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Bitch, Cars, and Children: The DIS @TheDIS Follow DIS The Walt Disney Company Donates $5 Million to the Notre-Dame Cathedral Rebuild wdwinfo.com/news-stories/t .. The Company tea jay Follow @teejiay @teejiay 11 % of Disneyland Resort cast members are homeless The DIS @TheDIS The The Walt Disney Company Donates $5 Million to the APISN Notre-Dame Cathedral Rebuild wdwinfo.com/news-stories/t Unmet Health Needs health care services. ge s adequate in Many Disneyland Re Even those who have erims of providing basi services Copy Select All The Walt Disney Company asks its employees to adhere to what it calls the "Four Keys" to good customer service. Among them are "smile" and "make eye contact." Many Disneyland Resort employees, however, need but cannot afford dental care, or glasses and contact lenses, making it harder to adhere to those guidelines For example, 43% of Disneyland Resort employees report that in the past year they needed, but could not afford, dental care, as shown in Exhibit 12. Among single parents, over half(56%) could not afford needed dental care Nearly a third (30%) report that in the past year they needed, but could not afford, glasses or contact lenses, as shown in Exhibit 1.3. Another quarter (24%) report that in the past year they needed, but could not afford, follow-up medical care. One fifth (21%) report that in the past year they needed, but could not afford, prescription medicines, while 16% report that in the past year they needed, but could Exhibit 12: Disneyland Workers Who Needed but Could Not Afford DENTAL CARE in the Past Year ALL WORKERS FULL-TIME/PART TIME STATUS Part-Time HDURLY WAGE $15+ YEARS WORKING AT DISNEYLAND Less than 1 year 1-3 years 4-6 years 7-10 years 11-15 years More than 15 years GENDER Female Male PARENTS WITH CHILDREN 0-17 YEARS Sing Precariously Housed Workers Disneyland Resort employees have a hard time paying the rent. They devotea large part of their household incomes just to put a roof over their heads. Even so, many Disneyland Resort employees live in o place to live, many rent homes a great distance from Disneyland Resort and have long commutes to get to work. Disneyland Resort employees' wages do not align with southern California's high housing costs As a result, some Disneyland Resort employees find themselves in precarious circumstances. They fear getting evicted because they cant afford the rent. They move vercrowded conditions. To afford a Some Disneyland Resort employees find themselves on the brink of homelessness and some actually find themselves with no permanent place to live, making do by sleeping in their cars, "couch surfing" between friends and family, or ending up on the street or in a homeless shelter Even full-time Disneyland Resort workers confront the spectrum of precarious, uncertain, unstable, and insecure housing conditions which creates chaos and hardship for themselves and, in some cases, their families. Among Disneyland Resort employees, only 20% own their own houses or condominiums and 63% rent their houses or apartrnents. Another 18% live with family members or friends but do not pay rent or otherwise help with housing Exhibit 40: Homeownership Rates for California, Selected Counties and Disneyland Workers Occupy without ppying rent Seming Artist @ sewingartist 9h Replying to @teejiay LadyDamfino I was offered a position in the costume department at $10.56 an hour down in FL. I high tailed it out of there. I now make above $15 an hour at a similar position in Indiana. Disney is crap. 244 7 Witch Bitch Jane Rayi @YandereJane 6h Replying to @teejiay @stormflowercos A cast member died in her car last year during winter; where she lived because the resort refused to pay a living wage despite her many years of service. endangered-justice-seeker: what a fucking hypocrisy
