#(i just wish she would have proofread it first because her grammar and punctuation is atrocious)

[tromboneralert]

So first let me give yall some context. (With pseudonyms)

There's me, lowly phleb. The next step up is my supervisor Lindsay, then Maureen, then Charlotte.

Last year, Lindsay had a counterpart, Dominique, who shared the workload and honestly was fantastic at her job. They both were actually there to support their employees AND train newbies AND do their other job duties. One day, Dominique put in her 2 week notice, and got fired on the spot.

Since then, Lindsay has been doing the work of like 4 people all by herself. She literally had too fucking much on her plate. (Also gonna note here that these two alternated weekends because even though they weren't working they were still, well, working. So they never got a full day off.) So yeah, things did slip through the cracks.

A few months ago, Lindsay had a fkn panic attack at work, from all the fkn stress of her job. I remember when I heard I was like "Oh. Makes sense. I'm glad she's taking the time she needs."

And since Lindsay has been gone, all of her job duties have fallen to Maureen.

And Maureen........well...........if someone has a question or needs help she'll say "oh yeah let's schedule a time to work that out" and then......crickets....... I've told her that my offsite lab needs things, my patients need things. "Oh I'll talk to so-and-so about it and get back to you." Then crickets. Then I ask again. No response. And I communicate almost exclusively through email because I want the paper trail. And it's a good thing I do!

So like I said, Lindsay has been out of work for months now. And today, she sent out an email to EVERYONE in the lab (phlebs, techs, supervisors for each little department, EVERYONE) AAAAAND THE FUCKING PRESIDENT OF THE HOSPITAL.

This email with the subject line "Harrassment" includes every way that Lindsay was harrassed and bullied and put down by Maureen during her 3 years as a supervisor. She also included, by name, what Maureen has said about a bunch of people. The ones in the email are just the ones Lindsay could remember. Comments made by Maureen include, but are not limited to, just plain fucking mean comments, negativity, and a racist comment and a queerphobic comment. Maureen said about Charlotte (HER boss), "She says you laugh like SpongeBob and your burps are disturbing and disgusting you should be ashamed. She often sent me memes of SpongeBob laughing in our morning meetings. Also, in zoom meetings she puts snap chat filters on your face to be funny, the ball sack one was her favorite. (Very immature I know, I never would even think to use Snapchat in zoom)! She doesn’t think you should be director because you are horrible at it and she wishes [previous director] was still director. She says you don’t know anything in the lab on the non technical side and should know your operations instead of always asking us for help."

Also, about a black gal in the lab, "she calls you a curly headed poodle fuck. And your voice is annoying. You never know what you’re talking about and should just quit."

And about a queer guy, "Maureen saw you with a purse (I have many times and it did not bother me at all! They are actually really cute, I just can’t fit diapers and wipe in them along with snacks lol) but she wanted me to tell you that you can’t walk around with it, I told her you were on break that’s why, she said yeah well it looks weird and wanted me to tell you to not walk around with it I told her I cannot tell him that, he can have a purse if he wants to and she said yeah I guess it just looks really weird. (I think because she wanted me gone so bad she thought maybe discrimination was the answer because then she would have to fire me if I said something.. Maureen I give you credit for trying but maybe next time you should say something 😉) I’m sure more than half the lab would love to see you gone, along with people in other departments lmao."

Just to include a few :|

As well as wildly inappropriate behavior and comments. "She also was in her office showing [someone else] and I a dick pic of some guy she slept with"

WOW

And so all morning I'm like "oh shit oh shit oh shit Maureen is gonna get FIRED" and "I HOPE SHE GETS FIRED" and "If Maureen doesn’t leave, I hope everyone mentioned in that email walks out"

BUT!!!!!!! We just had a Teams meeting with Charlotte about the email. I really, wholeheartedly thought she wanted to know what else Maureen has done and said, for us to air our dirty laundry so to speak. NOPE. SHE REALLY FUCKING SAID "It was from a disgruntled former employee and doesn't reflect on anyone" and "a lot of mean things were said in that email so just know I'm here if you want to talk." HA SURE THING SPONGEBOB I'M SURE YOU'RE REALLY A SHOULDER TO CRY ON JESUS FUCKING CHRIST (part of me believes the front she's putting up; the other part of me thinks she's seething but trying to be professional because this had to be a slap in the face to her).

