worker training

anonymous asked:

Brand rep here so i go to different electronic stores and sell and train workers on our brand! So technically im not employed by any of those stores BUT THE BRAND. I go to 5 different stores every week and every stores planos are different. How dense do you have to be to see i have a different shirt and lanyard than the employees there and get pissed when i don’t know where an item is? The amount of scoffs and cussing out i get is tremendous

Please stop boycotting “A Dog’s Purpose”. That video of “animal abuse” was posted by TMZ. TMZ, who is just about tabloids and is known to be problematic. As a trainer, the person working with the dog was doing what he could. He stayed by her side, at her level, and spoke to her and reassuringly touched her sides.
This video was ALSO made by PETA, an organization that is notoriously awful. They have stolen animals from people’s homes and euthanized them several times. They also edited the video to skip right from footage of the dog being nervous about the water right to her being IN the water, implying they just threw her in. They didn’t. She’s a German shepherd, she isn’t a water dog and would naturally be nervous. The minute she showed any sign of struggle, they removed her and cared for her. This is a trained animal and trained workers who know how to make entertainment without hurting the doggy cast. Don’t boycott this film because of a literal tabloid.

There is no such thing as “unskilled labor.”

All labor is skilled. All labor requires training. 

I could not jump in and be a garbage collector without training. I could not be a construction worker without training. I could not be a landscaper or a gardener without training. I could not be a fast food worker without training. 

All labor requires skills and training. 

All labor is important to a company- otherwise the job wouldn’t exist. 

All labor entitles you to fair pay. 

Two summers ago, we met a woman who went by the name Teacup.

“I’m an active heroin user,” she told us. “Thirty-three years as a matter of fact.”

We were in West Baltimore, reporting on a city-wide effort to stop a growing opioid crisis. On a street corner known for its open-air drug market, health workers trained anyone passing by on how to use naloxone, a medication that can reverse an opioid overdose. They were trying to get naloxone kits into as many hands as possible.

Teacup had stopped by the training to say hello to a veteran health worker and to pick up another kit. She was already well-versed in the use of naloxone, having administered it more than a dozen times, she estimated. She called herself a “doctor,” but not because of her experience intervening in overdoses. It was because she was the go-to person in the neighborhood if you needed help getting high.

For many months, we didn’t know what happened to Teacup. But then this summer, we got word that she had eventually made it into treatment and had just celebrated eight months of recovery.

‘That Fentanyl, That’s Death’: A Story Of Recovery In Baltimore

Photo: Shelby Knowles/NPR
Caption: Andrea “Teacup” Towson used heroin for more than three decades. After a near-death experience with fentanyl, she sought help.


(via South Shore 701-02 switching 4-59 | South Shore freight moto… | Flickr)

South Shore Line freight locomotives 701 and 702 switching in South Bend, Indiana

April 1959

Photographer unknown (collection of John Smatlak)

For a lot of us, we find ourselves in the awkward position of not knowing what to do or what to call ourselves…

I started this journey when I was little. My grandmother told me the stories that had been passed down to her from her parents and from her husbands parents. These tiny little scraps of paper with glimmers of knowledge sewn in the seams is almost all I had to go on.

My grandmother was not a witch. I can’t even say she married one because from what my grandmother has told me, grandad would have been furious at being called a witch… but he was the last fully trained weather worker in the family.

My grandparents had four children: My Aunt M who is very similar to me and wanted to learn how to manipulate weather from her father but he refused to teach her and said that only the men in the family are ever taught how; My Uncle S who, as a child was taught to whistle up winds by my grandad, but then he wanted nothing to do with it when he got into finishing school (he’s the scientist in the family); My Uncle W who my grandfather had taught ‘the basics’ but who then died when he was a teenager… and then there’s my Dad… the baby of the family.

My dad remembers scraps of things which is why he’s never surprised when I start swinging stuff around or singing/whistling ect. But after my Uncle W died, my dad stopped being interested in ‘weather stuff’ and grandad refused to teach it.

So I have a grandmother who knows bits-and-pieces from being with my grandad, an Aunt who wanted to learn but wasn’t allowed, an uncle who knew how to do one thing but didn’t care about the ‘weather stuff’, a deceased uncle who knew how, and my dad who barely remembers the ‘weather stuff’.

