#at a job site i was at they asked my supervisor if i was old enough to be on site and their age cut off was 16

[zerofuntimes]

why do people always think im a child? my eyes convey a sense of world weariness only a 20 something could possess and yet people still without fail think im like 16

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Your Shift is Not Over

"Goddamn, I'm exhausted," Brad groaned, using a glove to mop the sweat off his brow.

"It's hotter than hell out here," Ricky chimed in, "You know, we never got sunburnt when we used to work in the office."

"Yeah, that accounting job was really nice," Brad's voice was laced with a twinge of regret, "We were making the big bucks back then too. Weren't we?"

"But office jobs are for pansies," Ricky automatically blurted out, and Brad affirmed the sentiment.

"Yeah, real men do hard labor. Real men do construction," his voice relayed the phrase robotically.

The tired duo tossed their gear aside and collapsed on the side of the road. They had given away their fancy sports cars earlier that week, per the suggestion from their new boss. Now they were completely dependent on the guy for rides to and from the job site.

"How long do you think he'll be today?" Ricky asked Brad.

"I don't know man. The boss is always late to pick us up," Brad growled, barely concealing his frustration.

"The boss is a good man," Ricky suddenly announced, "He deserves our respect."

Brad's eyes glazed over and he added, "The boss is our superior. He deserves our respect."

The pair shook their heads to clear the sudden fogginess that overtook them. Their contradicting thoughts were starting to confuse them, but they knew they weren't supposed to talk about that with each other.

"Is your ex still giving you crap," Ricky asked to fill the silence as they waited.

"Nah, she just kept on calling after I broke off the engagement, but the boss was right," he paused, "She was a waste of time."

"Makes sense. My parents kept trying to talk to me after we quit our old jobs. I think they were worried, but I cut them out of my life," Ricky's face slackened, "The boss is the only family I need."

Brad and Ricky continued to make small talk as they baked on the side of the road until an old truck finally rolled around the corner and stopped in front of them.

"Get in, boys," the boss rasped between puffs of his cigarette.

"Yes, boss," they both affirmed with wide eyes. They got to work piling their tools in the back before finally collapsing into the dusty seats.

"You boys work hard today?" the boss called from the front, "Need to make sure your not slacking."

"Yes, boss. We didn't break once and got ahead of schedule," Ricky straightened up and reported mechanically.

"Good, the client will pay me a bonus if you two get that crap done early," the boss chuckled, "I've got another job for you two today."

"Another job? We're exhausted!" Brad whined as his eyes fluttered shut.

The wheels screeched as the boss slammed the brakes. His wrinkled eyes glared at the two tired workers from the rearview mirror.

"You aren't tired, boy."

"I'm not tired," Brad corrected himself.

"You are excited for any opportunity to make me money."

"I am excited for any opportunity to make you money."

"You will not speak back to me again."

"I will not speak back to you again," Brad repeated, his eyes were glazed over the entire time and saliva began sliding down his open mouth.

"...and Ricky!"

"Yes, boss!" Ricky jumped, suddenly afraid of the power this man had over his friend. He couldn't recall ever seeing just how terrifying their new boss was.

"You will punch him in the balls anytime he bad mouths me."

"I will punch Brad in the balls anytime he badmouths you," Ricky moaned, suddenly realizing that Brad was the one in the wrong for disrespecting the boss.

"Alright, get out," the boss barked, "We're here. You boys are on garbage duty."

Ricky and Brad quickly gathered their bearings and climbed out of the truck before their boss hit the gas and sped off. They trudged through the landfill in search of the supervisor who would put them to work.

"Did I fall asleep in the truck back there?" Brad asked, "I think I was out of it or something."

"I don't know," Ricky wasn't too sure what happened during the drive himself.

"I'm not tired anymore, and I'm happy to make him more money," Brad stated blankly, and then shook off the trance and added, "But he could've given us a break. The old fart can be a real pain in the ass!"

Before Brad knew what was happening, Ricky's arm came flying into his crotch. "What the...!" he cried and crumpled to the dirt. "What was that for!" he squealed in agony.

Ricky was standing over him, looking at his fist in confusion. Then a look of calm came over his face as he said "I'll punch you in the balls anytime you bad mouth the boss."

Ricky eventually shook off the hypnotic conditioning and helped his buddy to his feet. Together they shuffled through the garbage and began their second shift in a long day of work. The summer sun beat down on the landfill, baking the odors into pair of bluecollar workers, but they didn't care or notice.

This job was much better than that cushy office job they got degrees for. Brad and Ricky didn't care about their paychecks anymore. They didn't care about much of anything aside from their boss. Thank God that guy stopped them on their way to work a week ago. If he hadn't talked them out of it, they'd still be sitting in designer suits on the tenth floor of that iron tower.

Everyday, the creepy old man erased more and more of Brad and Ricky's thoughts and personalities. Their heads were eventually filled entirely with thoughts he planted in their. They woke up, worked, lived, ate, and breathed manual labor. That was all he needed them for, so that's all they did.

[takami-takami]

Okay this is long but RANT ABOUT MY JOAB.

The more people I talk to about the situation, the more I realize that my supervisor just did not care to teach me.

She told me to "run a workshop" (i have literally no idea what they looked like) and gave me no oppurtunity to shadow someone, so when the one I came up with from my own brain flubbed, i didnt know what to do. Because I am not a fucking social worker yet! I have no idea what the fuck a workshop is!!!

What do you MEAN that's my fault, that's not my fault! I came up with one out of my ass because I repeatedly requested and asked for you to please please please clarify what you mean and give me an example and you refused and told me to just do it. You gave me "old example slides" that show nothing but bullet points that the person was using as a visual guide; I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THIS.

So when it came time to do it in a mock workshop with you and the social worker on site, and I had anxiety and cried, how was I blamed for that? You were scrolling on your phone the whole time anyway! Tf was I supposed to do?! YOU NEVER TRAINED ME AND TOLD ME TO MAKE SOMETHING UP!!!!

But honestly. It sucks sooooo bad. I talked to multiple people about this and they said they would cry too like ?????

I ASKED to shadow someone. You said you would let me shadow someone first, then forgot, and said "that's not happening"

I even tried explaining. "I have my slides and activity ready to go, but I do NOT know what kind of behaviors to do when running a workshop. I have never seen one before, so I do not know what behaviors to do or how to act." And she looked at me like i was stupid.

BITCH THIS IS YOUR JOB!!! YOU ARE OFFICIALLY CLASSIFIED AS MY "INSTRUCTOR".

And during supervision, I had to repeatedly say, "listen, the supervision form says I need to discuss this with you" and she would shoo me away. Until i read the actual questions one by one saying, "Discuss with your supervisor xyz" so she would know i could not answer it on my own bc who else am i supposed to discuss with?!