I don't work IN the hospital; I work in a different building, at an offsite outpatient lab service location. So I don't know what's been going on all day. Are people staging a walk out? Are people allowing it to be swept under the rug, as it appears Charlotte is doing? I have no idea. I have no way to find out. Sure, I could ask around, but then it just looks like I'm sniffing around for gossip. (Which isn't false, but my priority is justice against Maureen.)

I feel like I left out some potentially important details so don't be afraid to ask for clarification.

There is so much juicy juicy drama at work today...........I feel so alive I want to shout it from the rooftops

[dearcnehle]

fate.

rich!ex!jaemin x rich!reader au

1.3k words, angst, ¿fluff?

summary: it was a simple family gathering, lunch at the na’s family garden. your niece, however, is a bit too invested in your love life.

!warning(s)!: mentions of fighting

a/n: hi!! this is the first-ever au that i’ve EVER written hdjahdjahs plz be nice. also, english isn’t my first language :// sooo if there are any corrections in grammar and punctuations, that would be a big help! i rlly hope you enjoy reading ghkshgk tysmm<33

not proofread!

"Auntie Y/N!” A small voice came towards you, running. You were currently situated on a small bench in front of the Na’s humongous fountain. It was your niece. Her eyes gleaming with innocence, her nose as cute as a button, and her smile that was all too familiar to you. She hopped onto your lap, startling you.

“Hi, sweetheart. How have you been?” You answered with a knowing smile on your face, it doesn’t help that your niece was adorable.

“Mommy and Daddy have been fighting a lot, me and my brother sleep together at night because we get scared.” She whispered in your ear, a hand covering her mouth so no one else can know what she’s talking about. After what your niece had said, a bunch of question marks formed above your head. Fighting? Your sister and… Jaemin?

Growing up, you and your sister have had a handful of arguments, disagreeing on all kinds of things; the small and the big. But overall, your sister was the sweetest. She always had your back and you always had hers, the two of you loved each other. And Jaemin, he was a sweetheart.

“I’m so sorry for that, darling. Do you mind telling me what they were fighting about?” You asked carefully, you know that it’s bad to get into someone else’s business but you can’t help but pry.

“I always hide under the blankets but I hear Mommy saying the word “beloved” a lot. Do you know what that means, Auntie Y/N?” She says while playing with the rings on your fingers. At the word “beloved”, a shiver goes down your spine, your eyes start shaking and you feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“O-oh, I don’t know what it means. Maybe you can ask your Mommy about it next time?” You suggest nervously, a single bead of sweat making its way down your forehead despite the cool winds of autumn.

“I guess I’ll ask her later. Auntie Y/N, can I ask you a question?” The girl on your lap looks at you with her adorable doe eyes, she obviously got them from your sister. You nod at her, prompting her to go on.

“Why don’t you have a husband? You’re the prettiest auntie that I have!” She exclaimed while throwing her hands in the air to justify her point. You let out a little giggle at your niece’s adorable actions, yet you feel your insides twist and turn. You exactly know the reason why you don’t have a husband, but how do you explain it to your 7-year-old niece?

“Well, I chose not to have a husband. Besides, it’s fun being single.” You answer with a half-hearted smile on your face, hoping it’s enough to satisfy your niece.

“Doesn’t it get lonely, Auntie? You’re just by yourself. Look at Mommy and Daddy! They have each other.” She states, making a strong point, but breaking your heart in the process. 

“It does get lonely all by myself. But, I don’t think I can love anyone anymore, darling.” You answer truthfully, your emotions are coming out and you hate it. You always become so vulnerable when it comes to these topics, and you certainly don’t want to cry in front of your niece.

“Oh? You used to love someone, Auntie?” Your niece squeaks out, clearly interested in the topic you have brought up.

“I still love them, darling. But, I shouldn’t.” You said in a soft voice, staring at your niece with sincerity in your eyes. Her face contorts at this, might be a little too much to understand for her age. Her nose scrunched and her eyebrows furrowed together, you can almost see the cogs moving inside her head.

