaminate him with… um…”

“With my samples from the
B͡r̶o҉w҉n ̵S̨ton̨e Spi͏r͝ȩ

, got it!” Lore said and they rushed off to the wash station

((My guardian just talked to me about today. They were disappointed and asked me why I stayed home apart from not feeling well. I told them that it was because of a teacher and other students.. you see, I cry very VERY easily and most of the time it’s because of that teacher, so I was also scared to go to school. They told me that staying home wasn’t the way to go because then I’d miss so much in school and my grades would get worse and worse, but they also told me they’d talk to the teacher – 3

((and they absolutely should. That’s awesome that they would do that 🙂 However I still think you should talk to the counselor. If it’s possible they might be able to change you to a different class with a different teacher

Great job expressing your feelings! Really! You did really good today.

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

So
with that, the other gave a smile and went off to give a lengthy call
to the man he had meant to cancel plans with. He couldn’t have felt
cheaper as he called in and tapped his foot against the wall, he blushed
in embarrassment as he did so. Watching the other scientists made him
hungry just thinking about dinner.

Carlos went to his meeting with the Literal Rock Band and they discussed, among other things, the band’s habit of eating on stage. He wasn’t sure how they managed it, but chicken bones and soda cans would be left on the stage by them and the hosts at the theaters weren’t very happy about it. If they wanted to keep going with their gigs, they needed to clean up their act. Literally. They were young rocks, but Carlos thought that he was getting through to them.

It was an unestablished time that Skip began to grow lonely and hungry, adding up to be a dangerous vampire. Neurally, he headed towards a bundle of scientists and perked up. “Hi! My name’s Skip! May I ask for one of your hands?” He asked the group, glancing around.

One of the scientists didn’t even look up as they were so engrossed with their current analysis. But a the other scientists glanced at Skip with a confused look. “Um… why?” asked one of the scientists. “Do you need something?”

“I thought the show wasn’t until later,” a different scientist asked.