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My life as a volunteer.

When I first moved to NYC, I was so defeated.  I spent all my little money incredibly fast and nobody would hire me.  I was crashing with a friend from boarding school until I found a job, but the thing they don’t tell you about moving to a big city with your college degree in tow is some degrees are good for landing a job immediately (even entry level is still a paycheck), some degrees are good for internships while you wait tables to pay the bills, and some degrees are only good for sending you back to school for your masters where hopefully you will also gain some kind of experience in your field.  There’s nothing you can do in your field with an anthropology degree or an economics degree unless you have already gained some magically elusive experience in that field already.  

I worked my way through college, but I worked retail because the schedule was flexible and it paid a lot (retail management is a really nice paycheck, especially in a lucrative chain).  You can’t get a retail management job in NYC unless you have “New York Experience” which I most certainly didn’t have coming up here from South Carolina.  I took a job as a cashier in a Bed Bath & Beyond with extremely high turnover because I would be promoted faster and catch some “New York Experience” as a manager.  Until I got that experience, I was trying to survive in NYC making $9 an hour at a part-time job.  When I did find an apartment, it was an overpriced, newly (but shoddily) renovated building way out in Bushwick where the first floor residents were selling crack all day.  I was pretty much living on Top Ramen and lunchmeat, begging for extra shifts at work, and trying to keep it together.

But I had a roof.  And I had a job.  And I was paying my bills.  And I could eat.  All around the city you see people every day who don’t have that, so I wanted to put it all back into perspective for my own sense of wholeness and to remind myself that I did have a lot to be thankful for regardless of my struggle.  So I went to volunteer at a homeless shelter.  

I don’t talk about volunteering a lot, but when I do, I’m never shy about what I feel is the selfish aspect of it.  The general feeling toward people who give up their time for strangers is that it’s a selfless act of extremely giving people who want to make the world a better place, and that’s true and warm and fuzzy and all that, but for me (and most of the volunteers I know) you do actually feel better.  It’s not just that you are helping another person, because I would hope that everyone feels a little bounce in their step if they made someone else’s day easier, but at a place like a homeless shelter, you’re also thankful that it’s not you who needs the help.  I wanted to stop feeling sorry for myself living above a crack house and eating ramen every night, so I went to volunteer with homeless people to help make their lives easier.  While I was there, one of the administrators told me I might be interested in a battered women’s shelter organized by a Catholic church that was looking for more volunteers to help some of the women with job interview skills.

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Bitty’s Favorite Peach

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Warnings for Brief mentions of anxiety and animal abuse. Don’t worry though it’s SUPER fluffy

Summary: Jack and Bitty get a house! But Bitty gets bored and lonely while Jack’s gone, so he volunteers at an animal shelter.

Bitty sat restlessly on the couch with the TV on watching the Bruins play the Habs. He had no real interest in the game, it was late November, still early in the season. 

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I submitted on march 7 about working at an animal shelter and one of the employees being the worst.

Just wanted to add that the guy has been there 3 months longer than I have and is not improving.

I sound like a horror to work with because I constantly have to repeat myself over and over and over again.

Like I said, he’s not lazy but the animal world is not for him and I wish my supervisor would just cut him so that he could find a better fitting job.

When animals get stressed and scared they lash out and if they draw blood we have to put them on a 10 day quarantine, which means they can’t be adopted and get like 0 physical contact with people.
If it happens twice, they might have to be put down. That’s why we have time limits to having them in the tub, cage, or dryer.

He also cost the shelter a lot of money because the overtime pay for the three people on a shift. That money could be going back to the animals.
Just the other day we worked 14 hours straight with no lunch break. When he’s not working, we usually finish early.
If someone has to do the job of two people or constantly monitor the other person, we spend less time focusing on the animals.

And we absolutely do not intake aggressive animals. We have kids that volunteer. If someone tries to surrender an animal and they immediately try to kill us, we tell the person no.
He is constantly trying to work with animals and coax them out of their cage and then we have a terrified cat climbing up our walls.

It’s not mean to say that not everyone is suited for every job.

Help Wanted (01)

Originally posted by jimins-bootae

Pairing: Foster dad!Jin x reader

Genre: Slight angst (?)

Rating: PG13

Warnings: This series deals with caring for foster children and as such there will be details of their backgrounds mentioned, which includes substance abuse, neglect, abandonment, abusive families and death. So if any of these things are triggering for you, please read with caution or feel free to give this a skip.