She made me work the front desk and make coffee. HOW DOES THAT HELP ME WITH SOCIAL WORK

For god's sake, she told me to come up with resources for their page during one of the times I expressed that we should probably address clients needs in a more substantive way and she said "use the internet" when I asked how exactly I was supposed to locate these services

She told me multiple people have complained to her about the personalities at the annex like YOU THINK!?

It's like. Your mission says you do all these things for clients but the rooms are literally completely silent here. The only reason clients come is to sit in the lounge and drink free coffee and do their homework. That is literally all.

And she would just be on her fucking phone like wheeeeere is the service? Are you taking this seriously at all? Because you're supposed to be a fucking social worker.

Their "connecetion to resources" is just pamphlets on the front desk and links on their canvas page that you need an INVITE to get access to. And it only has the fucking state 2-1-1 information. Remote and travelling students have complained MULTIPLE TIMES how unsupported they are by the university, that's a need there. ADDRESS IT.

Like. Does anyone even KNOW about these "peer consult" services? Like genuinely, do they, because the sample learning contract you gave me from a previous student barely mentioned peer consultation at all. And peer consult isn't social work either. Social work is a fucking academic profession, not a volunteer program.

Like genuinely what the FUCK do you do to reach disenfranchised populations? WHERE IS THE SOCIAL SERVICES? Like you're combatting food insecurity for the ten fucking people who drop in a day by giving free snacks and lunches i GUESS. But like genuinely what the fuck else?

It's lazy. It's stupid. NO ONE is going to actually bring up criticisms to you in your stupid fucking check in form because they came here to study and don't have time for that. It's YOUR job to conduct focus groups or needs assessments or DEDICATED SURVEYS with the clients.

And the fact that she had the AUDACITY to ask me if I would be comfortable "walking up to people and asking if they need help" when I mentioned micro work. Yeah, okay, let me walk up to Bill and he'll tell me "yes actually I need help with finding housing assistence given my current landlord is upping the price of rent and I cannot afford it with my new expenses of adopting a dog. Can you refer me to pet food banks and housing assistence programs? Thanks a bunch!" NO THEY'RE GONNA FUCKING SAY "i'm fine thank you :)"

IT'S SO STUPID!!!!!

[piastrinorris]

thanks to @pollenallergie i haven't stopped thinking about older!tom grant for days now, and while any fics i could write about him need to be put on the backburner for now (there's one that's been in the pipeline for a While now), here's some headcanons of my interpretation of what lil tommy g is like as an adult:

(under the cut bc long)

(also as i'm writing this i may or may not be planning fics that happen at each stage of the timeline)

(also x2 before any of u weirdos start hopping into my ask box, this is in no way trying to overshadow cassie's version of him, i'm just throwing my own ideas into the void. i love cassie's tom, and then in a separate universe, i can have my tom, too. also he's p much every guy i've ever pulled except he's way more romantic than any of my exes, so this is more self-catharsis than anything else LMAO)

okay so tom's timeline post-canon:

after his lil summer gigs at the caravan park, he moved back up north to derby and got a job at a construction company that's owned by an old family friend, like his dad's childhood best friend. it was always a given, even when he wanted to pursue a life living down in cornwall, he just couldn't stop associating the whole place with ruth and heartbreak and all manner of things that weighed heavy on his heart. and fuck that, right? he's got his whole life ahead of him!

he spends his first few years as a legal adult the way all british lads do - by spending at least two nights a week at some kind of pub, bar or nightclub. he can pull, of course, but the convenience of still living with his parents gives him an excuse to put off going any further with anyone. cassie's anon who suggested bi tom, i'm kissing you so hard on your forehead rn bc he'd literally spend like almost a year being just shy of his Hoe Phase, making out with anyone who wants to, regardless of their gender, but only while he's at the club, he never lets himself go further.

until that one night when his parents are away and his mates know full well that he's got no excuse and they're very obviously egging him on. (this would probably be the first fic in the series)

he moves out from his parents' place into a flat with a friend he's made outside of work, and that's when his lil slut era truly begins. (maybe a series of blurbs for this?) he lives with a friend he's made outside of work (any gender, it's not relevant bc bi!tom and his flatmate are 100% Best Buds For Life but also if neither of them find anyone worth pulling on a night out, they'll go back to the flat and fool around together anyway)

in his working life, tom absolutely thrives at the construction company. mostly bc he's known the workers his whole life, so he can have plenty of banter with them, but also, more importantly, he knows just enough IT skills to be able to help the owner with digitalising all the admin stuff. this means tom rises the ranks to supervisor pretty quickly, and everyone loves little Boy Wonder himself. he hates being in the office though, he's always out on site wherever the company's got jobs going. he's hands-on, he wants to help, he doesn't want to be a Big Boss Type

okay, from now on, this is the part in tom's life where he meets you, the person who ends up as his endgame. so this is a different character to those i might write about in his hoe phase, probably time skip a few years of tom taking a break from slutting it up and just casually dating until he knows exactly what he wants to give and take from a relationship.

and then he meets you. it's summer, and your work bestie has invited you over to her place to meet her boyfriend and her non-work friends for the first time. you're a little nervous, but you remember that she has a dog, so if all else fails, you can just go full Party Dog mode and switch everyone else off

it's not that you don't like her friends from outside of work, you just have way less in common with them than you do her, and it feels awkward trying to put yourself in conversations without her there, and she's all over this new fella of hers, so you go to your failsafe to find that someone else has had the same idea as you

tom's come along as support for his best friend, who's dating your work bestie. however, since the boyfriend is being walked like a dog around the whole party being introduced to everybody, tom isn't as sociable and was promised there'd be a Party Dog there, so he's gone looking, himself.

you guys bond v quickly over being Party Dog People, spending the night narrating different groups as though you're david attenborough and taking it in turns to let the dog comment in silly voices you both make up for it

stupidly, you don't get his number, or even his last name. one thing you'd learned about him is that he doesn't really use social media, which you can tell from the instagram account you find from several hours of snooping lightly browsing, which was last updated when he'd gone on a lads' holiday to ibiza several years ago, and only features group shots in which he's tiny and his face is mostly obscured with sunglasses. which means you've got to try and convince your work bestie to invite you somewhere that her boyfriend's friends are gonna be, too

thankfully, this is nice n easy, bc tom's been planning the exact same on his end. you guys get so lost in conversation all night that you almost forget to ask for his number, until you're rolling down the window in the back of the Uber you've ordered and he's hanging halfway through it to make sure he studies the screen so that he can make sure that everything he thinks he's saying matches up with what he actually is

the Uber driver gets a little peeved about this and is like "listen mate just get in so i can drive off" and tom sheepishly complies, ending up riding all the way home with you. you'd feel rude if you didn't invite him in, though a little part of you is sad that tom's just probably gonna be another one night stand bc you really liked him. you get another drink for the two of you once you're inside, he suggests the two of you watch something for a bit for some background noise. naturally, you cuddle up, and that leads to kissing - a lot of kissing. but he doesn't try it on any further. you both end up falling asleep on the couch until you wake up to the sight, sound n smell of him making himself home in your kitchen, cooking you breakfast