“Then who is it, Auntie?” She mutters after a reasonable amount of time, trying her best to understand what you just said. And you try to compose yourself, how do i tell you that it’s your da-

“Sweetie! It’s time to come inside!” A voice hollered from inside the home, slowly walking up to the two of you in the garden. You could recognize that voice from miles away, it was the same voice that used to call you “beloved”.

Your niece, however, had a frown on her face. She was clearly invested in the conversation you two were having, but it had to be cut short.

“Daddy, I’m talking to Auntie Y/N!” The little girl exclaimed with the cutest pout on her face, a pout that scarily resembled her father’s. A part of you was relieved, you didn’t have to tell her who your secret love was.

“It’s okay, darling. Your father’s looking for you now, you should probably go.” You said in a convincing tone, trying to get the reluctant girl to go to her father.

“But you haven’t told me who it is yet!” She was now throwing a proper fit, with her arms crossed and her cheeks puffed out.

“Who’re you talking about, honey?” asked Jaemin, who was now knelt in front of you and your niece.

“Auntie Y/N was about to tell me about the person she loves!” The girl exclaimed, an angry pout still plastered onto her lips. Her father can’t help but chuckle at her antics, ruffling her hair in the process. You, however, felt embarrassed. You were about to say something to defend yourself but Jaemin beat you to it.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that the person that your Auntie Y/N loves is someone lovely, honey. Someone who makes her laugh and makes her feel loved.” He said while patting his daughter’s head and you felt like crying. Your niece seemed pretty satisfied with her father’s answer, making grabby hands toward him as a sign that she wanted to be carried. After that, Jaemin looked you in the eye, offering a smile. But, it wasn’t like the other ones that you received in the past.

“You coming in, Y/N?” He asked with the same careful tone he always used to use, still dripping with love. You shook your head no and he understood, making his way back into the house with his daughter in his arms.

You realized that you were the only one left in the Na’s family garden. All alone, you let your emotions come out. Glistening tears making their way down your face, you miss him so much.

Na Jaemin. If love was a person, it would be him. He was the someone who made you laugh and the someone who made you feel loved. He was the one who called you “love” and on some occasions, he would call you “beloved”. Do you know how people tell you that there is someone destined for you? You never thought of anyone besides him. Na Jaemin, the boy who used to give you flowers whenever you were sad and used to drive you to McDonald’s at 1 AM just to buy you chicken nuggets. He used to cuddle you to sleep and shower your face with kisses when you wake up. Na Jaemin, your greatest love. It’s sad, isn’t it? You used to lay in bed, cuddled in each other’s arms, giggling about the thought of little Y/N’s and little Jaemin’s running all over the place.

Fate is cruel. Who would’ve thought that your sister would get wedded to the love of your life? All because of business. Sometimes you wish to be born in another life, where everything is easier and without parents who are watching your every move. Maybe then loving Na Jaemin would be easier.

You have nothing left but your memories with him, clouding your mind every single moment. Every touch, every glance, every word he has spoken to you since the very beginning. That’s all you have, and that’s more than enough. But you can’t help but want more, knowing that Na Jaemin is thinking the same things as you.

[hennaray67]

How to Make a Resume that Stands Out From the Competition

Introduction

Landing a good job is like a dream comes true. But from applying to facing interview is a stressful journey.

But the most crucial step is to get your resume shortlisted by the recruiters, and your resume works a critical role in this. It's the essential document in the journey of your job search. According to James Reed, who is the chairman of recruitment firm REED and author of “The 7 Seconds CV”, recruiters scan a resume in just seven seconds.

So, has your resume that required merit to pass that seven-second speed test?

This is an essential aspect you need to take care of before heading for your dream job search. You have to ensure that your resume attracts recruiters' attention with just one glance. Hundreds of applicants apply to a single job posting, all with their best resumes. Qualifying that speed test, many job seekers spend hours building eye-catching resumes.

So how to make your resume that stands out among a pool of jobseekers?

