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Me: if I were working with someone on a project, I’d like to be reminded of the deadline early on and often
Me: ~treat others how I’d like to treated, reminding them of the deadline 6 weeks ahead, 3 weeks, 2 weeks ahead~
Them: radiosilence
Me: hey uh, the deadline is next week, can we make sure we’re on the same page about this scientific poster that you’re allegedly first author on before I print it?
Them: radiosilence
Me: okay I’m printing it today, Thursday, just in case something goes wrong, because I need to make sure this poster gets to Barcelona on Tuesday where there is no onsite printing at the conference… what is wrong with you Europe
Them: radiosilence
Them Friday afternoon, before Tuesday morning deadline: oh I didn’t realize the deadline was coming up! Can you send me the poster
Me: ….. okay *sends fifth copy*
Them: Oh here are some (minor, nitpicky, nonsubstantive) edits. They are really important! I have an MD so everything I say matters even though I didn’t lift a finger for all the analyses here! You must make these edits!
Me: it’s kind of late to do that, I already printed, it cost a bunch of money
Them: you sent reminders about the deadline too early!
Me: how about next time instead of sending reminders I kill you
#apparently I don’t communicate effectively by… communicating#these MDs are so fucking full of themselves#im not your nurse practitioner who has to worship you as part of their job#im a scientist and I look down on your memorization based education#and I DEFINITELY look down on your inability to be on time#post to tumblr = scream into a pillow#personal#ughhhh#people are lazy af#‘I was out on vacation!’#… for 6 weeks?
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#life isn't great right now#im angry all the time#im lonely#im bored#im tired#and i don't feel adequately supported which is not my bfs fault or anything it's just that with a full time job he isn't here to help#and most of the inadequate support is on the medical end#my gp is great but i am starting to suspect that the nurse that does most of his correspondence is an asshole who doesn't check my file eve#and just gives me canned answers that often don't make sense
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I HATE THIS BUT ITS ALREADY THREE DAYS LATE AND I CAN’T TRY AND FIX RALPHS STIFF SILLY LITTLE SHOULDERS ANYMORE but anyway yay a modern Charioteer AU for day one of the prompt week🧎🏻♀️ that for some reason i only drew Ralph, Bunny and Nurse Adrian for🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
#I’ll quit my job and come back and draw bad charioteer fanart full time one day guys#but for now have this#the charioteer prompt week#the charioteer#ralph lanyon#tc bunny#nurse Adrian#art#procreate
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#just sent a freaking Karen email in response to my job offer bc they were trying to offer me a crazy low salary when I have a master’s#and relevant work experience like no 🤣🫵#your advertised range for the role was 7k wide and you gave me the lowest possible lmao#fingers crossed they agree to put me up a band or 2 bc the amount they’re offering is workable but not great#although tbf full time is only 36 hours a week (10am to 4pm) and I get over a month of holiday and other perks#so it’s not BAD. but it’s also kind of crap#my sister was like ‘if that’s your salary I can pay your council tax for you’ which just makes me feel like crap bc my sister only makes#nursing salary yknow and I should not be having to rely on my sisters salary when I’m working a professional job at a well known org#ESPECIALLY not after I’ve just worked 4 months unpaid full time to even be able to get this job
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as if today wasn't bad enough on its own with the hour + of crying and migraine and pissy ass immature asshole boss i had to listen to my coworkers (all of whom have kids) talk about how fine it is to hit your kid in the face "as long as it was with an open palm and doesn't leave a mark that lasts for more than 48 hours" so umm. actually i don't even know what to say about that what a deranged way to approach having a child
#i guess former coworker whos now back at nursing school was upset because she hit her kid in the face for not doing some chores or something#and was talking to current coworker who “reassured” her with the above information on how to properly hurt your child#INSANE. GET ME OUT OF HERE#have fun never speaking to your children again as soon as they can gtfo of your control. ask me how i know this will happen#i can't believe i didn't quit today i literally thought i wasnt going to be able to stop crying and it was just going to be a full breakdown#WISH i had quit quite honestly i just looked at my bank account and i have just barely enough for two months rent (and nothing else lmao)#so hypothetically i could quit immediately and have some time to get another job but these goddamn fucking employers are so algorithm pilled#and not actually looking at resumes unless they ping the fucking robot or what the hell ever that idk if i could get even the most shitty#dishwasher job or whatever. i literally would rather wash dishes than put up with this shit#if i do it at a hospital it probably would even have benefits#“get a bachelor's degree” they said “you won't have a hard time finding a job” they said#“nobody wants to work anymore” they said and#“everyone is hiring you just have to apply” they insisted. die#me
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I got invited about to plans that start at 10pm on a Tuesday 🫡
#I have always been the first friend to fall asleep at a sleep over I have always been asleep by 9pm lord pray for me#last night we went out to dinner and got to know our waitress and she said the rest of the staff would love us#gave us two bottles of wine and talked about how this was her second job and her first was being a FULL TIME NIGHT NURSE#first of all ma’am stronger than any US Marine you are worked gods 2 hardest jobs#and she invited us to their girls night out. this is the exact kind of thing that happens to Will but I am already experiencing social#anxiety about it#also this is the gay privledge republicans are always talking about btw#captain’s log#text
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I am very autistic about theology and in particular, hotly debated theology and it is very Interesting that apparently that extends to clown religion 😅 all that to say, I am well And truly obsessed with the mirthful scripture, it is So Good
Do you have any tidbits or fun facts about clown church? Like, are there denominations? How often do the clowns on the blessed come to blows about scriptural interpretation(bc I went to a religious college and it sure did come close like, a lot of times) or anything else you want to share!
