#equal employment opportunities

[daisiesonafield-blog]

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[bitchesgetriches]

This isn’t really something that happened to me, but I want to know if it’s even legal. So a classmate was signing up for a summer job (for context we’re both high schoolers) and the job wanted to know how much money she had. like. stocks and shit. Are they allowed to ask that??? The teacher she was asking (it was first bell so that’s why I was there) said to not answer it but I don’t think it’s exactly very legal, is it?

Ah, a simple question with a complex answer!

Strictly speaking, in most states employers CAN LEGALLY ask for both how much your assets are worth (how much money, investments, property you have) AND how much you are paid at a current or former job.

HOWEVER... they cannot legally discriminate against you based on your answer. But according to the federal laws of Equal Employment Opportunity, it's incredibly difficult to prove that you were discriminated against in this way.

ALSO: many states are now making it illegal to ask both those questions, which is great.

The teacher was right: if you can avoid answering the question, JUST DON'T ANSWER. Here's more advice:

What To Do When You're Asked About Your Salary Requirements in a Job Interview 

10 Questions You Should Never Be Asked in a Job Interview 

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[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

i need the employed people to understand the job market is not like it was when they were unemployed.

[destielmemenews]

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[lizasweetling]

Can't be a miracle worker if you don't let the situation get to needing a miracle in the first place!

[skaruresonic]

THE ORDINAL IS VOICED BY A WOMAN?

[arcenergy]

im gonna be honest this is the funniest fucking thing ive ever found on indeed

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas22: Day 2: Deaf Mary-Alice

Why is December always so busy and short? I feel like I haven't stopped today - The Baking Has Begun.

Today's offering is Deaf Mary-Alice. We hear so much about how perfect vampires are, and how the venom makes people perfect but I like the idea better that the venom repairs what it can, but life leaves its mark on you. It was supposed to be Alice but somehow turned into Mary-Alice; it was also supposed to be an exploration of the scars for all family members, but became kind of this romantic little piece about Jasper being reunited with his true love.

I don't have any urgent plans to finish it. I have other fics that I want done sooner. But it's a fun one to play around.

And no, this has 0 to do with STL. I hope you enjoy!

deaf mary-alice.

Perfection is in the eye of the beholder. 

It’s easy to wave away small things (the starburst of scars down Esme’s chest where her ribs tore through; a matching one on her thigh for her femur; the missing hank of hair from Rosalie’s head, leaving behind a coin-sized patch of bald flesh behind her right ear and three broken nails gnawed short and smooth) or even the larger (the scars bisect Emmett’s chest, like overripe fruit that has split wide open; the inside of the scar is the same bloodless pale colour as the rest of him, and he laughs about his ‘war wounds’) and call themselves ‘perfect’. 

Why bother mentioning that both Carlisle and Edward are at least ten pounds underweight - Edward closer to fifteen. They are rendered in porcelain, with glossy hair and pink lips; unblemished skin and symmetrical features. They belong in the pages of high-end magazines or art gallery catalogues.

//

It takes him less than a day to realise something about the gangly newborn he finds in the mud just outside of Mississippi. 

She’s five foot nothing by his guess, with the biggest red eyes and black hair that curls around her cheeks and a filthy hospital gown with the name ‘009 MARY-ALICE SMITH’ written on it in bleeding ink.

And she does not say a word to him, just beams at him and scurries after him.

She has little concept of quiet and seems to ignore everything he says to her, transfixed by wildflowers and birds, by the night sky and the grass underfoot. It’s not until she flinches back from a swooping owl that it hits him. 

She’s deaf. 

She cannot hear a word. 

//

He expects Maria to send her into battle and let her be cannon fodder because Mary-Alice is nigh on useless to them. 

Except Maria doesn’t. She studies Mary-Alice and shrugs. 

“Work out some way to communicate with her so you can train her.”

It is surprisingly intimate, cloistered in his quarters during the day, with chalk and some scraps of paper and Mary-Alice. She’s a fast learner when it comes to writing, 

Lip-reading is harder, even with her heightened senses; he enunciates his name and hers, and she presses her fingers against his throat to feel the sound in something that makes him feel warm for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. 

(He feels like a fool, using ‘Jasper’ and not ‘Major’.) 

The signs start small - yes, no, north, south, east, west, Major, Maria (he places his left hand over his heart for lack of a better way to describe Maria as their leader and overlord and queen and god). One of the others finds an old manual for Lengua de Señas Mexicana, and that helps fill in a few gaps but mostly it becomes a blueprint for their own language, cobbled together from English and Spanish and their own short form over the first year of her life. 