What the experts have to say

“There is nothing simple or quick about building a powerful resume,” says Jane Heifetz— the founder of Right Resumes and a resume expert. “It doesn’t like that sitting down and hammering it out in just an hour. But you have to think of a resume expert and founder of Right Resumes. “It doesn’t like that sitting down and hammering it out in just an hour. But you need to consider carefully what to say and how to say so that the recruiter thinks, ‘this person is a perfect fit for the position,’” she added further.

According to John Lee— a career strategist from Britain and author of "Knockout CV," after all, it's more than a resume; it's a marketing document.

Heifetz agrees with John, “The recruiter is the buyer, you’re the product, and you need to give them a solid reason to buy you.”

There are plenty of misconceptions and conflicting suggestions out there. While some think that one-pagers do wonder, some recommend putting a summary on the top. But here, in this article, we would guide you to build a resume that will surely win the recruiters’ attention.

Tips for building a resume that stands out from the competition

Start with a persuasive brief

Compel recruiters to dig a level deeper by opening with strong 15-20 words. “They are crucial because that’s what convince recruiters to read more," says Lee. Open with a compelling summary of your expertise. You'll have the opportunity to elaborate them further down your CV and cover letter.

“Keep the opening very short and rich, a brief elevator pitch,” says Heifetz. You have to make it elegantly clear in the summary that you have the potential/needed skills to get the job done. Your brief should consist of your job title or descriptor like ‘DevOps engineer with...’ No matter whether you’ve ever worked as this capacity or not, but the title should exactly match what the recruiter is looking into an applicant.

Make sure you don’t use common phrases or overused clichés—they don’t give a sense of originality, and recruiters get bored reading them.

Be selective

While it may seem tempting to include all jobs, achievements, skills, and qualifications, you should pick the most vital information. Be clear that your CV is a very selective body of content and not a comprehensive one.

“If your resume fails to convince the hiring manager to talk to you, then you should take it out,” says Heifetz. Consider including it as part of your experience only, right along with paid jobs, if it is relevant.

So what about your hobbies or non-job related stuff?

Well, you can mention them but in the right way. According to Lee, readers can be quite tolerant while reading non-job related information, but you have to mind your tone. If the job you've applied is for a more informal company that pays special attention to work-life balance, you can include your hobbies and interest in a line or two.

Keep stuff in the right order.

In case you’re switching industries, avoid including it in your job experience as it may not interest the hiring manager.  As per Heifetz, including the achievement section right after the brief, it works as a bridge between your experience and the specific job requirements. “These are vital points that you need to get across, the compelling stories you want to weave,” she says.  It makes the hiring manager sit tight and say, ‘He/she is the right candidate; I want to talk to him/her.’ And it’s not because of who you are but because of what you have done.

Then, after the accomplishment/achievement section, you should include your employment history and relevant experience. After that, you should list your relevant education. Some applicants include their educational qualification at the top of the resume, but that may be appropriate when applying to educational institutions. But, never do that in a business resume. Make sure to highlight your work experience first and keep degrees at the end.

Make it understandable

Those were the days when it was the practice of creating a one-page resume in which applicants used tiny font size and crammed in the stuff to make it fit. Now, two or three page-resume is considered excellent. But even a page more than that gives a sense that you're lazy enough to summarize your critical details, which is relevant to the job applied.

"I've never found a CV that fits on just one page, even for a fresher. If you want to narrate a compelling story, you need more pages," says Heifetz. You can provide links to your work to supplement what you have mentioned on the page, but make sure to tell in brief about your work so that the hiring manager gets motivated to go ahead. Providing just a URL may not work.

Also, keep the popular font. Don't use unfamiliar fonts — no matter how fancy they are. The ultimate goal should be to make your resume look clean, clear, and elegant.

Talk about your accomplishment, not responsibilities.

“The thumb rule is that 95% of the entire content should tell about your accomplishments,” recommends Heifetz. If you mention, “I handle a team of eight engineers��� doesn’t entice much. But when your resume states that your team won ‘the best team of the year’ award for exceeding targets, it will let your recruiter know that you’re a capable manger.

So, weave stories around this line.  