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a - age: 25
b - biggest fear: Moving back in with my financially and mentally unstable parents; needles getting close to my eyes
c - current time: 10:34 PM
d - drink you last had: Free Pepsi from volunteer drama rehearsal
e - every day starts with: A shower, coffee, and a heavy protein breakfast (bacon and eggs, and fruit as a treat)
f - favourite song: Mr. Blue Sky by ELO
g - ghosts, are they real: I want to believe so, yeah.
h - hometown: Orlando, FL
i - in love with: My awesome friends who support me in spite of being an unemployed flop
j - jealous of: People with jobs
k - killed someone: I wouldn’t be unhappy if my old boss DROPPED DEAD tomorrow… but he’s got kids, so, no
l - last time you cried: Couple days ago… job-hunting stress is getting to me.
m - middle name: Celeste
n - number of siblings: Zero
o - one wish: To have a decent-paying job. That I won’t need to drive across the world to get to. Please give it to me soon.
p - person you last called/texted: @nannycanes and @manticoremonster (sketch-in-chat shenanigans)
q - questions you’re always asked: How can I get better?
r - reasons to smile: Strawberries and pineapple. And the face my cat makes when she dozes off.
s - song last sang: Sunday Clothes from Hello Dolly
t - time you woke up: 6:30 AM
u - underwear colour: Dk Blue with pink and white flowers
v - vacation destination: A week in Flourence, Italy
x - x-rays you’ve had: Teeth/skull when I got my wisdom teeth pulled
y - your favourite food: Korean BBQ and Tempura Udon
z - zodiac sign: Aries
Tagging: @prismportrait @ove

I kept forgetting to post the dumb sourintori thing I wrote a long time ago. But here it is.

“You know he’s been complaining about missing you every single day,” Sousuke said with a laugh. He shook out his apartment keys from his pocket. His breath clouded in front of him as snow fell gently from the sky.

Rin smirked and dropped his bags on the ground, rolling his shoulders. “Even with you around?”

The taller male shrugged and unlocked the door. “I tried to keep him occupied.” He grabbed one of Rin’s bags and stepped into the apartment. “Ai, Rin’s back!” There were thundering footsteps and Sousoke held back a laugh as a head of silver hair ran past and launched themselves at Rin. “Told you,” he said.

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Butt I Didn’t Do It On Purpose (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Request: Can u do1 where Patrick touches y/n butt when they’re kissing on his bed and he totally freaks out because he doesn’t want her to think that he sees her as an object & well idk but can they be in highschool like 17 or something.

If someone had asked me last year, where I saw myself one year in the future, I never would have said here. I probably would have said studying in a library for the SATs, getting my first volunteer job, meeting friends for dinner, finally getting a car. No, I never would’ve guessed that I would be lying in Patrick Stump’s bed, visiting his house for the first time, as his girlfriend. A year ago, I didn’t even like Patrick, in fact he was just another face in the crowd, another kid in a class. But when we got a job at a record store together at the beginning of the year, something changed. Once I really knew him, I liked him almost immediately. Yet we were so awkward and nervous around each other, it took Patrick three months to ask me out, even though he claims he liked me from the very first day. Now, we’ve been together for almost a month, deeming the day to be the perfect time to meet his family and hang out at his house for the first time. Yeah, a year ago I wouldn’t have thought I’d ever be here, but now that I am, I gotta admit it’s a damn good view.

Patrick lays on the bed next to me, typing something rapidly into his phone. His hat is pushed off of his head from how he’s lying, and he scrunches his forehead in concentration. I smile as I study the deep color of his eyes, the way he adjust his glasses, and the scrunch of his nose as he types away. Even with the view, I eventually get bored.

“Patrick” I whisper, poking him in the cheek, “Pay attention to me”

Patrick looks at me with a smile, “Sorry I was just responding to a text” He says apologetically.

“Hey, that’s fine, I mean I could always just leave if you have better things to do….” I respond playfully, moving to the edge of the bed.

“No, no, no, come back” Patrick says with a half fake whine, pulling lightly on my wrist “I’m sorry, don’t leave”

WIth a quiet laugh I roll back towards him, ending up back in my original position, a couple inches away from his face.

“You know how we always promised we would never become one of those gross, corny couples that everyone hated being around?” I ask him

“Yea?” Patrick responds with a smile

“We’re becoming one of those couples” I say with a laugh.

“You’re probably right, but it’s okay, because I love people seeing us as a couple, especially  if it’s people complaining about how good we are together” Patrick says with a laugh, pushing his head up and catching my lips.

I respond immediately, lips melding with his in the easiest way. When his tongue lightly grazes my lips, silently asking for entrance, I eagerly open my mouth to him. I move my fingers through his hair, thinking that i’ll never get over the feeling of his soft hair running through my fingers. Patrick’s hands slowly trace down my back, fingers leaving goosebumps down my skin. I slide over so I’m sitting on his lap, and his hands continue their path. In the heat of the moment, Patrick’s hands slide straight over the waistline of my jeans and down to my butt. I make a noise, more out of surprise than any type of protest, but Patrick breaks the kiss immediately.