Then there’s me. A girl who took the scraps of what was remembered and turned it into something. Guaranteed, what I practice now is a bastardised version of what it once was… but that’s All. I. Had.

Where does this leave me? I’m not a Trad. Fam. Witch. because (as far as I know) the men on grandad’s side did not call themselves witches. Am I a trad witch at all? Most experienced trad witches would say no, I’m not. They would call me a modern witch.

This is why I clung to the label of ‘weather witch’. The entire foundation of my practice is based off of scraps of knowledge sewn together with the folktales I was read as a child. From there I researched (a lot of my early finds were either history books or Wiccan books because they saturate the market). I never found anything about weather working until I found traditional witchcraft books (which are Extremely Expensive and hard to find) or historical records (which are highly biased and heavily influenced by Christianity)…

So I can understand why trad witches call me a modern witch… I can understand why modern witches think that what I do is a sham…

My question is this: Where does that leave me?

Where do I fit?

What the hell do I call myself?

Where do I go from here because I want to learn more…

Its quite stunning that Trump’s budget plans, Trumpcare, tax policies disproportionately fall on his supporters. Its quite a thing …

“In rural Appalachia, people are so poor that there is a federal program dedicated to lifting them out of poverty. Through the Appalachian Regional Commission, the government pitches in on projects that these rural communities badly need but can’t quite afford — everything from fixing roads, to building computer labs, to training workers, to opening health clinics.

   These efforts have become so widely admired that in recent years Congress launched, with bipartisan backing, sister agencies to help other rural regions stuck in generational cycles of poverty. Together the programs spend about $175 million each year bringing jobs and opportunities to places that long have felt left behind.

   President Trump, who won rousing victories in these same parts of rural America, would eliminate that funding.”

Also See: President Trump won big in these places. Now he wants to eliminate 3 agencies dedicated to helping them - Washington Post

A Social Media parable....

Once upon a time one of the linebackers on the team I work for dated a relatively famous female rapper. Well if you can call it dating.  What it mostly boiled down to was loud and rowdy fights in various nightclubs and restaurants that put them constantly on the covers of local newspapers and even a few national tabloids.  For a team that wants its players to be seen as consummate gentlemen – it was a PR nightmare!

Thankfully, the relationship fizzled out rather quickly, as relationships like that often do, and the player came to me for help in repairing the damage the relationship had done to his image.  The first thing he wanted to do was unfollow the girl on various social media outlets, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc. but I wouldn’t let him.  Why not?  In my learned opinion, the best thing this player could do was go quiet about this girl and let her slowly fade away.   Unfollowing her would have made too big of a statement – caused too much of a ruckus with his fans and followers and kept the relationship in the limelight. I convinced him just to just mute her posts but still follow her to give the appearance that nothing had changed.  I set him up at a few charity events to clean up his image and thought the matter was over.

Two days later, however, a local paper and national tabloid reported their break-up.  I had a fit of course but my player and the girl in question swore they hadn’t said anything to anybody.  The reporter of the local paper is by way of being a friend, so I called him and asked how he knew about the relationship ending.   The reporter – Charlie is his name – said he figured out about the break-up because of social media.  I, of course, said no way because the player and the girl still had the appearance that all was well, but then Charlie said to me the one thing I had forgotten.  The player and the girl might appear as though all is well – but the friends tell a different story.

True enough.  As I went digging I found out that the people closest to the player – his closest co-worker and training partner - had unfollowed the girl on social media. Friends of his that had liked every post this girl made went strangely silent where she was concerned.  Sure, there were some friends and co-workers of the player that still followed the girl – but they weren’t the inner circle – the people who knew him best.

What’s the moral of this story?  Quite simply this – if you want to know what’s going on between two people, especially those in the public eye, look to those closest to them, it’s the closest friends -  people like the trainer or co-worker that really tell the tale.  