Tweak your resume for the specific opportunity

Each time you apply, customize your resume for that specific position. “Yes, you can have a foundational resume having impressive content, but you should tweak it as per the job requirements,” suggests Heifetz. Before you apply, it’s essential to gather as much information as you can—search around people who have already worked or working for the organization. Then, make modifications to your resume. Your primary objective should be to get your resume shortlisted.

Align your LinkedIn profile

Your LinkedIn profile is as crucial as your resume. If you haven't created one, get it right away. But avoid copying from your resume as it gives a sense that you're lazy. Also, the LinkedIn profile tone should be a little casual, unlike your resume.

Get help from experts.

If you find it difficult to articulate an impressive resume, you can seek help from a professional resume writer. Alternatively, you can use an AI-powered online resume builder for free to create an eye-catching resume on your own.

To make sure your resume enticingly narrates your story, get it checked, proofread for grammar, spelling, and punctuation.

I hope these tips help you build an impressive resume. I wish you all the best for your job search!

[ecotone99]

[HM] Technically, she's right.

This is an original piece of work... due to the content, grammar has to be PERFECT (you'll understand after reading) so I welcome grammar Nazis with open arms. I'd like to make this longer, but I'm trying to keep it under 1750 words.

Now, I don’t know whether you’ve been in the situation where you’ve just about had enough of people and their woefully inadequate understanding of their intellectual shortcomings, but it was in precisely this situation I found myself about a month ago and it led the series of events I will recount to you now.

I sauntered into the office with a debonair resolve as the proverbial excrement had no doubt collided with the fan and I was damned if I was going to go out in anything other than the finest style. You see, I’d had it to the back teeth with this whole circus of an operation they called an educational institution and, I’ll admit, had not been as diplomatic as I perhaps could have been.

I’d started teaching in the golden days; when an educator was respected as being at the top of his or her field. I never intended to stay long, but it was a decent enough pay cheque to support me while I wrote my novel, and teaching English seemed a logical application of my literary skillset. However, as time moved on I let the comfort of a regular income and decent holidays grow upon me like moss on the inactive stone and the emotional drain I hadn’t quite anticipated seemed to suck the creative life from me. Jaded and cynical my wife called me. Well she would say that wouldn’t she? However, upon further consideration she might have been onto something because, whilst I have never suffered fools gladly, I found myself becoming increasingly short tempered with those unfortunate souls for whom the act of employing logical thought was a daily struggle. Especially those who should know better. I allowed some students to make mistakes as they were learning; their intellectual dwarfism was to be expected, but adults were increasingly beginning to earn my ire. Couple this with the school’s new policy of giving passing grades to students who didn’t earn them and I must admit I was about ready to pack the whole thing in.

The young girl behind the front desk smiled weakly at me. She was obviously in a conundrum over whether or not to feel sympathy. Bright and ferociously good at her job, I had always appreciated her competency; though at this moment she resembled an unwilling observer to an autopsy, as she was shifting uncomfortably in her chair, not knowing what to say or where to look.

“Is he in, Suzie?” I enquired, nonchalantly.

The girl shook her head disapprovingly at me, suddenly amused and baffled at my demeanour. She chuckled, once, then simply nodded and mouthed the words “Good luck.”

I sauntered down the hall and knocked twice courteously on the door as I poked my head into the office. The incumbent at the desk was a middle-aged chap who invariably gave the impression he was one step away from collapsing into a nervous wreck. Robert was the principal of our little institute for the educationally depraved and today he appeared more remarkably harried than usual. He possessed the air of someone whom, upon waking, had discovered a rabid Tasmanian Devil in his sock drawer and that this revelation had somewhat set the tone for his entire morning.

“You wished to see me?” I enquired.

He furrowed his brow and responded in the affirmative, whilst doing his best to look stern. I asked after his general well-being, relating the analogy to the Tasmanian Devil I mentioned earlier but he didn’t seem to take this line of enquiry well, so I spared his delicate constitution and dropped the subject.

“What is this?” he snapped at me, shoving a piece of paper across the desk. I recognised the document of course. It was a standard, typed piece of work and covered almost entirely in red, corrective ink. At the bottom of the offending article was a large letter “F” in a circle with the inscription next to it: “This is a grammatical disaster. See me immediately.”