you guys have this sort of, slightly more than friends, not exactly friends with benefits, relationship that he isn't out here jumping the gun trying to define, so neither are you. you're trying to stay casual with it, to keep up with him, even though your work bestie keeps pushing you for more bc she doesn't believe that that's just what you guys are, but she's not making any hints that tom's suggested taking things further, and so neither will you. (would it be an rj fic if there wasn't a comedy of errors thanks to basic miscommunication? lol)

either a significant amount of months pass, or valentine's day approaches, and tom gets you a gift. it's not any big grand gesture, but it's something that v much pertains to something you really love. a hobby, an interest, some silly little objectification of an inside joke) you feel bad, of course, and he insists that he's just a gift giver by nature, it wasn't done with the intention of getting anything back. but after many minutes of bargaining, he relents and allows you to invite him over for a homecooked meal. this is when you guys talk it all out, explain that both of you have felt a Spark but didn't want to Assume so you'd been dialling it back to protect your friendship with each other. naturally: tom ends up spending the night, but not a lot of sleeping happens, if you catch my drift

now in terms of what the dynamic is with you and older!tom:

he's still the menace he was in his younger days. you head into the office to give him the lunch he forgot to make bc he'd been running late too busy eatin something ELSE amiRIGHT and his coworkers tease you for being so in love that you'll bend over backwards for him and you know as soon as they've said that, that any second tom'll be leaning in once they're looking the other way to mutter in your ear about how you certainly were bent over backwards for him last night

speaking of, remember how he hated being in the office? not once he starts dating you. any excuse he can get to have you in there with him, whether his colleagues know or he's snuck you in, he's there

i also think that. okay i'm also co-opting @mypoisonedvine's idea of tom having a housewife kink, but hear me out. so, you know there's that saying, if you joke about a kink long enough, you'll end up into it? i think something similar-but-not-really happens to tom. where he works with a bunch of older men with "traditional" values, they're always making jokes about being in trouble with the missus, or about whether he can't stay after work bc you've got the dinner on and you're expecting him home. and tom isn't afraid to call them out on it, to tease them right back that it sucks for them that their partners aren't into them, but he's just built different. but the more he vocalises against being into the idea of you being a stay-at-home wife, the more taboo it becomes. which means the sexier that idea becomes. which means soon enough, he's dreaming about you, looking after the house while he makes sure he can look after you. it becomes obvious after a while that he's got a specific fantasy in mind for you, so he eventually tells you, and you're into it, too. especially considering construction pays pretty decently once you're up the ladder like tom is, technically you're one let's do it away from making your fantasy a reality. but there's just something about sensationalising something so easily obtainable, but not giving into it, that makes it all the more exciting for you both

i don't think either of you fully make your minds up about whether you want to start a family or live the dink (double income, no kids) life forevermore and use your money to spoil each other. i think you guys spend most of your twenties and maybe some of your early thirties just enjoying life, travelling the world, indulging yourselves, until eventually you settle down. a lot of yours and tom's friends, especially the ones who have already started families of their own, question why you wouldn't want to start young, grow up with your kids, and then enjoy your later years without the responsibility. but you and tom have talked it through, and his mindset has always been that you don't stop being a parent once the kid hits 18, and that he's always thought life was for living, not for saving up for a future that never ends up coming because you're forever saving up for it

i've written way more than i initially intended to LOL but yeah, i might make this something? i might not? idk. but this is my tommy. <3

[the-quasar-hero]

My job has a lateness form we’re supposed to fill out if we’re late; this, I feel, is an arbitrary and meaningless exercise as we already have protocol to email our supervisor(s) if and when we’re late. We include the date and time we’re entering the site, opposed to our expected arrival time. This lateness form is not only more writing for us to do but we’re expected to fill it out immediately upon arrival. We work with kids so standing around filling out a lateness form while we’re already late is, quite frankly, a massive waste of time. This has been implemented recently though and I’m lucky enough to live close to my job, so I’m hardly ever late. But my supervisor’s supervisor is now replying to my old lateness emails from last year when the lateness form didn’t exist and is asking me to fill it out for those days. I could see the issue if these latenesses happened in January but they were in October and November. I can’t reasonably ascertain a point in retroactively filling out a form for that. Different pay period, different semester, different year. What’s the point

[anotherworldnowblog]

9

ON THE DEATH OF CHIEWELTHAP MARIAR

(the following text was originally published and distributed in the first months 2023 as the final section of Service Notes #2, a zine written and edited by Chicago baristas and published for Chicago baristas and food service workers. This second issue included two personal essays from food service workers, one poem by an ex-barista, stills from Christian Marklay’s “The Clock,” selected poems by the poet-worker, Xu Lizhi, as well as the following journalistic and theoretical essay)

My friends, it pains me beyond expression to inform you that one of our own has fallen. Chiewelthap Mariar, a 26 year old Sudanese refugee and UFCW member at District Local 2, was killed in Guymon, Oklahoma on January 9th. He was murdered in cold blood by police on the shop floor after his supervisor called the cops to the meatpacking plant where he worked. Our union brother was shot dead at work, by the police, and our union representatives can unfortunately do little more than call for a federal investigation. A coworker of Mariar, who was fired for filming Mariar’s final moments, spoke to press:

“The worker claimed Mariar was fired from his job by a supervisor but was told by human resources to finish his shift. The worker said the supervisor who fired him [then] confronted Mariar on the shop floor after he was fired, and police arrived soon after to escort Mariar from the site. Seaboard Foods did… not refute this characterization of the situation. ‘I witnessed the entire thing, from when they started arguing with him until he was shot,’ said the worker. ‘He had a company-issued band-cutter in his hand. When the police got to the plant, the guy was already working, minding his own business.’ The worker provided cell phone footage leading up to and following the incident, where Mariar can be seen… working around other employees and being confronted by officers on the shop floor. The worker claimed employees were told to keep working after the incident occurred. ‘I worked in maintenance. All they had us do was cover the scene with plastic, and we proceeded to finish what was on the production line,’ the worker added. ‘This company fired me for recording the truth they were trying to brush under the mat. They never asked me if I was OK. It was my first time seeing a guy get killed – and then I get fired.’”[1]

Chiewelthap Mariar should still be here. Just like Tyre Nichols[2] should still be here, just like Adam Toledo,[3] and just like Tortuguita.[4] Our union brother, a worker, a 26 year old black man with his whole life before him, was cut down at his place of work while carrying out his assigned duties. His own boss made the telephone call that ended his life. And his union, our union, could not save him. Those workers who witnessed this heinous act didn’t even get the day off. Without the pressure of militant, radical, rank and file self-activity, the union officials can hardly do more than cry out, “Justice!” They are legal entities, state entities, and they have rules they must abide by if they wish to exist the next day. An investigation may come and some restitution pay may too. But if it comes, it will come too late.