“i liked him at first, but peter is so angry in the second movie.” wouldn’t you be if you left for a year (let’s say, on a long holiday you didn’t even want to go on), came back, and now suddenly someone bulldozed your house without permission? your bedroom? destroyed. your prized possesions? burned to ashes. your computer/tablet/phone with all your tumblr reblogs, works and internet connection? smashed into a million pieces, leaving you to find the fragments lying on the floor, but too broken to start where you left off and too shattered to recognise it anymore. yeah, that’s how it feels. that’s why peter acts the way he does in prince caspian. he’s left his well looked after home and came back to it barely standing on a foundation. in a way, he’s homeless and so is his family.

but now there’s a chance he can rebuild it? peter doesn’t hesitate. he lays as many bricks as he can. he finds the cement and tells workers to mix it. he hires an electrician, and a plumber, and a decorator. not all the materials are there yet, and not all the workers are well trained, but he gives his house a possibility of becoming a home again.

so when peter beheads lord gregoire after the telmarine invasion of narnia and spoespian’s killing of miraz, you get to feel what peter feels. you get to feel all this anger and disgust that has built up since the beginning of the film. how can they take his home and destroy it? how can they threaten narnians to near-extinction? how can they get so far then betray one another? this never happened in the pevensies’ reign. after the fall of the white witch, these events became fables across narnia.

people call this film and peter’s portrayal out for being bland or simply out of character, but every moment and every scene has a deeper meaning. this is peter’s home and he’s going to defend it until his last dying breath.

Are You Mine? *Part 1*

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Gif isn’t mine

Requested: Angst Request Please?, au where everyone see all in black and white until you see the eyes of your soulmate, reader see the colors when she see the eyes of Newt, but he can’t, she lies about the colors time pass and reader tells Tina “take care for him” and gellert hurts reader, she confess she loves newt and then dies. Years pass and Newt name his daughter like reader because reader Dreams about have scamander for last name. Sorry english is not my language. also Tina and Newt are soulmates! <3

Part 2

Thank you so much for the request! I was thinking of doing an angst fic but I wasn’t sure what to do, so this is a great request! I mean sad, but great lol

Warnings: Angst, angst angst angnsnsngnsnfddjffkdffjssjfdsj (im so sorry lmao)

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

Word count: 1,718

DO NOT post on other sites and claim as your work. 

Reblogs are fine.

Please leave feedback and ways I can improve my writing!! As they say, there’s always room to improve.

Now, enjoy!!


The sounds of trains and people rushing around filled your ears, the usual black and white colors flooding your vision. You held your bag close to you to avoid any pick pocketers walking around. You walked to the closest bench by platform three and waited. 

Today was the day you were going to meet your new co-worker. You were a trained medical assistant and you were sent by the Ministry of Magic to assist a man by the name of Newt Scamander. Reports told you that he was a researcher of magical animals, and he needed your help in case he ever got hurt. You’d never been in a situation where you’ve had to help a magizoologist before, heck, you’ve never even met one, but you were excited to start a new adventure. 

“Miss, excuse me, are you Miss Y/n?”

You looked up to see the most beautiful green eyes you could see. Your eyes widened, and looking around you started to see colors you would have never imagined to exist. A large grin settled upon your face and you couldn’t help but squeal and stand up from your seat. 

Everything looked so beautiful.

You looked back at the man standing in front of you. He had a long blue coat on and he was holding a worn out suitcase in his right hand. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but he had a soft smile on his face. Freckles dotted his nose and cheeks, giving him a cute appearance. He had reddish brown, curly hair tousled on top of his head. Oh good God, could it be?

This was your soulmate!

“Miss, are you alright? Is there something wrong?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. Could he not see the colors too? No, that couldn’t be possible… Right?

Your smile slowly started to fade. “Y-yes, I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” 

“Newt Scamander. I believe you must be assisting me on my trips.” He held out his hand for you to shake. You took it, immediately feeling a spark when your skin touched. Surprised, you jolted a little bit before slowly shaking his hand and letting go.

“I’m sorry if I seem a little jumpy, I-I… Do you not see it too?” You slowly looked up to his face once again to see a confused expression on his face. 

That proved your suspicions right, then. He couldn’t see the colors.

“See what? Did one of my animals escape again?” Newt quickly looked down and checked the lock on his suitcase. He saw that it was closed shut, but just to be sure he turned around, surveying the area. 

You took this time to look down again. Tears began to fill your eyes. This man was supposed to be the love of your life, your soulmate, and here he was - unable to see the same colors as you.

It’s been a year and a half since you’ve met Newt. As of now, you were helping him research animals for his new book. Sure, it was hard knowing that he couldn’t see the same as you when you were around, but there was that small sliver of hope that still remained in your brain. Maybe it would just take him time to realize that you were supposed to be his soulmate? After all, there’s no way you couldn’t be.