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Bailey Jay, Family, and Get Money: Cancel Your Credit Card Before You Die A lady died this past January, and the bank billed her for February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card, and added late fees and interest on the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00 when she died, but now somewhere around $60.00. A family member placed a call to the Bank Here is the exchange Family Member: am calling to tell you she died back in January Bank The account was never closed and the late fees and charges stil apply. Family Member : 'Maybe, you should turn it over to collections. Bank: 'Since it is two months past due, it already has been.' Family Member So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?' Bank: 'Either report her account to frauds division or report her to the credit bureau, maybe both!' Family Member 'Do you think God will be mad at her?' Bank: 'Excuse me?' Family Member: 'Did you just get what I was telling you - the part about her being dead?' Bank: 'Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor.' Supervisor gets on the phone: Family Member 'I'm calling to tell you, she died back in January with a $0 balance. Bank: 'The account was never closed and late fees and charges still apply.' Family Member from her estate?' Bank (Stammer) 'Are you her lawyer?' Family Member 'No, I'm her great nephew. (Lawyer info was given) Bank: 'Could you fax us a certificate of death?' Family Member 'Sure. (Fax number was given) You mean you want to collect After they get the fax Bank: 'Our system just isn't setup for death. I don't know what more I can do to help. Family Member 'Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep billing her. She won't care. Bank: 'Well, the late fees and charges do still apply. (What is wrong with these people?1?) Family Member: 'Would you like her new billing address?' Bank: That might help... Family Member: 'Odessa Memorial Cemetery Highway 129, Plot Number 69.' Bank: 'Sir, that's a cemetery ! Family Member: 'And what do you do with dead people on your planet? ohgoditsneph: niniblack: eudoxiav: lawful-evil-novelist: theludicrousrival: billiam-spockspeare: Capitalism will put the bill on your grave and harass your grieving family until they pay One of my cousins passed away unexpectedly at the age of 35, and had been paying back a loan from the bank. About two weeks after his death, my great aunt received a statement from the bank (his mail was being delivered to her house) about a late payment. She called the bank and explained the situation and the only thing a manager could say was “Well, that’s unfortunate. We can arrange so payments will resume in 30 days, that should be enough time to have already paid for the other arrangements.” On top of the unexpected $10,000 funeral, cremation and burial bill, my aunt had to finish paying my uncle’s $5,000 loan. She’s a disabled retiree, on a fixed income, and could barely afford to pay for her insulin for diabetes. She nearly lost her home of more than 40 years. Fuck the system. She didn’t need to pay. When people die, their debts are not their family’s responsibility. In fact, it is outright illegal to try and collect those debts from a person who didn’t cosign the loan and isn’t executing the will. Debts and Deceased Relatives Here’s a link to the detail on that one. Banks count on people not knowing that last comment so that they can still get money They really do. My great-grandmother had her identity stolen before she died at the age of 93, and thousands of charges were racked up on credit cards in her name. After she passed away, they called my mother to try and collect. My mom laughed at them, and told them: “She’s dead, good luck collecting.” The credit card asked my mother, “Don’t you want to clear your grandmother’s debts? Don’t you want to clear her good name?” My mom laughed at them again. “No,” she said. “Because a 90 year old wasn’t watching porn with those credit cards, and her name is fine. Don’t give credit cards to old women likely to pass away soon. This is on you.” Which is how I learned as a young child to always question collection agents, and to never pay off debts that aren’t your own. They often can’t even collect that money from the estate, if there is one, depending on how you write your will and what kind of account the money was kept in. DO NOT EVER PAY OFF DEBTS THAT AREN’T YOUR OWN. If a loved one of yours dies and bill collectors (credit cards, loans, etc etc) start calling you off the hook and request that you pay off their debts, tell them in no uncertain terms to go fuck themselves. The reason being is that the moment you give them a single penny, that debt is now on YOU because you’ve now agreed to pay it off. Do not agree to pay off their debt. Do not pass go, do not give them $200.
