YOU DONT UNDERSTAND —- MY UNCLE IS A FARMER AND ONE DAY HE WAS GOING OUT TO CHECK HIS CROPS HE NOTICES A TRACTOR JUST GOING AROUND IN CIRCLES Thinks, “That’s weird, I go check it out” HIS FUCKING NEIGHBOR FELL OFF HIS TRACTOR AND GOT RAN OVER But he was on a slope So the tractor went around and around in circles Running him over each time and he was pressed into the ground like a fucking cartoon How long had he been there? Maybe an hour. He was alive, and fine. Just pressed into the dirt like Wile. E Coyote and was so stuck in there that he couldn’t move so he just kept getting run over until my uncle found him
I’d say we get 3-5 “run the fuck down by a tractor” patients a week
This is legit. I had several patients in TinyTown who had run-over-by-tractor related injuries.
Because treating people fairly often means treating them differently.
This is something that I teach my students during the first week of school and they understand it. Eight year olds can understand this and all it costs is a box of band-aids.
I have each students pretend they got hurt and need a band-aid. Children love band-aids. I ask the first one where they are hurt. If he says his finger, I put the band-aid on his finger. Then I ask the second one where they are hurt. No matter what that child says, I put the band-aid on their finger exactly like the first child. I keep doing that through the whole class. No matter where they say their pretend injury is, I do the same thing I did with the first one.
After they all have band-aids in the same spot, I ask if that actually helped any of them other than the first child. I say, “Well, I helped all of you the same! You all have one band-aid!” And they’ll try to get me to understand that they were hurt somewhere else. I act like I’m just now understanding it. Then I explain, “There might be moments this year where some of you get different things because you need them differently, just like you needed a band-aid in a different spot.”
If at any time any of my students ask why one student has a different assignment, or gets taken out of the class for a subject, or gets another teacher to come in and help them throughout the year, I remind my students of the band-aids they got at the start of the school year and they stop complaining. That’s why eight year olds can understand equity.
I remember reading somewhere once “we should be speaking of equity instead of equality” and that is a principle that applies here me thinks
men in greek mythology? scoundrels. just terrible. woeful social skills. murderers. kidnappers. violent misogynists. most of them… never described as handsome so we have to assume they were ugly.
narcissus? unproblematic. beacon of transformative self love. king of the swerve. gay icon. couldn’t recognize his reflection but neither can my dog, we aren’t holding that against him.
Narcissus wrote this
I refuse to believe Narcissus could read.
i’ve been thinking about this response for the better part of 2 hours and it hasn’t gotten less hysterically funny to me
tl;dr this woman was hearing creepy phantom nursery rhymes every night and it turned out to be a local industrial building’s alarm system, being triggered by spiders on the motion detectors
which is all well and good but “we investigated the creepy nursery rhymes, and it turns out it’s spiders” is one hell of a true statement
why is your alarm system a creepy child singing about an old man’s death
england ur messed up
now that i have read the article: i revise my opinion, england ur clever af. it’s a theft deterrent system. it’s intended to creep the ever living fuck out of anyone sneaking onto the business park grounds after hours.
unfortunately, they had their motion detector set so that spiders walking across the lenses set it off.
no word on whether the spiders found the singing creepy.
My favorite hobby is describing socialism without using the word “socialism” and watching everyone in the room agree with me.
Guy at work: *bitches about work*
Me: “Yeah, well, that’s the way it goes. See, the company can only make money off of the work we do, so they’re never gonna pay us what we’re worth; you don’t get paid for eight hours’ work, you get paid for working eight hours. That’s how they make bank. So the relationship between us and management is always gonna be adversarial. Why you think [boss] is such a dickhead? He’s incentivized to be a dickhead.”
Guy: “That….that actually makes a lot of sense.”
Me: *stares into the camera like on The Office while ‘The Internationale’ plays in the background*
i don’t understand the difference between getting “paid for eight hours’ work” vs “paid for 8 hours.”
Most companies want you to do 12 hours worth of work in 6 hours of actual time. They want to work you so hard your stress level is through the roof. So then you go to the doctor for various illnesses caused by excessive stress. Then you get to add to that stress by worrying about missing too much time from work to take care of the problems that work created in your body.
That makes sense now, thank you!
The company makes its profits via the additional value your work adds to their product or service. A sewn shirt is more valuable than three yards of fabric, for instance, and a chair is worth more than a few bits of wood, and so on; but for the commodity to reach that market value so much higher than its components requires labor.
So, your employer is not actually paying you an equivalent value for what your labor generates; that’s where their profit comes from. All they’re paying you for is your labor-power exerted over a certain amount of time per day. With modern industrial practices, your employer easily makes back your daily wage in added value within the first few hours of your working day; the whole rest of that time you spend generating profit.
You don’t get paid for eight hours’ work, you get paid for working eight hours.
“[…] your employer easily makes back your daily wage in added value within
the first few hours of your working day; the whole rest of that time you
spend generating profit.“
On a good weekend I ring up more than 3000 dollars worth of products as a cashier. But I’m only ever paid 9 dollars an hour
I used to work in a cabinet factory, ten hour shifts six days a week. I did some math while I was there, and determined that the _longest_ it could take for us to generate the wages for all the labor in the factory was around two hours a day. More likely just one. And yet, supposedly, the company was losing money. We were told over and over how no, they can’t afford to fix the tools, the company is losing money. No, we can’t go down to 40 hours a week, the company is losing money. I don’t know what kind of salaries the office staff and ceo were getting, but for it to eat up 48 hours of production from a factory full of people seems pretty iffy…
Edit: correction, 96 hours of production, I forgot about the night shift
I am very small, very tired, and very interested in pumpkins
Every Adult In “Harry Potter” Let Us Down At Some Point And That’s Important a 900 page dissertation by me
And that includes Joanne Kathleen Rowling a tear stained afterword by me
Hagrid Is The Exception a rebuttal by me
The Time Hagrid Told Voldemort How to Take Out Something Protecting an Object that Grants Immortality When He Was Drunk and Other Well-Meaning Fuck Ups a lengthy chapter
You’re Absolutely Right a retraction
Hagrid Carelessly Putting Himself In Danger Via Illegal Baby Dragon So That Harry And Some Other Eleven-Year-Olds Broke Curfew, School Rules and International Law To Preserve This Adult From Legal Trouble And How Having The First Grownup Harry Ever Liked And Trusted Get Into Trouble That Harry Felt Obligated To Pull Him Out Of Probably Had Some Effect In Shaping Harry’s General Assumption That In The Case Of Emergency Or Threat, Nobody’s Got This But Him a subsection in my lecture course
We all are stardust 