As of now, you were in Newt’s case, sitting at his desk and editing his book. It was coming along well. There was still much research to be done, and Newt still had to write about some other animals, but you really felt like the book was coming to a positive end. You just hoped that you could continue traveling with Newt once his book was finished. You cherished the friendship you had with him, even if he didn’t think of you as a lover.

Meanwhile, Newt was keeping the case on top of his lap. The both of you had decided that it’d be best to board a ship to New York for your next adventure, and now it was really happening. Newt recommended that you stay in the case to keep the animals calm, and also so that he wouldn’t have to pay for another ticket. Props of having a magical case people can fit in. 

Once the ship had arrived in New York, Newt walked off the boat and went through customs. There were many other things that had happened, but Newt had refused to tell you of the events. As of now, the both of you were stuck in an apartment with two sisters. One was named Tina, and the other was named Queenie. Tina seemed to be quite nice, and so was Queenie. Newt had pulled you out of the case to introduce you to the both of them, and you learned that Queenie was a legilimens and Tina worked at MACUSA. There was also another person there, a man named Jacob. Newt told you that Jacob was just someone he met, which sounded quite suspicious, since Newt wasn’t the one to go up to strangers and talk to them. To be honest, all of this seemed suspicious.

Not only had the two of you been thrown in a strange situation, but Newt had been acting quite weird since he pulled you out of the case. You were both sitting on the couch, waiting as the Goldstein sisters prepared something to eat. When you asked Newt questions, his answers would always come out clipped and short. Not to mention, when he had introduced you to that Tina girl, he had been fidgeting so much you thought something was wrong. However, Newt wouldn’t answer any of your questions, leaving you annoyed and tired.

Queenie called for Newt and you to come sit at the dinner table to eat. Jacob had already been sitting there, fork and knife in his hands, ready to eat the delectable food. Newt sat down next to Jacob, while you sat next to him at the head of the table. Tina sat in front of Newt, while Queenie sat in front of Jacob.

You all began to dig in, except for Newt and Tina, who had been staring at each other ever since they sat down.

“Are you guys ok?” you asked.

Newt didn’t break his gaze from Tina. “W-we… Tina, can you…?”

Tina smiled and shyly looked down before bringing her head back up again. 

“I think you’re my soulmate Newt.”


This can’t… That’s not what was supposed to happen! He was supposed to be mine… mine.

Tears started to cloud your vision. You immediately dropped the silverware you had been holding, your appetite completely gone. The chair you had been sitting on screeched as you pushed back and ran out of the apartment. 

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

You continued running out of the complex, tears streaming down your face. After all this time, he wasn’t even yours to begin with. All that time wasted, hoping that he’d realize he was yours and you were his. Thoughts of having a family together, dreams of being able to travel and grow old together, all gone down the drain. 

Numb.That was all you felt as you kept running out on the streets, not even knowing where you were going. You bumped into numerous people, yet you kept on running. Once you started to run out of breath, you slowed down and walked into an alleyway, leaning against a wall and sliding down it. You fisted your hair and cried. It felt like your heart was broken in a million pieces.

What’s the point anymore? You’ve loved him for such a long time, only to have you feelings thrown away for a mistake made by the gods. What a tragedy, knowing that those beautiful colors you only saw around him was a mistake. What a waste of time and energy.

What a goddamn waste. 

Back in the apartment, everyone was staring at the chair you had last sat in. Jacob slowly started to begin eating again while attempting to start up conversation with Queenie. Tina was looking at Newt, analyzing his confused facial expression.

“Newt? Is your friend… ok?” Tina reached over the table to hold onto Newt’s hand. Newt looked down for a little bit, before shrugging off her hand and standing up from his chair. 

He rushed over to the coat hanger and grabbed his blue coat, wrapping it around himself. “I have to go find her.”

Queenie abruptly stood up from her chair, causing it to shriek loudly. “No, Newt you can’t.” She knew what you were going through, and she also knew that you needed time to think.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry Queenie but I have to go. I don’t want her to get hurt.” Newt grabbed his suitcase and began to make his way to the door. Queenie rushed towards him and grabbed onto his arm, stopping him from advancing any further.

“Newt, she needs time to think. I know you’re close friends, but I think It’d be best if we leave her be.”