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Bitch, Books, and Confused: ReelLover InHollywoodland Follow l Verizon LTE 4:27 PMM 8% Maintain a high level of accuracy while balancing changes in workload. . Ability to type at least 50 WPM. * Proficiency in the digital and social media universe including Instagram, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, Pinterest, Google, blogs, etc.. Ability to adapt to changing priorities based on organizational needs Sense of urgency and pro-activeness. otivated self-starter. Bachelor's Degree required. EEITS Health, Dental, Vision Insurance, Short Term Disability, Long Term Disability, and Life Insurance PTO and Paid Holidays Business casual attire Positive Office Culture Job TFC Salary: $11.00 to $12.00 /hour 3 days ago report job Apply Now Follow @bodegafruit Why aren't millennials buying houses?" "Why don't millennials save money?" "Lazy millennials are ruining this economy" ReelLover nHollywoodland 8:27 AM -11 Jul 2018 39,636 Retweets 86,860 Likes blame-my-muses: goawfma: this is an insult I once applied and interviewed at a bookstore cafe for a barista position. It was way closer to my home, and I had almost a decade of experience working in a coffee shop at that point.  Got to the interview, and it turned out they didn’t want a barista, they wanted someone to spearhead their new cafe, as the cafe that had been in the store before didn’t want to resign their lease with the bookshop. They wanted to put their own cafe in its place, all new menus etc. They needed someone experienced to train their new staff, to handle window displays, to communicate with the bookstore owners about changes and needs of the cafe, to be able to handle inventory and ordering. Okay, I had basically done most of that stuff at my previous job. I asked if cafe positions would also be required/trained to work the bookstore.They would. They would be required to run the book sale counter, stock and reshelf books, and help bookshop customers find things. They would also–despite having an outside cleaning company–have to help maintain bathroom cleanliness. They’d have to take out trash, and clean spills, and vacuum. Wow, that’s a lot, I said. Is this a manager’s position, then? No, I was told, it wasn’t, but there was a chance that after a training period it might become one. And that made me pause, because I’d been working as the front-of-house manager at my cafe, and I knew how much work that entailed, and what kind of money I was making, and it was only the commute that had me looking for a new job.So I asked what the job paid.$8. E I G H T  D O L L A R S. Per hour. Barely above minimum. For all of that work. For someone they expected to get an entirely new cafe up and running, and then also do the work of the bookstore and the cleaning company as well. I thanked the woman for the interview, said I’d have to talk to my significant other about the impact a four dollar pay cut would have on our finances, and that I wasn’t sure it was the job for me. She asked me to sleep on it, and she’d call me the next day. This is a job I was way more than qualified for. I had years of experience doing exactly the things they wanted. It was a convenient location, close to my home–I could walk there if I absolutely had to. I did not go home and talk about that four dollar pay cut and what it would do to our finances. I knew as soon as she told me that not only was it not feasible for us, it was downright insulting. That little money? For a frankly ridiculous list of responsibilities and expectations?She called back the next day. I thanked her again, and told her in no uncertain terms that my time was worth way more than what they were offering.And whenever people bitch about Millennials being lazy, not spending money, not buying houses…whatever the complaint of the month is…I think about the very nice lady who conducted this interview, and how confused she was that I didn’t want the job. 
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Comfortable, Deer, and Fucking: reguess1997 hello-kitty-senpai hello-kitty-senpai There is a specific and terrifying difference between "never were" monsters and "are not anymore" monsters The thing that was not a deer" implies a creature which mimics a deer but imperfectly and the details which are wrong are what makes it terrifying The thing that was not a deer anymore on the other hand implies a thing that USED to be a deer before it was somehow mutated, possessed, parasitically controlled or reanimated improperly and what makes THAT terrifying is the details that are still right and recognizable poking out of all the wrong and horrible malformations hey I totally fucked up and forgot the 3rd type, which is "ls Not Anymore And Maybe Never Was monsters The thing which was no longer a deer and maybe never was" implies a creature that, at first glance, completely appears to be a deer, but over time degrades very slowly until you realize (probably too late) that it is not a deer anymore, and had you seen it in this state first, you wouldn't have recognized it as a deer at all, and there's a decent chance that it was never actually a deer to begin with but only a very good mimic, and what makes this one scary is the slow change from everything being right to everything being wrong, happening slowly enough that you don't even notice it until its too late, as well as the fact that something now so clearly not a deer could have fooled you to begin with. And the fourth type, which is, "l dunno, but it sure ain't a deer." Which implies complete confusion about what the creature could be, to the point that even a person as comfortable in this world as someone who would use the word ain't unironically is uncertain, which should horrify you to the deepest depths of your soul Fifth type: Actual deer Deer are the fucking devil Know your monsters