In history, especially at its most critical hinge points, the workers are sometimes called to go beyond the limits of their union counterparts. But most of the time they simply want to get by. History is always calling us towards a greater bravery and a higher mode of living together, sometimes more loudly than other times, and yet more often than not we do not heed this call; we often can hardly hear it even when we try. The dire consequences for acting shine with the unmistakable clarity of the present and the promise of transcending that present can only be faintly discerned through the opaque mist of the future. So the workers look away and they finish their shift. And the union officials breathe a sigh of relief. This regrettable fact is not hard for us to understand. This is one side of the union. And these are the conditions of employment in America. We live in a country where you can be shot dead on the job for the crime of holding the tools of your trade. Killed because of a bureaucratic mix up, a Brazil-esque inconsistency in official instruction. And we know that in this country, being caught in such a mix up is all the more unforgivable in the eyes of the capitalist state if you are black.

Higher wages will not stop them from killing us.[5] Legally recognized bargaining power within a single company will not halt global pollution. It cannot stop war. And we are running out of time; we can all feel it. But the union is only hopeless when looked at as an end. This is not an end, but a beginning. The union can be the means by which we discover something about ourselves and about this world: that we are unfathomably more powerful together, that we don’t need the boss, that the new world exists right here in the old; the union can be the means by which we discover all of that, so long as we are open to finding it.

And this brings us to that other side of the union. It is more or less a hack “ultraleftist” talking point to say that the union is a capitalist institution. Anyone who thinks about it can understand that this is basically true. The union facilitates our smoother integration into the capitalist system. But at the same time, it is also the exact opposite. The union is the living embodiment of the cooperation, solidarity, and bottom up power that will become the basis for whatever better world comes next. The union is the form in which we combine our strength to take on the gods of this world; it is one rung in the ladder we build as we prepare to finally storm heaven itself.[6] Our very existence as a union, anytime we coordinate our activity, this is the living proof that a better world is possible. One day, this same cooperation and coordination will be generalized and it will be our only law. So we struggle for our union, even knowing that it will not save us today. We struggle anyway.

We build up strength and we gently nudge our friends awake because now is not a time for sleep. To sleep now is to die and let die. Chiewelthap Mariar was killed by the police at his job, in uniform, on the production line, and was represented in negotiations with his employer by UFCW District Local 2. What would you do if he was one of our coworkers? What would we do? We cannot sleep, we cannot go numb. Some day, perhaps sooner than we think, we will be presented with a choice: turn our heads away and go back to work or stare reality in the face and act with bravery, breathing new life into that dusty, dented, old word: solidarity.

NOTES

[1] Excerpts clipped from a recent Guardian piece: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2023/jan/20/oklahoma-pork-plant-seaboard-foods-chiewelthap-mariar

[2] Tyre Nichols was stopped and beaten within inches of his life by Memphis Police on January 7th, 2023. He died from his injuries on January 10th. He was a talented skateboarder and photographer.

[3] Adam Toledo was a 13 year old boy who was murdered by Chicago Police on March 29th, 2021. His hands were raised high above him when the police opened fire.

[4] Tortuguita was a 26 year old, queer, environmental and anti-police activist who was assassinated by police in Atlanta, Georgia on January 18th, 2023. They were a militant defender of the forest, a genuine revolutionary, and a loving friend and partner to all who knew them.

[5] Fred Moten: “The coalition emerges out of your recognition that it's fucked up for you, in the same way that it's fucked up for us. I don't need your help. I just need you to recognize that this shit is killing you, too, however much more softly, you stupid motherfucker, you know?” See The Undercommons: Fugitive Planning and Black Study

[6] Karl Marx referred to the Paris Commune of 1871 as “storming heaven” in his book of working class history, The Civil War In France

[automatismoateo]

Is using the Lords name in vain in a workplace equal to making derogatory comments &amp; religious discrimination? via /r/atheism

Is using the Lords name in vain in a workplace equal to making derogatory comments & religious discrimination? I'm just after some advice & info about how to deal with this situation? I'm in Australia. My main question, is saying the Lord's name in vain in the workplace if there is a Christian around equal to Making derogatory comments or taunts about religion & religious discrimination? & please let me know if I should post it in a more suitable subreddit? In our workplace I'm a supervisor we have a mid 50yr old male operator who is a "born again Christian", self proclaimed "ex tough guy", says he has "dangerous friends", he's extremely sensitive, takes offence to everything, constantly getting in arguments & 'fights' with people, thinks the world revolves around him, everyone is out to get him & is not the sharpest tool in the shed... He has a big problem with people who say the Lord's name in vain. He usually pulls up most people when they say Jesus, God, Christ, Omg 'Jesus butt fucking christ' etc. Says "Hey you don't say that! That's offensive to me!"🙄 God it shits me 🤦 I grew up Catholic & went to a Christian Fundamentalist school but as an adult became Atheist, I have alot of knowledge & experience with Christianity. I'm confident I know A LOT More about Christianity than he does. He has let it be known to everyone that saying the Lord's name in vain is offensive to him & it's no different to saying homophobic slurs if there was a gay person around & they took offence to that! I disagree, I think it's completely different & nothing like homophobic slurs. I don't think it's something a Christian should be "offended" about. It's more about if a Christian was trying to spread the word of god, hears someone saying it, they feel they should should let the person know it's a sin to say that, it's one of the 10 commandments to not say the Lord's name in vain, they need to ask for forgiveness from God or they could go to hell. I could be wrong but I really don't think it's something a Christian should be offended about? Last week, in the morning prestart meeting, I wrote G.O.D. (general operational duties) on the board, everyone on my team knows what it means & has no issue with it. The next day after we left site, he saw G.O.D. written on the board, didn't know what it stood for, no one else in the room seem to know either, he was offended, He's now made a complaint to my boss. Im not worried about the complaint, once I explained to my boss that G.O.D. stands for General Operational Duties he said Oh... ok.... Fair enough... ok... Ah... I guess just be careful of acronyms?... Here's his complaint email; At the afternoon daily debrief meeting, I was asked by numerous work colleges when walking into the meeting did I write in the Job task section G.O.Duties and if so what does that involve? My reply was definitely not and I don’t know who did . All I and everyone in the meeting could see was the word G.O.D. Yourself and I talked about this ( Religion Discrimination ) and i emailed you the clarification that you requested Standards of Behaviour ( Making derogatory comments or taunts about religion). It’s disappointing that the supervisors in the prestart did not pick up on the act of discrimination . This needs to stop, diversity and inclusion is about respect, valuing difference and recognising patterns. Thoughts? My boss said this shouldn't usually be an issue but the fact that he has brought it up to be an issue to him makes it an issue. If he says it's offensive then it is offensive... What do you think? tldr; Is saying the Lord's name in vain in the workplace equal to Making derogatory comments or taunts about religion & religious discrimination? Submitted November 11, 2024 at 11:50AM by velp28 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/25k31fG)

[hearsaybruja]

Work Day One

Okay so, I haven't worked in a couple months because my mom has cancer, and she started her Chemotherapy treatments again. Originally, I took 2 months off for Paid family leave but I was told I can take a month off, so I quit my job. (More context, I am traumatized because my sister died a slow horrific death over the course of 3 weeks, to you guessed it, Cancer.)

