#Vacation Policy

[bitchesgetriches]

hi bitches,

my company has unlimited PTO, and up until recently it seemed to be truly unlimited. I was at 4.5 weeks and asked for another week at the holidays, and found an unwritten "4ish weeks" cap, told to me by my manager (who has to approve it). I was told that I could take the extra week, but I'd have to avoid taking time off early next year. any tips for how to negotiate this? and by negotiate I mostly mean deal with, as I don't have the power to change anything... mostly I'm feeling really annoyed about it and don't really feel like it's fair to call it unlimited and then limit it when I'm getting my work done...

You're right: it's NOT fair. Either PTO is unlimited or it's not. They should make the policy clear.

If you like this job and you want to keep it, then I suggest you give your manager the feedback that the policy is unclear, and it's not fair to enforce it arbitrarily without first making the rules clear.

If you don't care about this job and you're comfortable looking for another one, then I suggest you go slightly riskier and simply ignore your manager. Take the PTO you need and let them figure out how to change the policy if it affects them negatively.

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[hitlikehammers]

on the radio

rating: t ♥️ cw: criminal-levels of softness, love beyond the boundaries of what it even meant to love before the spring of ‘86 ♥️ tags: established relationship, rockstar!eddie, teacher!steve, rockstar husbands, tour dates coincide with summer vacation because Eddie can't sleep without his Stevie thank you for your cooperation with this policy, soul-deep love, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day fourteen: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time (@sharpbutsoft)

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Steve can fucking taste freedom, he swears.

He looks at the list of student records he needs to close out to transfer to the high school before he can pack away the last of his office and sign the hell off for the school year—and start the summer tour cycle with his husband through the Midwest, up and down the East Coast, and then they’re fucking breaking Europe, got signed on to a couple festivals, and Steve is goddamn vibrating with excitement and shit, just: are there parts of your heart that like, fit together? Like bones where they connect and shit, or is it all just one piece?

Steve thinks is more like one piece, but he is gonna go with that it’s more like stitched together or something, just so he can fucking say exactly what he feels, which is that his whole goddamn chest—heart and ribs and lungs and all the other fucking bones and shit there—all of it’s seriously bursting at the seams just with so much fucking pride, okay, because his Eddie’s goddamn made it. This dream of his isn’t just gold records; it’s a plane across an ocean to play for tens of thousands of people who don’t even all speak their language and that’s…that’s just like…

Steve’s so goddamn proud he’s split between wanting to scream about it from the top of the school and maybe sob about it with all kinds of sappy declarations peppered in as he messy-cries, so: bursting at the seams. Heart in his chest so full it’s primed to just explode like a goddamn confetti cannon.

Though time has kind of served as testament to the fact that that sensation’s less exclusively about Eddie’s music, or his success, and more just about Eddie.

Eddie, and loving him beyond the boundaries of any understanding Steve ever had about what it meant to love before the spring of ‘86.

He’s almost through the ‘V’s at the end of his alphabet of names when he notes the time—shit, he almost missed it.

He reaches for tiny radio in the corner of his desk that literally just lives there for the purpose of Eddie and the boys doing interviews on local stations every so often, and tunes it in 93.9.

…elcome to most of the infamous lords of midwestern metal, Corroded Coffin, the DJ’s introducing and good, Steve sighs and flips through his…fifth-to-last folder—just in time, he can listen to the interview the guys are squeezing in before hitting the road, then he can get home while the band’s getting their flight to the first venue in Chicago, they’ve got a couple of days there and he and Eddie are planning to look at some houses; Erica’s out of high school they’re ready to make the leap, and Steve will take the 6:10 flight and head straight to the show like the often do, it should work perfect; it’s great to have you guys back but Jeff, I gotta ask, the maybe most…colorful?

You can say obnoxious, Lenny, if anyone knows, we do, Jeff’s shooting playfully, and Steve snickers, distracted by closer folder-number-five and flipping open number-four.