They are lucky she is quick on her feet, lighting-fast, and determined to please the Major. Maria is amused by her and calls her Sunshine in an almost mocking way, but allows her to stay, allows her to trot obediently after the Major in a too-long dress. Whilst the entire army are taught a set of signs to communicate with her, and Maria learns enough to converse with her, it is the Major who carries the responsibility of communicating with her, of translating everything - a habit that is ultimately so ingrained that he finds himself signing conversations Mary-Alice isn’t present for. 

//

The day the Major leaves with Peter, she knows it’s coming. She knows he will leave her behind, and she is glad to see him go. He deserves only good things and the army is eating him alive. 

But her heart is broken and her world is quiet and she is alone. 

//

It takes him a moment to realise what - who - he is seeing trotting along behind Peter and Charlotte. She’s looking around curiously, without a hint of shame - a new green world for her to investigate. She’s wearing a dirty dress with a cardigan that has too-long sleeves, her knees and feet filthy.

Just like he remembers. 

He cannot believe she’s alive. He always thought she’d be better in her home, safer in that world. That Maria would look after her and do right by her. To see her here and now, the familiar warmth of her anticipation and appreciation, is more than he can truly tolerate. 

“You brought…” he half-croaks, and the family is looking at him bewildered, and Peter grins at him, and it’s then Charlotte gets Mary-Alice’s attention with snapping fingers (he wants to tell Charlotte she hates that, prefers waving or clapping, but he doesn’t. It’s not important.)

His eyes meet hers, and there is something absolutely humbling at the sheer delight and joy that she feels when she sees him. That suddenly she’s in his arms, her arms tight around his waist, burying her face in his chest. 

He can’t hold her tight enough, not really. He tried to justify his choice to leave her, but the guilt was still so heavy upon him. There’s a new scar by her eye, and her wrist was snapped clean off at some point. She still smells the same, like the damp woods he found her in, and salt air. 

She pulls back, half bouncing in her joy of seeing him, her hands already signing. 

“Maria sent me, said I could come be with you now. You went north and I was lonely. No one spoke to me like you.” They never had a sign for ‘love’; he’d mouth the words against her skin and hope she understood it on some level. And he hates that they have an audience when she grabs his hand and presses it to her lips, her mouth making the shape of his name, and there is something exquisite and undeserved about that being her way of telling him she loved him. 

“What is she doing?”

Emmett’s voice breaks the moment, the reunion, and when he looks up, she looks towards his family too. He knows they are seeing her red eyes first, noting her silence. 

“Mary-Alice is deaf,” Peter says, grinning at Jasper in that knowing way. 

You can say you were in love with her, Major. Everyone knew it. Hell, it was obvious she felt the same way. 

“Deaf?” Carlisle is staring at her in a way that makes Mary-Alice frown and tuck herself against him. Like something to be investigated. 

“Sign-language!” Esme is happy then; most of the family speak at least a small amount of ASL, and Esme is quick to introduce herself to Mary-Alice. 

Except…

Charlotte snorts and Peter shakes his head, and Mary-Alice just looks bewildered. 

“We didn’t…” he begins, wanting to explain the hurdles of having a deaf, illiterate vampire in camp. LSM was the foundation that propped up the language she speaks, but it is purely theirs. There is no manual for decades of shorthand, for their slang and shortcuts. For words their old manual did not have, for things that humans didn’t need to translate. 

“Wasn’t any American Sign Language in Monterrey in the 1920s,” Peter says pointedly. “She learned from that old book, right?”

“We made it up,” he admits as Mary-Alice signs that he looks worried, is everything okay? “Most of it.”

“Maria said that,” Charlotte admits. “That she was the only one left that knew how to talk to her, and the new generations weren’t interested in learning. Mary-Alice deserved better.”

“How do we talk to her, then?” Emmett sounds indignant, that the greatest affront is that he cannot greet Mary-Alice properly. 

“I’m sure it will take her no time at all to learn ASL,” Carlisle saids encouragingly, and that makes him frown more. She doesn’t need to learn a damn thing, they can learn… but it’s unfair of him to stop her from talking with other people, to keep her to himself. It was cruel of him to abandon her the first time, with no one to talk to. 

“She lips reads a little,” Peter says. “Don’t you, squirt?” She flips Peter the finger.