I now started my first day at my job as a cashier at a concert venue. I am employed through a contracted company (which was my other job as well, I hate contracted companies) and I think that's why everything is so unorganized and shitty.

The management is not organized, I accidentally worked in another building because I misread a sign in paper, and no one noticed the whole shift. I got looked at crazy when I asked when my 10 minute breaks were.

ToT

and to top everything off I found out that this fuck ass kid is a supervisor, he called someone a faggot as joke and to be taken srsly in my masculinity, all I could muster was "aye, calm down" with a stern as face.

It ended early because I wanted to go home. This seems like a waste of my time truly, I am waiting to see what the tips come out to because, it was horrible experience. The other take away that I got was - there is something about work that does feel as old as time, my bones did yearn to do something outside of myself, contribute to something else with strangers. There was something that lit up inside me as well, the tiredness that comes from wanting to be home instead of being exploited at a job site. This feelin I know too well, I can feel as my dad walks in the door from working a lifetime. I love my mom and dad.

[killing-time-w-kaz]

I was on IG and my friend posted this photo of a cat. And something in me just cracked.

I have no idea who this cat is but it looks identical to my Nausicaa who died in august.

I forgot how hard grief can hit when you’ve been holding it back. It just plows through. Especially when all of it is held in the same corner of my heart.

And I carry a certain guilt around her death. I wasn’t able to be there when she was put to sleep, because I had gone back to school just days before and there was no way for me to make it back in time. I was on the phone when it all happened, it felt so disconnected. I refused to let my grief consume me, since I need to stay on top of my college work.

And when I was able to go back home for fall break, I couldn’t grieve for my cat because I was barely holding it together after October 7. I broke down in tears when one of my professors had asked if I was doing okay, because she noticed I wasn’t anywhere as energetic as I should be in an archaeology museum.

And I was in the middle of my senior seminar when my parents told me Nausicaa finally came home. It was a miracle I didn’t start crying in class after seeing her box of ashes sitting next to her favorite spot in the apartment (and yes, Ponyo did try to sit on her box). Which brings up more buried grief.

I grew up with two cats, Isabel (the mostly white cat w gray spots) and Phoenix (the mostly gray cat with the old man). They were my mom’s cats, but I was very attached to them and it broke my heart when Phoenix died 4 days before my 11th birthday.

I never had time to fully grieve her death because my grandfather died a month later. And I carry a guilt over his death because the last thing I ever said to him was “I will see you next weekend”. And he died 3 days later while I was performing in a school concert. I refused to go see him at the funeral home, the image of Phoenix dying in the vet table was too fresh in my mind. And so I never truly had the chance to say goodbye to him. I don’t know where his ashes are. All I know is that he and my grandmother will be buried together when she dies—I am scared of the day she does. And that September, my grandfather’s nephew also died, and I wasn’t able to make it to his funeral because I had to go on a school sleepover trip.

I got Ponyo and Nausicaa in November 2013, so they briefly overlapped with the ancient Isabel. She liked Nausicaa, as seen in the photo above. She was 19 when we had to put her to sleep in December 2013. And I covered the loss of all four family members with the two new kittens. Isobel’s ashes rest on the bookshelf next to the window, where Nausicaa now also rests.

I was organizing my parents’ old photos when I came across the photo of Phoenix and Grandpa—I felt a pang in my heart when I saw it. And shortly after I went through those photos, I left for Portugal to do field work. I left two healthy, 10 year old cats at home. And on the last day of the field session, while we were breaking down site, I missed a call from my mom:

When I got to town, I broke away from my teammates to take the call. And that’s when I found out that my sweet girl had suddenly gotten cancer, which was moving so fast and aggressively. At first I tried to hide from the remaining archaeologists, because I couldn’t let myself be seen breaking down in the middle of town. But that completely failed when I got to the lunch table. And my supervisors and teammates were understanding—I still laugh fondly at their attempts to comfort me (that’s a story for later).

But it was devastating thinking that my little cat was dying an ocean away. But she held on for the week—my parents came out to join me in Portugal, leaving her with a family friend who took very good care of her. And she held on for two more weeks once we got back. It was exactly 21 days from when I got the first phone call to the last video call. But in the end, I still wasn’t able to be with her in her last moments. I had a shift at my job that I couldn’t skip and I was visiting my grandma the next day. I gave myself the weekend to grieve, then I threw myself into my part time job, school work, and social life. And in short succession, a very old family friend had a stroke and died, another family friend died after a steep mental decline, and a friend/colleague of my parents (who I knew) lost his fight with cancer.

And I often feel like I have to be the strong one in my friendships. And when October 7 came, I found myself holding my friends as they broke down. And Jewish underclassmen know they could always come to me if they need a hug or a shoulder. My campus best friend and I have adopted an absurd number of underclassmen this way, some of them even refer to us as their “mothers”. But I never took time for myself. I work the most hours at the bookstore, partially so I don’t spend time just with my thoughts.

And seeing that photo on IG brought all these emotions back in a flood. I just needed to put them somewhere so they don’t continue to eat away at me. The more I tell these stories, the less they hurt. So thank you for listening

[roguejanitor]

Factions

The Job site was made up of a multi-level parking garage in the downtown area near a popular shopping center. The company we'll call "Super Parking Company" is in charge of cleaning the garage, doing cashier work and has been on the site for about 7 years at this point. That being said, it was far from the first. Heck, when I first showed up, they had just changed over and still had the old company logo around in some places still before painting over them that week. Most of the Janitorial Maintenance staff had been there for many years since they kept the same staff between change overs and could list off the companies that were there before the current one. No clue why they changed so much before this one.

In the parking garage the employees could be broken up into three groups. These groups were surprisingly not even remotely clicky despite having every reason to be. But that is my bias against humanity showing.

Maintenance - Official title "Janitorial Maintenance" and my group. We do 97 percent of the cleaning and light landscaping with a a few OSHA violations sprinkled in. The title of maintenance is used to basically get us to do pretty much anything the supervisors/managers ask. So, your job any given day could vary from, sweeping, replacing garbage bags of the older then gospel garbage cans, weed whacking with out a face guard to directing traffic or acting as a replacement Cashier. Speaking of...