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Crying, Family, and Guns: Chwistopher @Loudwindow Concept: Pirates slay a monster mermaid to steal its treasure chest. Pirates open chest, finds a sleepy baby mermaid within. Monster mermaid was using the treasure chest as a cradle. Pirates: <p><a href="http://dragonsateyourtoast.tumblr.com/post/169373651900" class="tumblr_blog">dragonsateyourtoast</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169340235270/otherwindow-this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/169291615220/this-is-how-the-golden-age-of-piracy-ended" class="tumblr_blog">otherwindow</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>This is how the golden age of piracy ended.</p></blockquote> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/51eb1c65a8936859a4b9e9ed54eb60d9/tumblr_inline_p22tdbtzyD1qdd180_540.jpg" data-orig-height="677" data-orig-width="1000"/></figure><p>The first mermaid to get tattoos :)</p> </blockquote> <p>“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”</p> <p>“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.</p> <p>“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”</p> <p>“i know.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”</p> <p>her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.</p> <p>“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.</p> <p>“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”</p> <p>“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”</p> <p>she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.</p> <p>“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”</p> <p>she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.</p> <p>“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”</p> <p>the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.</p> <p>“why not?” the mermaid asks.</p> <p>“he’ll win,” the first mate says.</p> <p>the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.</p> <p>x</p> <p>the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.</p> <p>“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.</p> <p>“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”</p> <p>they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.</p> <p>she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.</p> <p>the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.</p> <p>x</p> <p>she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.</p> <p>x</p> <p>“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.</p> <p>she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.</p> <p>“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”</p> <p>the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. </p> <p>“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.</p> <p>“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.</p> <p>“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”</p> <p>“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”</p> <p>“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”</p> <p>“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”</p> <p>x</p> <p>the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.</p> <p>“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.</p> <p>the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.</p> <p>“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”</p> <p>“and now?”</p> <p>“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”</p> <p>the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Yooooo</p>

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Children, Definitely, and Future: The Real's Jeannie Mai Divorcing Husband Of 10 Years Because He Wants Kids and She Doesn't @balleralert The Real's Jeannie Mai Divorcing Husband Of 10 Years Because He Wants Kids and She Doesn’t - blogged by @baetoven_ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ " TheReal" cohost JeannieMai is divorcing her husband, FreddyHarteis, after 10 years of marriage. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Mai previously opened up about their opposing views on having children and revealed she was uncertain about their future on an episode that aired in 2014. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "You know how much I love Freddie, my husband. He’s my life,” she said in tears. “Before we got married, I was very clear about the fact that I probably would not have kids, just because I’ve never felt that. And now, getting older, he definitely seems like he wants kids, and he actually came out and said that he wants children.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ She continued, “I guess it’s just really hard because I can’t just have a child for another person, and you don’t have a child to save your marriage, but we are in love, and we are enjoying life, and he’s my Freddy, and I’m his Jeannie, and we don’t have any other problems except that, which, you never know what could happen in the future." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The couple wed in 2007 and just celebrated their 10th anniversary in August.

The Real's Jeannie Mai Divorcing Husband Of 10 Years Because He Wants Kids and She Doesn’t - blogged by @baetoven_ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ " TheReal...

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Energy, Future, and Memes: INSTAGRAMI THE FUTURE ENTREPRENEUR TRAIN YOUR MIND TO BE CALM IN EVERY SITUATION BOOM @the.future.entrepreneur 🙌 I believe there are a few levels of mind... 1. Calm and relaxed. 2. Focused and learning. 3. Stressed and on a hair-trigger, and you react to your external world . When you’re at level 3 AND you react to something or someone, you are bound to that emotional state: Focused emotional singleness… you are attached to the emotion that triggered you to react. The emotion that brought you into that level-of-mind has you focused, but only past events equal to that same emotion. So that emotion has you pulling emotional schemas from the past – and trying in vain to fix the problem and predict your next move based on the past. So your brain is numb to the present moment, and cannot move past it. You just recycle that negative energy and eventually you begin to wonder; “WTF happened? I handled that like shit” or you justify your negative actions to ANYONE who will listen. . You felt separated and lost from the present, uncertain about the future and your next move, and can’t even entertain new possibilities or circumstances. Your brain is divided from your creativity, and it’s fixated on what or who triggered your state, and also; worst case scenarios. No new information can enter your working memory that isn’t in-line with the current emotion and emergency. . Einstein once said: You cannot solve a problem with the same level of consciousness that created it. What I believe Einstein meant was; the problem you’re trying to fix can’t be within the same emotion you experienced it with (same level of consciousness). So very little new information can enter into your mind, that isn’t equal to that emotion. So your problem solving is limited to that range of emotion. Thus, you have a very limited level of mind. What you have, is a closed mind with limited resources to self-correct, to learn, to problem solve and to think – just scattered focus. . If success is important to you, fight to keep your mind calm. . markiron mindsetcoach mindsetiseverything 👉 @imarkiron .
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