I would never, the DJ gasps theatrically to laughter, and Gareth’s muted holler almost like he’s here! and then he continues on; that does open the line of inquiry, though: where’s your notorious frontman, Mr. Munson?

Steve’s hand slips on the folder; he barely catches it before it falls to the floor.

Eddie…Eddie’s not, not there?

Steve tries to talk down the adrenaline response that’s never wholly died at the idea of the love of his fucking life gone missing, and worse, the idea of something happening to him while unaccounted for: Jeff was playful. Gareth was teasing. They have to at least have known somethingabout Eddie’s absence, Steve talks down his racing heart to something just a little anxious as he listens for clues, and doesn’t have to mine little hints or anything even, it’s clear and plain:

Eddie’s got a sore throat, so like the diva he is, he’s resting it before showtime, Dougie chiming in and yeah, two points to that: one, the only reason Eddie’d have a sore throat would have been fine by sun-up, yeah, and it was, because Eddie was all sunshine and manic energy when they parted ways that morning, and then two: Steve actually knows these guys well enough to be able to tell when they’re talking out their asses.

And Doug is maybe the worst liar of the three on-air.

Steve’s chewing hard on his Bic, trying hard to keep a level head about this: if anything drastic had happened, he’d have heard, they all have his office number, they all know where he is, it would—

Steve startles when he hears rubber squeaking down the hall outside the office; as far as he knows, though, he’s the only person here—everyone else takes at least a week free from this place after classes end, but Steve has a timeline, and a flight to catch, so y’know: sacrifices must be made and whatnot.

He barely gets to turn in his chair to consider getting up to check when the culprit and his perpetually-trashed Reeboks skids to a halt in the doorway.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie beams at him, a little breathless, hair a fucking mess but smiling so big, those dimples popped so deep: shit, if Steve’s heart hadn’t been quick already, that’d fucking do the trick.

“Eddie,” Steve stands, and meets him in the middle where Eddie’s already crossing to him, kissing him immediately and hungrier than the maybe-five-hours since the saw each other really fucking merits. “What, you, why aren’t you at the station?”

Eddie’s eyes flick to the radio as he clocks the question and of all the reactions Steve could predict from him, the fake-sheepish grin with the glimmering fucking eyes?

Probably could have guessed that one.

“I forgot something.”

“You forgot something?”

“Yeah, something important,” he nods fervently and Steve frowns.

‘Babe, you could have called, I’m meeting you at the arena, I could drop it with security if needed to,” he offers, argues: but not really, and not like it fucking matters, because here Eddie is, and the boys were planning to run straight to the airport from the interview, both of which are in the city but Steve’s not, and Eddie’s gonna have to be fucking quick, here, if he doesn’t want to be late for his goddamn flight; did he already swing by the house for whatever it is he needs, it—

“Nope,” Eddie pops the denial like a bubble; “can’t leave it with security.”

Steve squints at him, because now it’s a puzzle. Now it’s Eddie being…kind of a little shit.

And Steve doesn’t even begrudge him the momentary panic before; he’s too adorable. Steve’s too fucking in love.

And now he’s curious.

“You kissed me goodbye.”

“Oh, always,” Eddies almost offended by the suggestion he could have forgotten that. As in: ever.

“Said you loved me.”

“Bigger than the universe,” Eddie says exactly what he came up with that morning, like he does every morning, some new outlandish way to describe the scope of his affections and Steve rolls his eyes but eats it up every fucking time; “and the universe is always expanding so I love you bigger than what it’s expanded to since this morning, too.”

Steve can’t help but kiss him for that, because; well.

Because.

“What the hell else then?” Steve asks, because Eddie has a fucking timeline here and then his husband’s grin stretches slow, and sly, and then he’s drawing Steve in, and kissing him deep, licking as far as he can reach and wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist tight, knocking him a little off balance by design and Steve goes with it, because he fucking loves it, and then—

“Goddamnit, Edward,” Steve growls between them into Eddie’s shit-eating fucking grin as he smacks Steve’s ass, again, and keeps his hand there to squeeze while he pecks at Steve’s lips with feeling.