I was raised in religion but am in no way a scholar or active practitioner so I'm glad that my weird hybrid clown religion is passing muster lol. As somebody who's mostly going by the Vibes, uhhh, let's see.
I'd assume that yes, there are denominations in a sense, especially out on outpost ships that have little subsets of The Family that aren't directly connected to the main church fleet. We aren't likely to see as much of them in PoF because it's set essentially in the Clown Vatican. Considering this is a religion based on chaos and clownery, it seems reasonable to me that it's less that there are broad denominational categories and more that everybody's kind of doing their own thing. Sometimes there are groups of people who all believe similar things, but I don't know that most of them would be centralized or codified enough to have names like human religious denominations do!
Much like most things in troll society, it's a game of knowing what the people in power will let you get away with. Rakhem, the GHB before Kurloz, was a lot more strict about bloodcolor doctrine, and would actively cull non-purple quadrants of church members if he caught them on board--but he didn't much care about people asking what he considered wishy-washy bullshit philosophy questions about "what if the messiahs were people like us?". His concerns were about spies, traitors, adulteration of the church, etc, and he was incredibly concerned with how the Messiahs had blessed seadwellers with colder blood than him, and also with culling pretty much every lower blood he ran into. Kurloz doesn't comparatively give much of a shit about that! He considers the people who say off-color faithful are fine to be kind of weird and doesn't really agree with them but also doesn't consider their whole deal overtly sinful enough to be worth his notice as long as they're not, like, bringing lowbloods into the flagship chapel as equals right in front of him. But he gives a whole hell of a lot more shits about people who vocally question the divinity of the messiahs or deify trolls.
Anyway all this to say things have relatively settled down over the last several hundred sweeps but I do still think that compared to the religions humans are used to, Clown Church must be pretty constantly in wild flux, and vary a lot from person to person. Relatedly:
Yes there are definitely fights over religious doctrine and scripture interpretation, on a scale from "aggressive slam poetry" to "somebody just got mauled" depending on how mad both people are about it. Sometimes your deviation from the norm is dramatic enough it gets crushed in a bloody inquisition from the Grand Highblood, but sometimes it was just something you thought of that felt true, but when you brought it up in theological discussion you got your ass kicked multiple times over it. And either reconsidered, headed off to a more distant outpost ship where people gave less shits, or learned to keep your mouth shut haha.
