if my pitched-down, chopped-up remix of the wii shop channel theme gets stuck in ur head as much as the original gets stuck in mine, then i’ve accomplished my goal. if not then fuck u
“How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying, our mothers? Or divorcing, or not divorcing, our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing, or leaning? For shutting doors or speaking through walls? For never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them or not saying it. If we forgive our fathers, what is left?”
— Thomas Builds-the-Fire, Smoke Signals (Sherman Alexie)
Today I did something that terrified the fuck out of me. But ladies, we all gotta do it at some point.
I got a contract for fulltime work given to me.
I looked at it.
I realized, calculating the amount they wanted to offer, that it would actually be less than I’m making part-time now.
So what did I do?
Let me tell you, every single piece of me wanted to stay quiet and settle and work my way up the ladder.
Until I realized that
I am worth more than they were offering, and it would be an insult to value me at any less than my actual worth.
I have a masters and a year’s worth of teaching under my belt.
I am a qualified professional who wants to make more than assistants pay.
Their reasoning for the pay was insurance. I’m given insurance that’s worth a great deal, so I shouldn’t worry too much because that added up to a bigger salary. Except insurance doesn’t do jack shit if I can’t pay for an apartment or car costs or student loans.
What did I do?
First
I breathed. I took a breath. I washed my face and had a quick cry in the bathroom. Ain’t nothing wrong with a real fast cry.
Second
I left a note on my bosses desk asking if he could speak to me about my contract whenever he was next available.
Third
Once in my bosses office, I calmly handed him my contract back and said, “I’m very honored that you thought of me for a position, but I cannot accept what you’re offering me. I have a masters and I’ve taught in this school for a year, and I’d been under the assumption that I’d be receiving a different position than this.” He asked me what I was looking for. I said, “I would work for no less than [MY RANGE]. And if you cannot offer me that, then I’ll have to continue working for you part time until I can find another position elsewhere that can.” I thanked him very much for the offer. I was polite and upfront about my expectations for the position that I wanted.
I can’t tell you what will happen. But I can tell you that going in there and establishing myself as a no BS worker who looks out for herself and negotiates got me farther than if I’d said nothing.
I don’t know the outcome yet. I really don’t.
But I can tell you that he is currently rewriting my contract with higher pay.
Will it be high enough to keep me there? I don’t know.
But I do know that today was me putting myself forward and taking a chance, and chances, no matter how small, do pay off.
Ladies.
DON’T BE AFRAID TO SPEAK ABOUT YOUR CONTRACTS.
IT’S FUCKING TERRIFYING.
BUT DO IT ANYWAY.
BECAUSE YOU’RE WORTH MORE, AND THEY SHOULD KNOW THAT.
The neural network has weird ideas about what humans like to eat
So I’ve been training this neural network to generate cookbook recipes by letting it look at tens of thousands of existing recipes.
The generated titles can get a bit odd.
There’s a creativity variable I can set when the network is generating new recipes, and when I set it low, it comes up with its best guess at the most quintessential recipe titles:
When I tell it to get creative, things get even weirder.
Beef Soup With Swamp Peef And Cheese
Chocolate Chops & Chocolate Chips
Crimm Grunk Garlic Cleas
Beasy Mist
Export Bean Spoons In Pie-Shell, Top If Spoon and Whip The Mustard
Chocolate Pickle Sauce
Whole Chicken Cookies
Salmon Beef Style Chicken Bottom
Star *
Cover Meats
Out Of Meat
Completely Meat Circle
Completely Meat Chocolate Pie
Cabbage Pot Cookies
Artichoke Gelatin Dogs
Crockpot Cold Water