//

They get to finish their moment later that night, in his darkened study. She climbs into his lap, perched like a queen and comfortable to boot, to finish her spiel of how much she missed him, and how pleased she was to see him in person, to see how happy and good he looked. 

His hands fall into apologies, into half-spoken excuses for not grabbing her hand. But she shakes her head and silences those words, her hands cool against his before she speaks. 

“I was safe. You were not. I missed you but I am glad you went north to heal.” It’s then she plants a kiss on him, one that is in no way tentative or subtle; answering another question. That time and distance has not eaten away at what they had, at the spark and flame of all they were to each other. Of the way she tastes and the way she feels against him, and he missed her so much. Neither of them are loud (if he tries hard enough, he can make her scream, and he loves that sound. It won’t be tonight, that is for his ears only.) He doesn’t want them to be on display, for the Cullens to make assumptions and accusations (how could he have left her behind? He asks himself that regularly, and has never found an answer beyond depression being acidic, eating away at logic and reason and priorities. But to hear the accusation from another would be too much, would condemn him irreversibly.)

She hums in joy as they lie sprawled together on the couch in his office, her eyes bright and adoring, and its times like this that he knows why she has survived, why she was tolerated by Maria and protected, instead of being cast out or killed. She’s perfect, she’s enchanting. A beguiling little creature that has somehow chosen him as hers. 

Even the idea of what she faced alone is enough to make him feel sick, to hold her tighter. 

She curls against him, and turns his head so they can speak. 

It’s okay, I’m here with you now. 

It’s going to take time to realise that this is really happening. 

//

When the wolf lunges at him, over the boundary, she screams his name. He’s heard her say it only once before, and she pronounces the ‘J’ more like a ‘Y’ but it’s enough to freeze the rest of the family, the sound of her voice. 

She’s scrambling down the banks of the river to him, crouched opposite and slightly below the wolf, and the thing is that everyone sees the tiny deaf girl in lavender activewear running to his side when she is far, far more dangerous than anything or anyone present. She can take the head off the wolf - Paul, he thinks - before anyone has negotiated anything. Especially if she is afraid and threatened. So he grabs her and pulls her closer, to hold her down, even if it looks like him comforting a scared girl. 

“Don’t move,” he signs. “They are allies, just volatile. Young.”

She frowns again, but agrees, her eyes still tracking the wolf. 

Sam emerges from the forest, human again. 

“Who is she?” he demands, unamused by the addition. 

“An old friend of Jasper’s,” Carlisle placates. “She’s young and deaf, and joined our family for sanctuary.”

He wants to laugh and correct them. I knew her for decades and loved her more than anything on this planet. She is the sunshine, and I revolve around her willingly. My mate, my other half. She came to me because I am a coward, ashamed of leaving her behind.

//

[mesrianilawgroup]

No Googling! I'll post the answer when the poll closes.

[coochiequeens]

Another story of a poor oppressed translaydee …….. who can cause his women coworkers to be fired if they express concerns over a man in women’s locker rooms and restrooms.

Female employees at Denver’s Regional Transportation District (RTD) have reportedly been given an ultimatum: accept a male co-worker as a woman in the workplace, or be fired. 

Reduxx spoke to a source with access to RTD employees who reports that William Senseman, a locomotive operator at RTD, has been granted access to all workplace spaces previously reserved for women — including bathrooms, showers, and locker rooms. 

Now going by the name “Willow,” Senseman has also taken on she/her pronouns the other staff members are being required to comply with.

The source wishes to remain anonymous due to concerns over professional repercussions for employees close to the situation at RTD, all of whom she claims have been barred from speaking to media under threat of termination. 

Several female workers have reportedly expressed concerns over Senseman’s accommodations, with at least one bringing her complaint directly to management. Upon voicing her discomfort in sharing intimate spaces with a presumably intact man, the employee was told to keep quiet.

“The women at RTD are livid,” the source says. “One complained to supervisors and told them she didn’t feel safe with a man openly walking around women’s safe spaces … and was told she would be fired if she didn’t drop the matter.”

Other staff members were then told that anyone who refused to validate Senseman’s identity, raised concerns about his conduct, or shared information with other staff members or media about the matter would be fired.

“RTD announced that nobody can discuss the situation, either with other employees or the media and all employees MUST refer to the male employee as a woman and call him by his chosen name or risk being fired from their jobs.”

It is not believed that Senseman has undergone any “gender affirming” surgeries, and this may have factored into the complaints raised by female employees.