#ask time!#on the topic of going against doctrine#I hope everybody is aware that my memory is not great and is largely full of nursing shit for my job so I apologize if I ever-#-say something here that contradicts the fic or vice-versa! I am trying my best out here haha
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My husband is going to work on a side job this evening and I’m being so brave about it
#he said he had a handy enough day in his full time job#so he has the energy at least#but he’s roofing tomorrow so he’ll be exhausted#and soaked#cuz today was the only dry day in this weeks forecast#the oldest is up in the home place farming#and the younger three are in good form#I’ll just shower them and try to get them in bed for half seven#update: 2-4 are showered and in bed#fun fables podcast covered story time for 2and 3 while I nursed 4#1 is home from farming and showering#it is 7:45 and I’m calling this on track
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#I rlly straight up am not a nurturing person#I don’t have like a single caretaking instinct in me#and now I’m taking care of my mom who needs like IV drips and stuff multiple times a day#and it’s temporary (thank GOD)#but like between working and taking care of her I feel like I’m working two full time jobs#and I don’t have the time or energy or desire to even engage in my hobbies#and I’m just so fucking depressed and like about to have a fucking breakdown#I don’t even get to be a person I get to be An Ad Agency Employee and a Daughter Nurse#i fucking hate this so much man I wish there was a single other person who could or would help#but there isn’t#and like it’s not her fault so I’m trying super hard to not let it show how frustrated and depressed I am#but Christ alive#personal#sorry for ranting guys I’m just like in a horrible spot rn
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actually applied for a job im a bit optimistic abt 🙏
#i already applied to the same place over christmas and had a really good phone interview like two weeks ago and then never heard back#but the interviewer really liked me i think and its a good location and i like the sound of this job a lot and its hiring full and part tim#it sounds easy and maybe even fun? ish? it sounds like something i would be good at anyway#basically being a companion to residents at a nursing home#like taking them on their daily walk and keeping them entertained lol#and helping with some educational stuff#i can def do that i used to do it with disabled kids it was super easy and also old people love me lol#as long as they actually hire me lol#this is thr first job i've been excited about in a while#but i was excited about the last one and it was terrible so....lol#but i hope i get it then at least i'll know#and it probably cant be as bad as the last one anyway so i could tough it out for a while until i got something better tbh#but hopefully it will be good#pay isn't the absolute greatest but i could do it for the convenience of the location and a job thag doesn't suck#at least for a while#anyway i hope i get it!! 🙏#this has been a shitpost#anyway before i applied for part time receptionist at the same place and didn't get it but this is a better sounding job#and they're hiring full and part time so possibly multiple positions?#and i have more relevant experience for this one
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Full time nursing jobs offer stability, benefits, consistent hours, career growth, and require strong skills, certifications, and adaptability.
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HEARTBREAKING: girl born to be on the computer forced to have a job
#i want to go hoooome#we have a full afternooooooon pleas. let me go.#i want to BREAK FREE <- quit#heartbreaking: girl who shouldve learned to code is doing a job in a field that doesnt let her be good at the puter#im wasted as a dental nurse honestly i should be an it guy.#meposting#every time we have tech issues and i fix it i get an inspiration point like in baldurs gate
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The feeling of: yeah! I might be getting a proper job, one of those fancy 'life long' careers people talk about!!!
And also the feeling of: but. What do you mean.
#the realisation is hitting. and too fast#I'm going to start FINALLY learning to drive. I'm doing stuff by myself. applying for a job by myself. a fancy full time job at that.#i think realisation hit because i had to go get a bloodtest done by myself. mum was at work and so couldn't hold my hand.#dad was unwilling to go in with me#you know. i surprised myself. i managed to not only converse with the nurse!!! but also not fight her when i saw the needle!!!#and I didn't cry or scream#you may be laughing. but last time. around 5 months ago. i did almost cry and nearly passed out#big steps.#but again. it dawned on me as i was with friends doing regular adult shit. those boring things. or random things that scream middle age#shopping for bedding and having breakfast at the harvester screams mid life crisis. i should not be going through this at my age. alas.#and we drove there whilst listening to Britney spears. again mid life crisis hello???#it has been an accumulation of things where I've realised. holy shit. i was not doing this or thinking about this go back 6 months.#now look at me.#it feels weird moving on. there are so many things i feel like I've been forced to leave behind. a lost childhood perhaps.#i wish I'd had the opportunity to be less scared and anxious as a child.#i think that's a major part of the reason why I'm struggling to move on or let go of some things.#I don't feel like the same person. probably lot's of reasons for that. but somehow that is what makes it worse#thoughts ig#on a worrying note. y'all better watch out for when i get a car. nobody will be safe.
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It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."
You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...
"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"
"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?
"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"
Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.
"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."
As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.
We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.
"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.
I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.
"Very good, one more time for me."
You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.
"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."
The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?
While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.
"I'm - I'm sorry?"
"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."
You stare at me. "Remove my - "
"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.
I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.
I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.
Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."
I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."
Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.
"And spread for us, please."
Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.
"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "
You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...
My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".
The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.
The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.
"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."
The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.
You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"
"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"
You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.
One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.
It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.
The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."
Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."
"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.
You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...
The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.
You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.
"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."
Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.
"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."
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You know what time it is….
* Regardless of whether you like your actual workplace or specific current practice (e.g. if you hold a nursing degree, you work as a nurse even if it’s in an area of medicine or a clinic that you don’t like)
Survey questions adapted from survey issued by the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics.
#tumblr polls#employment#HOW WE WORKING GIRLS GOTHS AND GAYS#no but I’ve been seeing a lot of mutuals complain about sending 10+ job applications out a week and it’s making me wonder#for those seeking a job: best wishes of employment upon ye ✨✨#you got this. you deserve so much more than this.
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