Fun Fact! Two Weeks Notice is not a REQUIREMENT in any sense of the word. Itâs a nicety. A polite gesture, and only polite for the MANAGEMENT because THEY want time to find someone to replace you. They cannot withhold your last paycheck if you refuse to give two weeks notice, and they cannot force you to work the two weeks. Additionally, they cannot report that to any future employers who call them regarding your work history. In fact, theyâre not allowed to comment on your performance AT ALL! Legally they are only allowed to confirm that you were an employee during the dates you list - anything else and they open themselves up to civil lawsuits in which they can be sued for damages for any number of reasons. So fuck Two Weeks Notice. if you work for a fucked company, they deserve to get fucked in return.
If you ever feel bad about not giving two weeksâ notice, or like youâre being unprofessional/unfair, think about this:
If your boss fired you, would they give YOU two weeksâ notice? Or would they have you escorted out of the building then and there?
Anything they donât owe you, you donât owe them. Fuck âem.
Ok but Iâd the second dude likeâŚa vampire? Because my straight ass is bewitched.
[Transcript:
(the first person has text over them that says âbeing fat and wanting a girlfriendâ)
First person: âSee whatâs behind this door..!â
(Door has text over it that says âfat girlsâ while The Toccata and Fugue in D minor plays in the background)
First person: âNoo, is there a bett-â
Second person: â Yo itâs funny that thereâs an entire demographic, of petite women who love bigger men. But because youâve just ousted yourself, as a cunt, itâs never gonna happen for you mate.Youâre really out here body shaming, all these beautiful shawties, big body Bugatti (kiss noise), exquisite; but youâre built like a less cool Bling Bling Boy from Johnny Test. Make it make sense mate. It doesnât- it really doesnât. Couldâve kept your mouth shut. But you had to say something. And you even went so far as to put it on the internet. And you thought that was a good idea because-? Please, take yourself elsewhere. Sincerely the entire fucking human race.â
End transcript.]
The moment that man started speaking -
That transcript up there is great, but it fails to mention that the second person? Has a voice like⌠warm caramel. Like a blanket on a rainy day. Like the gentle creak of an ancient tree in an even more ancient forest. A voice thatâs a low, deep â far deeper than expected â warm, and has a soothing timbre that, honestly, I could listen to for hours.
Sgdgfhjsk I canât believe you left out the replies
This picture stared at me in the womenâs bathroom
this picture demanded to know whether or not i plan to get The Surgery
This picture has a stroller for their dog
This picture offered me essential oils and told me vaccines would poison my child.
this picture judged who i am based off of how many layers of clothing iâm wearing
this picture just called ICE on their neighbor, and then called their mom and talked about how good the pastorâs sermon on loving your neighbor wasÂ
this pictured asked to touch my hair
This picture just called the homeowners association on me
Okay but this is the tweet I saw and I wouldnât normally go to bat for people I donât know, but they seem to actually be pretty genuine people who tend to stay in their own lanes, and are at the very least good sports about it.
These ten ducklings were found orphaned and they were brought to a pet duck called Stella who had just hatched nine of her own two weeks prior. She immediately claimed the ten as her own.
donât take yourself too seriously. if youâre playing solitaire, a game against yourself, thereâs no harm in making it easier for yourself.
i got my hearing aides today, and it astounds me what people donât talk about. they talk about the sound of the rain, or a creaky door, but not the sound of pouring milk in a glass, or the sound of a hedgehog eating, or the sound of carbonation.
genuinely just. make up your own explanation for the universe. i make up gods on the daily to explain the little things, and when im hurt or need help, i toss a prayer out into the universe. theyâre not real, i know that, but theyâre a good scapegoat for my problems.
it doesnât have to be chuck e cheese, just somewhere that brought you joy as a kid. somewhere you felt unbridled joy. someplace childhood felt potent, where you let yourself be a kid.
sometimes you just gotta let yourself go braindead. staring at a wall helps.
[ID: Screenshot of an anon ask that reads: wtf do you mean âthese are all genuine.â End ID]
1) a very simple and genuine âi like your shoelacesâ, which tells me that you are either a lesbian or a very cool ally
2) âi like your shoelacesâ followed by the pronounced grimace of one recalling their past sins, which tells me that you were a 2012 tumblr user. i now hold the power in this conversation and you are at my mercy.
if you know about 2012 tumblr how do you hold any power in any conversation
well, stucky fanfic url, the trick is to not let them know that you are also cringe