He shrugged off her hand and looked up at her. There was a long pause, before he remembered that she was a leglimens, meaning she knew why you had left.

“Queenie… Why did she leave?”

Queenie immediately took a step back at that question. “Newt, no. Don’t ask me that. Please don’t try to use my ability to gain access to another person’s feelings. You need to talk to her on your own.” She then turned away and started to walk back to the kitchen. Newt ran his hand through his hair in stress and set down his suitcase. He proceeded to take off his coat and hang it back up.

“Queenie I’m sorry. I should’ve never asked you that, it was impolite. You’re right. I’ll just wait until she comes back.” Newt took a seat on the couch and hunched over his knees. He was extremely worried about you, and he was confused as to why you had left so abruptly. 

Tina walked over to Newt and sat down next to him. She began to rub small circles into his back, assuring him that everything would be ok. 

But for you, everything was so far from ok


ALRIGHT!!!! So I decided I would write a second part to this, because I made this wayyyyy longer than I intended for it to be. I really hope you like it though!! Also, feel free to send in requests!!! 

Love ya guys <3

Season 2: One Cour Drama

DISCLAIMER: This long-ass post was made off of other peoples’ insight to hopefully give a factual explanation for season two… and did I mention this was a long-ass post? It’s a long-ass post.

Sigh. I’m pretty sure we’re all done with this by now, lol. We’ve pretty much accepted the fate of SNK only being twelve episodes. But for those who are interested, I’m going to try and explain the situation with WIT Studio’s rationally, without a bias standpoint as a fan, as I struggle miserably to do.

Let’s take a look at Thomas Romain’s twitter, one of the animators giving insight on WIT Studios. This man is understandably upset about the fandom’s backlash. Everything in this post was inspired from his Twitter. So without further ado, Here’s what he has to say about SNK season two having one cour:

So basically, after reading his Twitter, I’ve realized the reasoning behind SNK having no Uprising arc in season two is because the anime industry is facing a crisis. There’s not enough workers, or rather, qualified workers to keep up with the amount of production. Animation schools in Japan are closing down and workers are being underpaid. According to Thomas, a junior animator gets paid around $4/hr. Where I live, employees with minimum wage get paid $10/hr just to work at McDonalds. So imagine having to draw around 350 drawings per month just for a shit $4 pay when you could work in the fast food industry for potentially twice as much ($6-8 in Japan)!

Also, Wit Studios is located in Tokyo, the most expensive city in Japan. When you’re living in a place like that, then you probably don’t want to work overtime for $4/hr. And this isn’t a problem with the current animation team working for Wit Studios; they’re fully devoted. This is an issue for potential future animators who probably don’t want to pursue in the field if that’s the life they’ll be living - meaning the industry is cock-blocking itself from having more staff.

I had a brief conversation with @lenok993 and we agreed that a good contribution to SNK having only a single cour is how many people decide to pirate the series, or watch it online for free. Considering purchasing the actual CDs doesn’t necessarily help that much, this is mostly speculation, but it’s really all we’ve got. I’m actually guilty of this so I don’t have any right to lecture anyone about that. But it’s always good to bring attention to that fact!

Also, it’s a misconception that I didn’t learn ‘till recently that the animation department does not get any portions of the merchandise being sold. They do get money from Blu-Ray purchases, but it’s definitely not enough to help out the animators’ paycheck. There’s just too many series’ and not enough people on the animation team.

Why not drop projects? SNK is what the majority of us want, so why not dedicate more resources to the most popular franchise?:

Despite SNK’s popularity, WIT Studios is a very small production company. For them, quantity is everything because it’s the only way their company can continue to make money. Even if they dropped everything and directed their attention to SNK, they wouldn’t get enough funds to keep functioning just from one anime alone.

There’s not enough money going around, and as said before, not enough qualified workers. It takes years to train these workers, sadly. And with the schools closing down, finding people who are willing to work for the horribly low salary is nearly impossible. There’s more and more demand for production and the small company can’t keep up. So even with their short amount of animators, having a large number of projects is absolutely necessary. 

What’s the best thing we can do to support WIT Studios and its production of the story about the giant, naked, man-eating men apocalypse (SNK)?:

Perhaps start here - with buying Blu-Rays. As @lenok993 said, this may be why they chose to release the Blu-Rays so early. And like Thomas said, it really doesn’t do that much. But really anything helps! Even if the portions don’t go directly to the animators, anything is absolutely better than nothing. 