Cashiers - They stay at the entry gates to the garage in little old booths that wouldn't be out of place in a Fallout game. They help people without enough problem solving skills to pull a ticket or unfortunate enough that the "system" decided today their monthly member card has the value of the one you'd get from Gamestop. These guys and girls outside of two people have a tendency of being swapped out a lot because of schedule shuffling... but mostly firing. Firing because they can't stay in the goddamn booth for some reason. They also tend to bond with security. If one isn't there for more then a day, someone on security will ask about them. No, its not them being thorough at their job. Friendly folk overall.

The Office - The puppeteers, the masterminds, but most importantly the punching bags of the Client. They are made up of the Supervisors of the Cashiers, Maintenance, the Event supervisor and The Site Supervisor. Just like the cashiers, they get swapped out plenty, mostly due to cash theft. If one were to be the most clicky its them. This is mostly because they spend less time with the other groups since Janitors will pass by Cashiers if they are even pretending to do their job. The Office people will just be in the office for 8 hours or more on computers taking calls from customers and telling the janitorial staff if they got a report of roadkill somewhere and the like. Must be nice- actually, now that I think about it, they deal with the most drama between them as individuals. I remember one of my Managers who was newer at the time complaining about how they are always at each others throats. Makes me wonder about the claims of theft...

[aa-carnivorousfatality]

tw: vent under the cut.

I am legit so fed up with this planet sometimes. I swear. For those that don't know, I am a college student in PA. And due to a program I was in prior screwing me over, I do not have a valid State ID. It expired a while ago. I have checks from my old job, but no way to cash it. Cause of no ID.

I did reapply for food stamps. And the lady needed my FAFSA information. Not a problem. Or shouldn't be, right?

Nah. This lady fucked me over. I did not know where on the portal to find what she needed. ( This is my first time attending college. I am not familiar with everything on the FAFSA site ).

So, she would send me to my campus Finical aide office. Cause she told me not even she knew. She said she was new to this. So I would go. Ask questions. Go back to her and explain. She would send me back. They would send me back. This went on for a few MONTHS.

And then she stopped answering my calls. And stopped returning them. i finally had enough, and contacted the supervisor. Now, I can understand if my agent was like. New or never worked with FAFSA before. And I thought that may be the case. Does not excuse the unanswered calls. But I could get the confusion.

Nah. She knew. Her boss said she has helped plenty of college students before. That she isn't normally like this. Her boss checked my app and said I would have to REAPPLY.

I was annoyed but I said okay. It would be a pain, BUT i would manage. But it only gets worse.

The lady then said, due to PA recently changing things around, that as I am now.

I do not qualify. I am a college student that has no income. And I do not qualify for FOOD STAMPS. Unless I am in a program that I have to jump through even more hoops to work with. Only then will then look at my app and put it through.

I am just. So exhausted. lmfao.

[hotgirl5040]

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[leam1983]

Wrath

I just called my paratransport service for tomorrow. I'm heading in to work, and then hailing a cab back. I can't let this simmer on Slack, this needs to be said in-person.

Walt came in after work looking utterly destroyed. I tried to get some details while offering comfort, but it took me all of three hours to get him to open up. When he did, the floodgates I'd never known were there opened.

Walt bawled in my arms, tonight. He cried so hard my parents heard it through our shared wall and eventually called, to ask what was going on.

He didn't lose his job. He's fine in this respect. What happened is he visited a particular Honda dealership I've known to be helmed by a pair of Dudebro douchecanoes and A-grade homophobes. The morning went alright, seeing as Walt doesn't exactly present as gay, if such a thing were possible. I've described him before: on the cusp of his sixties, dumpy, large, a great big ball of grinning friendliness with a thing for three-pieces, pocket squares and even the occasional fob watch - and not the kind of guy you'd rattle easily, especially not with slurs.

He slipped, at some point. He had a pic of me set at his phone's wallpaper, and the idiots got to talking. They first mistook me for his son, then probed further ahead over the afternoon.

The way he says it, something changed the moment they figured it out. What Walt first interpreted as clumsy attempts at allyship (Straights pulling "yaaas" or the occasional "Werk!") turned into a barrage of innuendo, which was sort of interwoven with the idiots' attempts at undermining the sale he was on-site to handle.

What got to him was the eight botched client meetings they caused, always with a piece of innuendo stating that "someone like him" shouldn't bother. He got terse, got mad, tried playing into their schtick to annoy them - and he then learned that the fuckers had cancelled the sale entirely, just a few minutes before the day would've ended.

They pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Exactly like Walt's ex.

I did my best to console him, then called up my supervisor, telling him I was coming in tomorrow not for a shift, but to lodge a formal complaint against that dealership. He tried to tell me to avoid "exaggerating what had happened".

I'm not one to explode, personally. That's Walt. If he'd been mano-a-mano with the fuckers in his own office, he would've given them a piece of his mind. I, on the other hand, go icy when I'm pushed.

"Walter's a valued member of this company, John. If you value his input, you will write me in tomorrow morning. You will take my deposition and forward it to the Lists controller. I do not want anyone to be taking or making any goddamn calls for these fuckers for all of February. They are not worthy of our expertise, our time, or our man-hours. If the bosses have any issues with this, they'll find me at my old cubicle. I'm staying on-site until all the day's lists are properly migrated, then I'm hailing a cab back home."

John tried to cut in three times. I didn't let him.

"Walt never complains, John. He never bitches, never moans, never comments. He bawled in my arms like a scared child, John. They reopened wounds Sarah and I will need days to mend, without mentioning the PTO I might be forced to take."

That's when it sunk in. It was either this or I SSHed into the fuckers' private stack and nuked their campaign files for all of 2023. This, or I Syskeyed their entire Accounting floor in a few keystrokes. This was me at my most civil.

"Dang," he said, once again showing the average spinal composition of a piece of soggy toast, "that sounds serious..."

I scoffed. "Count yourself lucky I don't hobble my own ass over to Côte-de-Liesse on my own and cane the fuckers like I'm Edward Hyde or fucking Scrooge."

I hung up and then joined Walter and Sarah in the kitchen.

"I might fold with a stiff wind and sidewalks might scare me, but I won't let anyone hurt either of you. Ever. I love you both enough to go Black Hat if it ever comes to it."

Walt all but crushed me against him, only freeing one hand to clutch Sarah's like a death vice, with eyes gone too wide with sorrow, panic and fear - and a trembling lip I hope I'll never see again.

I hope John caught the inference. The job doesn't really matter to me in the grand scheme of things. If someone associated to them hurts my loved ones, I'll show them exactly why I identify with the Brain Gremlin. By the time I'm done, there won't be anything left of their stocks, customer lists and planned campaigns - except maybe modded BIOS loops involving ASCII art that spells out I hope you fuckers choke on it.

[zeldasboyfriend]

Best cannabis stores in thunder bay

Tokyo Smoke - 1082 Commemoration

Survey

They sell extraordinary weed at a reasonable cost, and can't turn out badly with quality worth its cash. The staff are likewise truly learned, and the director is an extremely nice individual. You ought to never have a terrible encounter going to this store.

