Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
i just feel like if a job pays less than $15/hr… they shouldn’t ask for experience.
like if im going to get a minimum wage job, im going to do the bare minimum.
i just don’t understand how we’re “all an important part of the company” and the pay gap is so big
Also if I’m being paid minimum wage, don’t expect me to be passionate about whatever it is you want me to do.
minimum wage = minimum effort
And minimum commitment. Give me a reason to be loyal. Ducking pay me
Peak capitalism expects maximum effort and maximum commitment for minimum pay and minimum loyalty.
When the employer’s attitude is ‘you’re replaceable’ then the employee attitude is ‘this is just a temporary job’
I’m always seeing articles in HR industry publications and stuff that bemoan the “erosion of employee loyalty” and how employees are so willing to jump ship if someone offers them a few more bucks and like…yeah…because y’all made it super clear that we’re all replaceable cogs in the corporate machine, if you’ve got no loyalty toward your employees, what kind of brass balls do y’all have that you expect them to still be loyal to you anyway? This is a two way street, fuckers.
Lovino: About a dog and medicine or something like that.
Matthew: It’s an amazing animated movie based on the true event of a dog named Balto who saved people by delivering critical medicine! super happy and excited
Virgil turns into a child and the others freaking out not only just over cuteness-overload but also from his honest, innocent observations and feelings/fears
Kid!fic
Warnings: mentions of not being good enough, and a nameless fear
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“ROMAN!” The call of his name startles him from his hunched over position at his desk, almost scattering his creative works all over the floor. Roman shakes his head to clear his mind because he swears he recognized that voice but the pitch had been far too high for it to be who he thinks it is. The bang on his door startles him even more.
He opens it ready to consult who ever needs to talk to him, but there’s no one there. Not until he looks down that is to Virgil. His hoodie is now two times too big, barely keeping on his small shoulders. His face is pudgier and screwed up in a pout.
“What did you do!?” Virgil squeaks at him, eyes as furious as they can be in the body of a five year old. Roman blinks down at him, mouth slowly dropping to the ground. He places a hand to his chest before he can help himself.