Mm… I’m really interested in the anime crisis. Hopefully it’ll get resolved eventually. But you know, there’s also this nifty little page you can check out: Animator Support!

I know that us foreigners really don’t have many options to help. On the most part, all we can do is sit and watch the drama in the studios unfold. But it’s always good to be aware of what’s going on behind the scenes, even if we can’t do anything about it. I’m pissed that we aren’t getting an Uprising arc since it’s my favorite one - and I’m still going to rant about it. But no matter how much we rant, it won’t change the fact that they don’t have the resources to produce a two cour season.

TL;DR: Despite SNK being the huge franchise that it is, and the misconception that it’s the money-maker we believe it to be, there’s not enough experienced workers to keep up with the production. Animators aren’t satisfied with their paychecks and animation schools are shutting down. This is already bad enough for bigger production companies, but even worse for smaller companies, such as WIT Studios.

Small, dumb rambles:

I will admit though… I’m really annoyed that SNK, such a huge anime, is getting handled by such a small production company. I feel like there’s a lot of trust being put on a thin line between the production company and the fandom. But even so, the situation is the way it is and it’s not going to change. So we’ll just have to accept it for what it is.

Anyway, being the small company that they are, they’re really trying. They may have had four years but they needed to work on other projects so they could even be around for the production of season 2. Plus, they were still lowkey working on SNK despite having other projects. And even if we’re only getting twelve episodes… I know I’m going to be murdered for saying this… but at least we’re getting any episodes at all. Quality over quantity. That’s the basic rule.

I’m glad they aren’t interested in ruining the magic of SNK for the sake of quicker production. I’m really in love with their dedication and decisions towards each episode Like that rewind in the first episode, oh my god, I don’t know why but that was so orgasmic to my vision. I’ll take the twelve episodes over getting shitty half-assed episodes any day.

❤️The Valentine’s Day Fic ❤️

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and things go a little differently for Dan

Word Count: 2,057

Warnings: Is extreme fluffiness one? 

Authors Note: I haven’t seen any cute Valentine’s Day fics yet, so here is my take on one! It’s still Valentine’s Day where I live so this counts! I hope this is extremely fluffy and cute and makes everyone day! Happy reading! 

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I feel like it’s time to talk about Apollo and her wobble. Take a good look at that damn smiley face on her side and let me tell you why you should never, ever buy a spider morph.

My girlfriend and I started out with one beep, a normal named Cecil. I have leopard geckos and my mom had a beep while i was growing up, so I was pretty comfortable with my care of ball pythons. I’d read online about them for days and I made sure that my animals were happy and well taken care of. We were pretty excited about other morphs, but we hadn’t come across anything about spiders in our research. Or if we did, wobble was never mentioned.

We were in the mall pet store when we saw Apollo; it had been probably the third time we’ve seen her there and her price was marked down significantly. With her was a super pastel that was also marked down quite a bit. She’s a bumblebee, so they had her at a higher price than the super pastel, and excited, we did a bit of research on prices before choosing the super pastel.

The mall pet store workers were not trained in any way on reptiles and the manager was the only one who touched them. We knew their practices were subpar, but we weren’t prepared for how subpar. The manager not only sold us the more expensive morph at the cheaper price, thinking she was the super pastel because she was “lighter”, she also told us that Apollo was “nippy” and proceded to roughly grab her with a towel to get her out of the enclosure and into a box. Which she then taped closed and stabbed a few holes in. We were pretty horrified, but at this point, we weren’t leaving Apollo there and we were getting her at the reduced price of the super pastel, so we thought we were lucky to be able to save her from that awful place.

We realize now that they’ll just keep selling snakes they know nothing about, but we had no idea what we were getting into. We asked what they were feeding her. She was about a foot long. They said live adults. When Apollo yawned, she had trouble closing her mouth because of that for a while. But the messed up jaw wasn’t even the half of it.

We started reading about her morph, curious about the genetics, when we stumbled upon a forum discussing wobble. I stared at that smiley face on her side and my chest ached. Some snakes get it so bad they have to be put down, it said. The thought of my baby corkscrewing on the bottom of her cage, no sign of stopping just broke my heart.