Discussion regarding Senseman’s transition and its impact on female RTD employees did begin to circulate on Facebook late last month, prompting upset from some women’s rights advocates concerned for the dignity and safety of the female staff.

Senseman abruptly deactivated his personal Facebook account this week after some women took to the platform to leave comments beneath his posts telling him to “stay out” of the female employee spaces.

On December 22, around the same time discussion surrounding Senseman’s access to female spaces began to pick up, RTD re-issued its Equal Employment Opportunities Statement, which promises repercussions for employees found to have been “discriminatory” towards other staff members. 

Reduxx reached out to RTD for comment on the allegations that female workers were being threatened with termination for raising concerns about Senseman, but did not receive a response.

The impact of gender ideology in Colorado has been extensive in recent years, with legislation and policies intended to “affirm” people’s chosen identity creeping through both the private and public sector.

A Coloradan wishing to change the sex reflected on their legal documents need only fill out a short form and pay a nominal filing fee. For adults, no medical documentation is required, and applicants simply self-declare that they are “truthfully” transgender or non-binary. 

For minors, a medical declaration is required for legal changes, but “social transitioning” in Denver public schools can be done even against the wishes of parents or guardians.

UPDATE 1/3/23: RTD’s Senior Manager of Public Relations and Communications has now issued a response to Reduxx following our inquiry on the issues surrounding Senseman’s access to female staff spaces. 

In her statement, Marta Sipeki did not address the allegations that female employees are being threatened with termination for voiding concerns about Senseman, and instead wrote that employees should report any concerns that they may have to the agency’s Employment Opportunity Office.

“RTD strives to create and maintain a community in which all people are treated fairly and with respect,” Sipeki says. 

“RTD has a strong commitment to having a workplace and workforce that reflects the communities we serve. No person is unlawfully excluded from employment opportunities based on race, color, religion, national origin, ancestry, sex or gender, gender identity or expression, sexual orientation, age, genetic information, disability, service in the military, marital status, or any other characteristic protected by applicable federal, state, or local laws and ordinances.” 

[itsoverfeeling]

Andy is default second in command of the homosexuality council btw

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

by Jessica Eturralde | As part of the Wyoming Rescue Mission v. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission settlement, the Department and the EEOC agreed to pay the rescue mission’s attorneys’ fees. In addition, the court dismissed EEOC from the case and signed a consent decree settling it with the state...

[fellasleepinbaltimore]

I want to passed around and used by a clan of dwarves

[stitchlesswitch]

I know this isn’t the point but it’s important you know your rights. You can file a racial/ethnic/nationality discrimination complaint with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission and in addition, each state has their own state department for dealing with illegal discrimination. Try googling “[state name] employment discrimination” and it should pop up with the name of the department for your state. Explain that your coworkers discrimination against your ethnicity/nationality/race makes you so afraid it impacts your ability to work, and include the quote in the post above, date, names and witnesses. Please be sure to mention in your complaint that your company does not have HR/an internal complaint process, I have never heard of that for something as big as a medical office. That should raise a lot of alarms.

Also, most employment attorneys obtain their fees from the defendant/company, so it may be worth exploring some consultations with local employment attorneys.

I understand that fighting back is a privilege not everyone can afford. But the sword is here to be picked up. (And it is worth mentioning you are protected from retaliation; even if there are no findings in your favor from your original complaint, if they retaliate against you for complaining, that in itself is illegal.)

my coworkers, all of whom are white Christian women, said today that they think ANYONE of Palestinian descent should be deported to Gaza and then have bombs dropped on them.

They don’t know I’m Palestinian. I’m fucking terrified. We don’t have HR. I can’t lose my job. It’s crazy to me that they can spout genocidal bullshit but if I so much as mention my ethnicity they may turn on me and hate me.

I’m a patient care coordinator at a pulmonary practice. All I want to do is make sure my patients get the care they need and deserve. I’m the only care coordinator in my office. I’m great at my job. But it was so hard to focus today knowing that if my coworkers knew about one of the biggest aspects of my identity - one of the things about myself about which I am the most proud - they would stop seeing me as a person.

Fuck off with the bothsidesism. With the whataboutism. This is what the mass of propaganda and lies and anti-Arabism being spread in the media do. And I’m terrified.

[govtshutdown]

Unfortunate news for EEOC staff

[the-mighty-wizard]

THE MIGHTY WIZARD SHALL STRIKE AGAIN