“Oh my god,” he says eyes widening, “I didn’t mean to do that”

He not so subtly slides me off of him quickly, and leaps up from the bed.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I really didn’t mean to do that!” He says, livid, as he looks at me from almost all the way across the room.

“Patrick what are you even talking about?” I ask, completely confused by whatever the heck is going on.

“ I just-, I just touched your butt, and I’m sorry it was an accident, I just-” He scrambles to explain

“Patrick” I say with a confused  laugh, still not understanding what the big deal is. I try to interrupt him, but he doesn’t even stop at the sound of my voice.

“I didn’t mean to but we were kissing, and you were on my lap and then my hands, they just-”

“Patrick!” I try again.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m trying anything with you, because I’m not I swear, I actually really do like you, and I’m definitely not one of the guys that would do that, so I don’t want you to think-”

“Patrick Martin Stumph!” I finally yell, successfully shutting down off this time,

“Yeah?” He asks, looking at me with a blushed, embarrassed look.

“It’s okay” I say with a laugh.

“What?” Patrick asks in surprise, stopping in the tracks of his nervous pacing.

“I said, it’s perfectly okay” I say again with a smile, gesturing him to come back to the bed.

He sit on the edge of the bed, still looking at me nervously, “Are you sure?”

“I’m definitely sure” I say with a laugh, holding up my right hand, as though I was giving an oath “I, (Y/N), hereby give you, Patrick, full butt touching rights, as long as it’s in private, of course, because otherwise that would be weird”

Patrick widens his eyes then laughs, looking a little relieved. “I’m sorry, I overreacted, I just didn’t want you to think that I was one of those guys that just objectified women and went out with them for that reason only, especially since we haven’t been dating for very long yet.”

“Don’t worry, It’s fine, I promise” I say, tugging him closer by grabbing his hand, “Plus I would never think of you like that, you’re one of the most kind and respectful guys I know, that’s why I like you so much”

Patrick grins as he resettles down next to me. “ Well I’m glad, because I like you for way more reasons than your butt” He adds with a blush and a nervous laugh, “ although it is a very nice butt.”

I laugh out loud at his expression.

“Alright, now that we’ve established that I have a nice butt, and you are allowed to touch it, can we continue from where we left off?” I ask, still laughing.

Patrick nods enthusiastically , “I think that would be very good, yes”

Our laughs fade as we move closer, and completely cut off as our mouths come together again.

“My oldest son left last year for college, and my younger son is leaving this summer. My daughter is starting high school. I have only four more years with her before she goes off to college.
​I’ve always been a stay-at-home mom, and now my job is coming to an end.
When someone asks me what I do, I’m not sure what to say. The kids are older, so I’m not a stay-at-home mom. I spend a lot of time volunteering, but it sounds silly to say ‘I volunteer.’ I don’t know what my identity is or what it will be once the kids are gone.
​That’s probably why I got the pig. It’s a little bit of an empty nest syndrome. I need something to take care of. My younger son doesn’t like her. He hasn’t touched her, hasn’t petted her, and doesn’t want to be photographed with her. He hates her. It’s funny—I think he thinks I’m replacing him. He’s jealous of a pig.”

Portsmouth, RI

as some of yall might know, i’m moving to boston in august. i’m moving there to help tutor and mentor kids who are falling behind (esp. due to intersecting issues like race, gender and poverty) in order to help them graduate. as someone who’s been living in poverty their entire life, this full-time volunteer opportunity is super important to me. 

i’ve been searching for the perfect apartment that fits within my minuscule budget while also taking advantage of public transport, and i’ve found one… unfortunately, in order to hold onto the apartment, i need a deposit. the deposit is 700, and i currently have less than half of that. i make about 450 every 2 weeks at my current job, and my family barely has enough money for groceries, so it’s hard for me to come up with that kind of money. 

i’m gonna beg for just a second….if anyone has some spare change, please, please consider throwing it my way. i know a lot of people are struggling, and if you consider what i’m asking to be less urgent than other people’s, that’s cool. my paypal is if you can’t help me out, please send me positive thoughts!!!! a reblog is worth a lot to me, too. thanks for reading this embarrassing post.


–> It’s Annie @iconicklaine ’s birthday !

And she (also) said : “an AU—If Kurt never spied on the Warbler’s I’ve always thought that they would have met working on Burt’s congressional campaign. I’m sure his message would speak to Blaine and he would volunteer. So you know, meet-cute door-knocking, or phone-banking, whatever"

That just adorable ^^

Blaine has always considered himself to be a political person. He cares about the environment, he wants to learn about the motivations behind sending the troops somewhere around the globe before deciding if it’s just, if it’s fair or if it’s a waste of the American troops.

He thinks of himself as an educated young man, one who just can’t wait to finally be able to vote.
But in the meantime, Blaine wants to do what he can to support political men and women who want to make the world around them change.

Like Burt Hummel, congressional candidate who stands against bullying and for the arts and equality.

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