“It’s good luck, baby, for the journey!” Eddie protests between kisses. “It would curse the whole shebang if I left without showing the appreciation duly accorded to a goddamn masterpiece,” and then he leans in and goes deep one more time, draws a moan out and drags it slow from Steve’s lips before breaking away to declare emphatically:

“Unthinkable.”

And Steve…Steve fucking loves this man bigger than the whole expanding fucking universe or whatever, so he kisses him back until Eddie’s the one moaning, then pushes him away, kinda hard.

“Get out of here, you fucking lunatic,” but then he’s quick to drag Eddie back for one last kiss to mouth against him: “have a safe flight, I’ll see you tonight.”

And Eddie smiles against him, and makes to actually listen, but.

Not before Steve slaps that ass as it makes its way out the door.

Turnabout’s fair play.

Or whatever.

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[xeniawarriorprincesa]

So im a born and raised Floridian and dont bat an eye at a majority of hurricanes or tropical storms but this one is actually looking to be a threat this time. Please think of your Floridians this week. We are about to get a direct hit and some models showing possibility for a Cat 4.

[rosalesbeausderholle]

People would call you communist for this (lol) but the solution for the housing crisis we have all over is to set a minimum and maximum price per square meter that you can rent/sell a place for and that maximum price per meter should be adjusted so that it never exceeds a specific reasonable percentage of local salaries. Also, governments should be tougher on places not being fit to rent. No, you shouldn't be able to rent anything less than 45m² as 'a flat', that's either a room or a storage unit.

[ponderosapineneedles]

New job is good but EXTREMELY time consuming. Such is the nature of selling your labor under capitalism I guess, it demands as much of your time as you are able or willing to give

[todaysromano]

10.02.2023

Today, Romano had to deal with all the paperwork he hadn't dealt with while on vacation.

[ame-to-ame]

public transit... *collapses to the floor*

[divinekangaroo]

hooray group work partner did something

[lesbiankoby]

guh. requesting a shit ton of time off.

[floraleevee]

The international carnivorous plant society is having their meeting in Austria this year and I want to go so bad 🥲 I’ve been wanting to do a solo euro trip for years and this would coincide with my main interest. It could also be a great way to network with botany/ecology professors in Europe since I’ve all but decided that, should I do a phd, it’ll be in a program abroad.

But on the other hand, I dislike a large portion of the carnivorous plant community that’s super active on social media. At least, those here in the u.s. I don’t want it to just be a bunch of assholes who promote unsustainable practices (if I read someone say “seed grown is ALWAYS better than tissue culture” one more time, the muscles holding my eyeballs in place might rip from how hard I’m rolling them) and have price gouged the market the past 4 years. I want it to be an academic conference, but I’m worried it won’t be that.

Also. Money. I’m hoping to move into a new position by then that’ll pay better, but spending that much money on a holiday seems so irresponsible.

[klickklackwack]

i feel like i’ve lost the plot for this january tbh

- been sick for over a ten days

- antibiotics for pneumonia scare and sinusitis

- urticaria and horrid muscle cramps because of the antibiotics

- four doctors in eleven days and more incoming because my back is also fucked now

- guilt for missing so much work

- 14 days until i’m flying to a vacation that i now feel like i do not deserve

yikes x 100

[hmsharmony]

I have a 3-day weekend getaway planned for this weekend but a rebuttal brief due the following Tuesday (only announced by the government last week 🫠). So now I’m trying to figure out how to tell the partner and reassure him I can drop everything and work while I’m away so he doesn’t tell me I have to cancel. I just want to go to the lake and play with my friends!!!

