The General Thread

GrandNumberOfPounds said:
From what I understand, if your ancestors were here long enough, you probably have a bit of Native American in you, so maybe a lot of people qualify for a minority scholarship.
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My Texan roots can be traced back to the mother fucking 16th century and then some. But I have a ton of Spanish ancestry, especially on my mom's side, and I assume that legally we're Hispanic/White. So yeah, I'm paying for my UT tuition...
 
Just tell them you're an albino African. They won't give you any college, but they will make sure you get some sweet pills.
 
Just make sure you wear red eye contacts to make it more convincing.
 
Well, I mean, even if by some chance I did happen to be Native American with a stronger Native background than Spanish, I'd still prefer to pay for my own education. I don't have to particularly enjoy it, but I like having that feeling of complete independence and being set equal to other Americans. I'm not the type to turn over and accept things like welfare checks and being given a place to live by the government, and it's not so much that I don't know how to help myself, it's just that my race isn't a disability, and I'm just as capable of making money as anyone else in this country as well as housing myself. Any financial assistance I receive should reflect on my financial background, not on the fact that my great great grandpappy lived here first. Although I'm sure my dad would jump at the idea of me getting a minority scholarship...
 
Join the Army. Iraq is over and Afghanistan isn't really our thing. (you'll probably go every other year anyway)
 
Oh god, I just puked like a mad man. I guess I really was sick.

By the way, ladies, don't ever tell your man to leave the toilet seat down. If he's anything like me, he'll just throw up all over it.

I need to go brush my teeth now.
 
Oh, and I just found the most perfect, truthful picture on the internet.

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Finally finished the commission! I CAN BROWSE THE INTERNET GUILT-FREE!
 
I've inhaled an obscene amount of dust, I spent twelve hours doing a repetitive, boring job and my least favourite relatives are here. Kill me now.
 
I have to stay home from class today because it turns out I really do have a stomach virus. Gatorade is on its way.

Good thing my body gave out on me on the one day I had absolutely nothing to do.
 
I had a really weird dream that everyone on the boards took a road trip to a place where it always stormed and there were no streets. Only very narrow roads flying everywhere.

It was terrifying.
 
I don't know what I want more, to play basketball or watch it. Either way, I'm in the mood for basketball.
 
Well, I think I weirded out my supervisor.

He's the guy I've talked about on and off, often referring to him as my Zone Manager (although it's a misnomer, but I don't want to explain right now). He's the first boss I've had who's looked out for me. He's a compassionate guy. He shakes hands, pats people on the back or shoulder. I've even seen him hug people on Christmas Eve. He laughs easily and gets along with just about everyone. He's the kind of guy who, once you get him talking, will hold you hostage with conversation after conversation, and you wouldn't mind it at all because he's such a funny, worldly person. There have been days when I was an hour late coming home because he couldn't stop talking.

He's clapped me on the back a few times. He once jokingly patted me on the head. He's shaken my hand. That's the extent of our physical contact.

For the past month or so, he's been trying to get me upgraded to full time. He tried once but the store manager put her foot down and said that I couldn't volunteer to work any more than 32 hours a week. So I resigned myself to part time. There are other jobs out there, after all.

Just the other day, after looking through the store's available hours and profits, my ZM found out that I could indeed be made full time. I would just have to work an additional two hours this week in order to be put over 34, which would qualify me. Yesterday, I agreed to work the additional hours.

I thanked him when we were alone. "I'd hug you," I said, "but I'm kind of sweaty." It had been humid in the back room.

He was quiet for a moment. Then he said in a serious tone, "It's well earned." And walked away with a pallet jack to do work.

Today, he didn't greet me. He didn't ask how I was doing. He didn't even look in my direction. He joked and laughed with the other employees--I could hear his laugh all over our part of the back room--but he avoided me.

Fuck it all, this is what happens when I show anything other than sarcasm or apathy. When I show actual emotion, people get freaked out because it's weird, scary, or unnatural.
 
Midnight Kissy Bull said:
Fuck it all, this is what happens when I show anything other than sarcasm or apathy. When I show actual emotion, people get freaked out because it's weird, scary, or unnatural.
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i can empathise
whenever i smile people tell me to stop
 
Midnight Kissy Bull said:
Well, I think I weirded out my supervisor.

He's the guy I've talked about on and off, often referring to him as my Zone Manager (although it's a misnomer, but I don't want to explain right now). He's the first boss I've had who's looked out for me. He's a compassionate guy. He shakes MANOS, pats people on the back or shoulder. I've even seen him hug people on Christmas Eve. He laughs easily and gets along with just about everyone. He's the kind of guy who, once you get him talking, will hold you hostage with conversation after conversation, and you wouldn't mind it at all because he's such a funny, worldly person. There have been days when I was an hour late coming home because he couldn't stop talking.

He's clapped me on the back a few times. He once jokingly patted me on the head. He's shaken my hand. That's the extent of our physical contact.

For the past month or so, he's been trying to get me upgraded to full time. He tried once but the store manager put her foot down and said that I couldn't volunteer to work any more than 32 hours a week. So I resigned myself to part time. There are other jobs out there, after all.

Just the other day, after looking through the store's available hours and profits, my ZM found out that I could indeed be made full time. I would just have to work an additional two hours this week in order to be put over 34, which would qualify me. Yesterday, I agreed to work the additional hours.

I thanked him when we were alone. "I'd hug you," I said, "but I'm kind of sweaty." It had been humid in the back room.

He was quiet for a moment. Then he said in a serious tone, "It's well earned." And walked away with a pallet jack to do work.

Today, he didn't greet me. He didn't ask how I was doing. He didn't even look in my direction. He joked and laughed with the other employees--I could hear his laugh all over our part of the back room--but he avoided me.

Fuck it all, this is what happens when I show anything other than sarcasm or apathy. When I show actual emotion, people get freaked out because it's weird, scary, or unnatural.
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Seems like he was just being serious when he was commending you on your promotion.

You're interpreting his actions the next day through the prism of assuming that you said something wrong to him. Give it a few days to let it even out and see if it's consistent before doing anything.
 
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