Canna Cabana - Thunder Inlet

Survey

Used to go there constantly. Putting away around was my go. The help has gotten horrendous and there is a person who works there now, who used to be at kia ora, that I can't stand. Going to begin shopping somewhere else from now on the power costs aren't worth the effort

They will discount your stuff without letting you know then, at that point, hang up when you get some information about the discount exceptionally unfortunate client assistance I wouldn't prompt this spot by any means

One Plant - Thunder Inlet

Survey

Did an amazing job for me. I broke my lower leg, and she made everything much simpler for me by presenting my stuff to me and getting the entryway for me. I cherished the help I got.

The well disposed and educated staff.. extremely spotless and splendid.. would suggest this area. I would likewise prescribe to request Hannah she is an extraordinary cordial individual; she can prescribe or assist you with getting what you want in a convenient style happily ( behind the veil ) 😷. Haha, trust this has been an incredible day.

J. Supply Co. - Thunder Sound - Dedication

Survey

We're visiting from the states, and I have barely any familiarity with sporting cannabis. I'm additionally a veggie lover. The staff was incredibly useful and patient with me as I posed loads of inquiries, and they assisted me with tracking down choices that felt like a decent match. Totally welcoming and kind to people who are new to this sort of sporting tomfoolery. Likewise, they had an extraordinary R&B playlist from the mid-2000s playing which was a reward for me.

Cannabis In addition to Store

Survey

I used to work there. The stock is everlastingly old, and they haven't the foggiest idea what's the following upcoming stuff. Lori the supervisor is dumbfounded... trust me ask a couple of terpene inquiries you will concur. Beam is an extremely decent individual... They attempt to make limits to produce individuals which is entertaining as well. Practically the most costly spot around shows an elderly person controlling the staff excessively entertaining... Canna cabana would be my decision until further notice.

Walter McAllister

Well I ordinarily could do without leaving audits. I visited their store with my GF and they appeared to be extremely chaotic and amateurish. The staff working had hardly any familiarity with their items or what items they had available. In addition to the fact that I was discontent with the items I bought, I didn't feel like it was an inviting spot. The spot is situated in the most terrible area of Thunder Cove. I certainly won't be returning on the grounds that I don't have a good sense of security nearby or feel they know how to sell me cannabis whenever I will search for a more genuine spot to buy my cannabis item needs Says thanks to Yet no way

Rainbow On May

Survey

The radio said they would value the match and beat any contender's cost, went in, and they said they wouldn't. The radio ad is a piece deluding "we will beat any nearby contenders by 10% GUARANTEED."

Near and dear. You want charming packs. Ideally, paper Or reusable. Furthermore, perhaps an unwavering ness program of sorts.

Kia Ora Kannabis - Victoria Ave

Survey

Second time since I checked the site, and the rate recorded on site gave a lot higher worth than what I really received when the store was called; they said there was nothing they could do and that there was a disclaimer on their site, which while thinking back I couldn't find.. Try to check to bundle before purchasing as they like to do a hustle, it appears.

I heard this spot treats its representatives horrendously. Hence I won't ever visit this foundation. News spreads, and I will continuously uphold the neighborhood until I hear something like this. There is better. Also, the weed is way more exorbitant than the wide range of various extraordinary spots.

High Society - Thunder Straight

Survey

I love their item. Be that as it may, it's the second or third time I've ordered for delivery and truly everybody is in an ideal situation simply getting their order. Each time I put in a request it's in every case late. My delivery was set for 10am-11am. What's more, I was informed my order was coming, it doesn't take long to get to my condo from the shop after 30 minutes and I'm as yet trusting that my weed will be delivered. At absolutely no point ever getting delivery in the future nor am I truly tipping once more. Its presently 11:20. I ought to have been gotten my weed somewhere in the range of 10 and 11 not after 11. Really miserable it takes them this long.

This spot was so all around the run. They addressed each question I had about the indicas they had available. Truly assisted me with finding top-level buds at a mind boggling cost. Let them know I was visiting from out of the nation and they assisted me with finding something almost identical to what I could get in Massachusetts. Fellow at the front was sensational and the young lady in the back was really useful also!

Optimal Buds - Atikokan

Survey

My dad regularly visits this spot. He gets a senior rebate for being north of 55. My dad partakes in the assistance and experience.

Greatest joke of all time. Never open. Continuously shut don't squander the drive or get.

Tokyo Smoke - Thunder Narrows Arthur

Audit

It was 10 minutes to shutting and the entryway was as yet open. My sister and I went inside thinking we had the opportunity to purchase a pen yet got promptly accompanied out. I'll concede she was decent about it yet why say you shut down at 11 when you shut down at 10:50.. ugh I'm frustrated with these apathetic specialists

Love what they're selling, simply not the cost they're selling it at. I've had a chance to thoroughly consider things about the past 4 star rating. These shops I buy and use for pre-rolls in the event that I need to sit tight for an online order. It's extraordinary that they really do cost coordinating with the wide range of various shops around. I simply don't involve them for my essential smoking necessities. I really do continuously appreciate strolling into a perfect, cordial foundation like Tokyo Smoke to purchase my item. It beats the times of getting it behind a dumpster in a crude neighborhood right? So assuming I need to pay a couple additional bucks for that sort of redesign, I'm holding nothing back. My expressions of remorse for Tokyo Smoke. I was absurd with my unique audit.

[freshwitchgladiator]

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[ootahime]

what is utahime’s role in the future? — a prediction (manga spoilers)

part 1 (unedited)

I WAS ABOUT TO POST IT BUT I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT AND I WAS SO HURT FR!!!!! I HAD REWRITE THIS ENTIRE THING </33

part 2 is here!

in this post, i will be analyzing the information we’ve been given about utahime so far to form a prediction about her future role in the jujutsu kaisen series. if you’re as interested in utahime’s character as i am, please feel free to keep reading :3 (i’ll also be talking about her relationship with gojo a bit too)

soukatsu_ on twt!

kaikaikitan on twt!

utahime iori is a semi-grade 1 sorcerer working as a student supervisor/teacher at kyoto jujutsu high school. she loves drinking beer and going to karaoke. she’s also close friends with shoko and she’s not particularly fond of gojo most of the time. what else do we know about her?

hates sweets (funny she’s the complete opposite of gojo)

she’s great at singing and it’s a huge part of her technique

squabbling with gojo became a reflex :3

everyone absolutely adores utahime

loves watching soccer and baseball

a terrible drunk (worse than naobito zenin)

gojo is her main source of stress

let’s dive into her personality and abilities!