It wasn’t bad at first. It was just a little wobble from side to side when she got excited for food, and sometimes she’d misstrike, but otherwise she was okay. Maybe Apollo wouldn’t be one of those spiders that got bad. Maybe it’d stay like this.

She grew slowly, and her wobble got slowly worse. It was slow, but I watched. She’d wobble a little more, she got a little less coordinated. Sometimes she’d cock her head in odd positions and just sit like that, staring.

Then she shed and started to brown out. We were excited, she was looking so healthy and vibrant. She gave me a full shed. But something was off. A few days later we found her sitting on her driftwood, corkscrewing away against the glass. I took her out and she stopped, and she seemed eager to explore like always. Another day we found her corkscrewing, my girlfriend called her name and she stopped, but she was staring at her upside down.

She only seems to do it when she’s excited or hungry, but it’s really distressing to watch. The change was so sudden that I’m afraid that I won’t be able to keep Apollo much longer. It will crush me if I have to put her down. And I’m not cruel enough to keep her alive when she’s obviously stressed, but we’re going to try to limit her stimuli and add more plant cover to her tank (it’s already pretty covered) and hope for the best.

But I want anyone who thinks it’s okay to breed spiders to look at Apollo’s damned smiley face and consider is it worth it? Is the money worth causing emotional pain and suffering when someone has to put their snake down because it can no longer eat because of it’s wobble? Is it worth it to put an animal into the world that may not live it’s full lifespan or live a life full of constant stress due to something internal and completely incurable?

Don’t buy a spider. They’re beautiful animals, but they should not exist. And they especially should not be bred into existence. Insist on the super pastel.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for dealing with a stressful job when you have anxiety and depression? (It's mostly under control, but my min. wage service job tends to make it worse)

Hey there, so sorry it’s taken so long to respond to this! 

I’ve been working temp jobs for the past year and a half, always with different bosses and co-workers, and I’ve had ones that were fun and ones that made me cry in my car. I’ve recently vowed to put up with a job in a toxic workplace, because the stress and anxiety is not worth it.

Here’s some general advice:

1. A workplace is only as good as it’s bosses. There are only ever two kinds of bosses- those that let you know they’re the boss anytime they get the chance, and those that treat you as their equal. Find yourself a job with a boss who treats you as their equal and who is happy to jump in and assist whenever necessary. Those are the people worth working for!

2. A workplace is a family. You don’t need to love your co-workers, but you need to be able to have a pleasant conversation with them. You’re in this together! I once worked with a girl who would ignore me for seven hours straight, only talking to me when it was to criticize what I was doing. I’m not even exaggerating though. Make an effort to get along with your co-workers whenever possible, and if they actively are rude to you then ask your supervisor to change your shift. You don’t need that negativity in your life.

3. Carry your weight, not your co-worker’s. Attempting to do your job while also covering for your co-worker is a train wreck waiting to happen. I worked in an IT call center for three years and I worked with people who would literally sit there and watch the phone ringing, waiting for someone else to pick it up. Don’t answer the phone every time, don’t say “Can I help you?” first every time, and don’t let them walk all over you. By all means, jump in and help them if they’re swamped, but don’t make it a regular thing.

4. Take your breaks. Don’t skip your breaks! Even if this just means going outside for a few minutes or sitting in the break room and drinking a soda. Take that time to yourself and don’t “push through” or ignore your breaks. Especially because many companies will take the money out of your paycheck anyway.

5. Snack. Similarly- have snacks available. Don’t eat in front of customers or in front of your boss, but don’t sit there getting hangry because you’ve had nothing but a taquito in the past twenty-four hours. Studies have shown that a brain needs food to function properly! Feed your brain!

6. Customer’s Punching Bag. You ARE NOT the customer’s punching bag! If a customer starts giving you attitude go get a supervisor. They get paid much more than you (and probably also get a paid vacation and overtime) so they can deal with it. You are not required to stand there and let someone verbally abuse you. Just say “Let me get my supervisor” and walk away. Do it for your own sanity. If a customer huffs off before you can get your supervisor, go and immediately tell them what happened. Get this interaction on record.

7. No Minimum Wage. And finally, minimum wage is not worth the stress. There are less stressful jobs out there with higher pay grades, you just have to find them. Start applying now and remember to always give two week’s notice before leaving. You are better than minimum wage.