“It appears to be a corrected piece of literature.” I responded with fake curiosity. “A letter writing exercise if I have spied the original correctly, it is hard to tell under all that red marking.”

Robert snatched back the document and roughly held it up to display my signature in red at the bottom. “YOU did this! WHY did you do this?”

I sat down in a chair and reclined at ease, enjoying the obvious frustration of the besieged man before me.

“Well,” I began, “the piece is supposed to be a letter, however the formatting functions more like a magazine article written by a student in kindergarten. The spelling and grammar certainly matches that demographic only, the sentence structure and content reminds me of a communist manifesto promising the beheading of the bourgeoisie at the hands of the beautiful revolution. The past, present and future tenses are used interchangeably and without discretion. Oh, and in the fourth line she used the word “pacific” instead of “specific” which I, for one, believe should be punishable by death. It was overly long, it was confusing and…”

What else it was I wouldn’t be able to tell him for it was at that point he cut me off. “IT WAS WRITTEN BY A PARENT!” he erupted, throwing the page on his desk which collided with what, I imagine, would have been a most unsatisfying light swish sound rather than the large powerful thump that would have perfectly punctuated his point.

I volunteered that the adult age of the composer only made the errors worse, but it appeared he was more concerned with other issues.

“The fallout of this? It’s going to be huge!” he began, infuriatingly choosing to speak only in sentence fragments. “Already contacted head office. District Director furious. Wants to know what kind of school I’m running. She wants you fired! He wants answers and I want to know what possessed you to mark a piece of correspondence and RETURN IT TO THE PARENT???”

I raised my eyebrows in a non-verbal question as to whether he was through with his little tirade and, after he’d sat back down and picked up a mug of pens he’d knocked over, he took a breath and deflated. You see I’d long since come to the realisation that, after the initial bluster and fight, Robert was actually one to avoid confrontation. He simply didn’t have the stamina for it. The “no failing grades” policy of the school was yet another symptom of his confrontational impotence. The new teaching graduates would cower under that initial first assault of his, but those of us who had been around the traps a bit longer had learned to let him have his little fit and wait it out. Myself, I could foresee even keeping my job so long as I first kept my cool and feigned unshakable confidence.

Still, I decided to take pity on the poor man. I could, after all, see his side of things. I’d landed him squarely in it and he was under pressure from all sides. My acknowledgement of how I’d wronged him, if only indirectly, seemed to calm him further and after a moment of quiet reflection, I imagine he was dwelling upon how a rabid Tasmanian Devil would be preferable to his current situation, he spoke quietly;

“From the beginning.”

I recounted the tale of how a boy had handed me his abomination of a final paper for the semester with a deluge of excuses as to its tardiness and not a hope of any one of them being believable. I marked the paper anyway and gave it a passing grade as per the school policy, with a cutting remark at the bottom that left no question as to my thoughts on his literary style, or lack thereof.

Well it was shortly after I returned this insult to creative writing that I received a letter from the invertebrate’s mother insisting that I change his grade. She argued that I was being unduly harsh and that I should be ashamed of my teaching.

“She should proofread her work before criticising mine.” I concluded.

Robert looked at me with a mixture of horror and awe. We had all received letters like this over the years and it was cathartic to spot the errors in the correspondence when the content was questioning your professionalism. He must have, at some level, dreamed of doing what I had done.

“But why antagonise her like that?” he pleaded.

“Well…” I smiled, recollecting, “In the letter she insists, point blank, that I am wrong. I mean, please? That’s akin to a McDonald’s employee criticising the Sous Chef at ‘Le Jules Verne’. One is simply not in the same league as the other.”

Robert was clearly conflicted. He was infuriated by the arrogance and audacity I had displayed and yet he was still smiling in disbelief. But he wasn’t quite ready to let me off the hook.

“So you marked her letter to prove who was right?”

I chuckled.

“No. I marked her letter because she THEN went on to say her son’s English was no worse than hers.”

He stared at me, then grabbed at the letter and stared at it reading furiously. His eyes widened in complete disbelief alternating between me, then the letter, then back again.

“You know…” he smiled cautiously. “Technically she’s right.”

“Yes…” I affirmed, realising my job was safe once more.

“Apparently she is.”

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