chapter 65

before i get into it, i think it’d be best if i were to explain the timeline because a lot of people seem to be confused about this one particular thing. utahime is born on february 18th, 1987. contrary to popular belief, she is not 3 years older than gojo. it is november 2018 in the story because gojo was sealed on halloween. if gojo was born on december 7th, 1989, that would mean that right now, he is only 28 years old. he has yet to turn 29.

the year is 2007. gojo satoru is a second year at tokyo jujutsu high school. the japanese school year begins in april which suggests that gojo is only 17 at the time (even if it’s not april, it doesn’t look like winter yet so it’s unlikely that he’s already 18). utahime is 20 because it is past february. she is a 2nd grade sorcerer at the age of 20. that’s not bad at all!

chapter 65 introduces young utahime and mei on a mission together within a cursed site. in real time, they’ve been gone for two days which is a cause of concern for gojo, shoko, and geto because the two haven’t contacted anyone since the beginning of their mission.  the two begin to suspect something is wrong because the hallway markers they’ve set in place disappeared, and no matter how far they travel within the halls, the end is nowhere in sight.  mei theorizes that the cursed spirit is overlapping the space as they travel forward.  utahime agrees with this speculation and proposes a plan to escape the cursed spirit’s grasp by moving erratically.  notice how she says that if one of them should escape, they can try to attack from the outside or call for help.  if utahime was not capable of inflicting damage on anything then she would have told mei to escape and attack if she can while she waited to be rescued.  however, she didn’t.  she included herself in the sentence which leads me to believe that she is capable of going on the offense if needed.  

keep in mind that at this point in time, mei is a grade 1 sorcerer.  she is knowledgeable about all things involving jujutsu because she is experienced and skillful.  we can see this aspect of her character illustrated when she theorizes that the cursed spirit is messing with the space they’re in.  she chooses to go with utahime’s plan because she agrees that it’s the best action moving forward.  this verifies that utahime is an intelligent girl that’s able to get along with pretty much anyone.  

her intellect is demonstrated once again in chapter 79.  she was able to deduce the possibility of there being more than one traitor and the fact that one is probably a higher up.  she also narrowed down the mechamaru as the mole of kyoto not because he was acting suspicious but by process of elimination.  she thought thoroughly of his technique and how easy it would be for him to manipulate devices small enough to be undetectable.  

sure you can argue that she should already know all her students’ abilities and whatnot but you have to admit that it’s hard trying to sniff out the traitor when no one is acting suspicious.  in addition to that, how did she know that there was a traitor in the top brass?  i would have never guessed that tbh LOL (maybe bc im an idiot).

okay, now that we have established that she’s intelligent, let’s answer a more important question.  is utahime weak?

chapter 33

if gojo calls utahime weak, does that mean there is some truth to it?  well it is true that she is weaker than him because he’s the strongest and all.  in my opinion, he’s just teasing her.  he probably found that calling her weak is what really riles her up.  maybe i’ll talk about why he loves teasing her so much in a later post.  but anyway, gojo calls everybody and their mom weak.  he even said jogo was weak and we know how powerful that guy is.  gojo’s words alone do not indicate much about utahime’s power.  in fact, i don’t even think he has seen her use her technique yet.  he’s probably only ever heard of how it works.  this is what i think their conversation about her technique was like:

gojo: hm?  ur cursed technique is singing?  can u show me?

utahime: what!  no way!  

gojo: why not?

*one of the classmates tells him that she can only use her CT once in a while because it consumes a lot of energy*

gojo: hahaha!  u have to conserve cursed energy to use ur CT?  why are u so weak, utahime?

utahime: i!  am!  your!  senpai!  respect!  me!

what i’m trying to say is that gojo loves poking fun of people.  we should not believe him when he calls someone weak because compared to him, everyone is weak.  

this is a little off topic but let’s examine him telling her, “and you don’t have the nerves, utahime.”  i think he’s trying to say that there’s no way she’ll ever do something like that because she’s not the type to put her students in danger.  remember the soft expression and relieved smile on her lips when she said that she was glad the students were safe after the kyoto incident?  gojo was directly in front of her so not only did he hear her say that, but he could have seen the look on her face too.  even if he told her that she didn’t have the guts to betray the school to get on her nerves, he knew that utahime simply cared too much about the students so he ruled her out as a suspect right away.  this is why he ultimately decided to confide in her and ask her to help him.  

i’m a person who loves over-analyzing things.  i really enjoy the dynamic between gojo and utahime.  they’ve known each other for more than 11 years and although they always bicker, there is an unspoken feeling of trust between the two.  gojo can do anything and everything by himself because he is truly the strongest person alive, but he still knows when to rely on others.  him deciding to entrust utahime with such a job implies that he believes in utahime’s abilities.

chapter 52

she’s not using any cursed energy here--not to our knowledge at least.  this is just pure skill.  she was able to swiftly evade the swing from haruta.  he was surprised himself considering the fact that he was right behind her.  how do we know her CT isn’t speed?  after haruta swung at her, we can see that some of her hair got cut off.  if she was using her CT then speed should be her specialty.  she should have been able to completely avoid the attack altogether but she didn’t.  of course this isn’t a wow moment because jujutsu sorcerers should know how to dodge attacks, however, i’m just trying to get the point across that she’s not a defenseless person without her technique or others.  let’s not forget that semi-grade 1 isn’t a weak rank either.  you can’t simply be recommended to be a grade 1 sorcerer if you only can support others.  

chapter 48

i want to bring up this panel. it suggests that utahime and takuma are sorcerers who have not experienced black flash and therefore, do not understand the essence of cursed energy as well as those who have like gojo and nanami.  i find it strange how takuma and utahime were used to represent sorcerers who haven’t experienced it yet.  is the purpose to demonstrate that there is a clear difference in skill between adult sorcerers like utahime and takuma compared to gojo and nanami?  i could be nitpicking but the order of todo’s statement doesn’t line up with the sorcerers being shown.  let me explain in depth.  todo starts off by saying, “for those who have experienced black flash as compared to those who have not...” wouldn’t it make more sense to show gojo and nanami on the right side to represent sorcerers who have experienced black flash?  that was mentioned first, after all.  gojo and nanami should appear when todo says “for those who have experience black flash” while utahime and takuma should be shown right after to personify the second part, “as compared to those who have not.”  i’m just making it more complicated than it actually is LOLOL i’m sure it really just means they haven’t experienced black flash yet, which is completely fine.  i also find it fascinating how they used utahime to contrast gojo.  with nanami and takuma it makes sense.  nanami is someone takuma looks up to, he wants to gain nanami’s approval before he deems himself worthy of a promotion. what about utahime and gojo?  what’s the purpose of comparing those two together when it’s obvious that gojo knows more about the essence of cursed energy more than anyone else?  i might be delusional whoops

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let me know what you guys think?  this is only a part 1 so i haven’t gotten around to answering the question.  i’m pretty much done with the second part, i just need to revise it a little.  i think after i post part 2, i’ll try to interpret all the gojo and utahime moments in the manga >.<