[anaalnathrakhs]

oh no oh no oh nooooo my aunt invited me to a waterpark this summer what do i do

[lt-sarai]

I watched one video of some youtuber spending hundreds of dollars on clothes at a ren faire and was immediately depressed, so I went and cleaned my bedroom (bc otherwise I would have spent literally the entire rest of the day sitting on the couch spiralling further into depression)

and then J comes home early, quite literally shaking with fever and unable to stand. It was like one of those fanfic moments where partner A is doing something mundane and partner B walks up to them with a grievous injury and A has to drop everything to take care of B.

Except this is the real world and I was sweaty and my feet hurt so as soon as I had him undressed, medicated, and in bed, I took a shower, heated a can of soup, and texted my friend to bring us a covid test and some alka seltzer.

Side note: Get you a friend who will bring you a covid test and some alka seltzer, but also 3 different vitamin gummies, 2 different kinds of cough drops, and - for no reason other than it was the largest measuring cup he'd ever seen and decided we needed to have it - a 1 quart glass measuring cup.

So anyway, J has Covid.

[daughters-of-liberty]

Going to a family-friendly water park this weekend gave me an appreciation for two things:

Waterparks that are adult only.

Those leash harness things for kids.

I thought both concepts were for people who hated kids, whether it be their own or other people's children.

Now I know it is for people who like calm, and order, respectively.

[thepoetrytheorist]

If you love Disney, its parks, its media, and its merch, listen up.

So I work for Disneyland, and we are talking about striking very soon. So soon, in fact, that we've been hosting rallies just outside of the parks. Yesterday was the 69th birthday of Disneyland Anaheim... it was also a monumental rally.

I haven't seen anyone on tumblr talking about the impending strikes against Disney. Not even going through the Disney tags or searching tumblr for "Disneyland Strike."

Let's talk about why we're striking:

Cost of living in the immediate SoCal region is nearly 2x as much as we are getting paid.

Cast members that have worked for the company for long periods of time are still paid as mucha s new hires.

Disney has showed up to union negotiations with insulting offers, including at 25 cent raise. Most cast members make $19.90

Disney rarely schedules you. In some areas and departments, you are fighting with your fellow cast members for hours. I have heard of cast members who are only scheduled for 1 4-hour shift per week. Many of those cast members have upwards of an hour commute to and from work.

Disney Admin has told attractions castmembers [so: rides, rollercoasters, and anything fun you get to do and see at the parks] that we are losing them money, which is why they refuse to schedule us and pay us. In the words of my partner, who also works at the parks, Disney without attractions is an over glorified mall and a food court. Disney needs us, and they know it, but they do not respect us.

Disney has an unfair attendance policy. It can be very difficult to get a needed day off, even when it has been requested weeks or months in advance. When you do take a day off [with-out accrued sick or vacation time] it counts against you. You can have 3 a month, 6 in 90 days, 9 in 180 days, or 12 in a year. How do you accrue sick/vacation? Hours worked, which can be impossible with the scheduling practices mentioned above. (Most cast members trade shifts among themselves to get around this.)

Cast members feel unsafe and unsupported in the parks. Many cast members have felt threatened by entitled guests upset that they are following policy. Disney Leads and Managers have to say yes to these guests and make things happen, though. [Which only makes this behavior worse and more dangerous for cast members who are only doing their job.]

Cast members also report feeling threatened, or even being literally threatened, by management in the parks. Especially cast members who have a second job. Especially cast members who know their rights.

Further, cast members work in hazardous conditions with pay that does not reflect that. Many cast members report losses of hearing, sore throats, and severe back and shoulder pain. Cast members are also exposed to infectious diseases at a much higher rate.

https://www.sfgate.com/disneyland/article/union-button-contract-dispute-19515296.php?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR2u5o_mvU3i6jpIyHxBUZpEzD2GRSKFf5Pem4uRXqa6vKWDgZuffvINd1g_aem_AA1L0fI1phugJIluYMcDSw