So I have heard NOTHING from my Consulate since I sent in my information at the beginning of the month
And tbh I’m a little worried! I didn’t even get an email letting me know that they’ve received my paperwork… ._. and it’s been like three weeks
Am I panicking over nothing? Is this just how it goes? When do you guys think I’ll hear back from my consulate over being placed? Should I call and make sure they got my paperwork?
Not sure how the US consulates work, but the only reason I know the embassy in Ireland got my reply form is because I had to ring them in a panic because I’d forgotten to include a copy of my passport XD I’d say you’re fine, you could prob call them to check they got your paperwork if you wanted to be sure. :) I’d say you’ll have to wait a few more weeks before you’re placed though, my understanding was that they tell you around the end of May/beginning of June. :)
someone needs to turn down that sass level
Two things to know about Canada!
- We are smart enough to know hot things should be hot.
- We are sorry if you don’t
A few things you need to know about this hot coffee case:
- It wasn’t an issue of the coffee being because no fucking shit coffee is hot, but McDonald’s had over heated their water to 250 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s 121C. Not just hot, but really FUCKING hot. Your fancy Starbucks lattes are brewed to 150 degrees.
- The 79 year old woman had this cup of 250F (121C) coffee between her legs when it spilled so 250F (121C) coffee spilled on her genitals
- She got third degree burns…on her genitals. THIRD DEGREE.
- She had to have skin grafts to repair the damage
- When she sued McDonald’s, it wasn’t for millions of dollars, it was for $20,000 to cover hospital costs and court fees. 20-fucking-thousand.
- McDonald’s settled and changed their heating policy, but not before making her sign a gag order keeping her from talking about this case
- So she had to live on hearing little shits like you call her stupid and money-grubbing, and other horrendous stuff because she dared ask the company in the wrong to fix what they fucked up.
I know I’ve reblogged this before tonight but so help me god, I will keep reblogging this with the proper information so everyone can maybe learn not to be an asshole. Like I said before, next person to mock this woman can have 250F (121C) water poured on their dick or lady dick and see how you like it.
So sit the fuck down, Canada.
Slow clap it out for the hot piece of sass that is my rp partner.
The fucking coffee was so hot that it weakened the cup, and that was why the shit spilled all over btw.
Liebeck v. McDonald’s Restaurants. She won the case because among other things it came out in court that McDonald’s had received tons of complaints about the coffee being dangerously hot before, but kept overheating it: “McDonald’s Corp. sold its coffee at 180-190 degrees Fahrenheit by corporate specification. McDonald’s coffee, if spilled, could cause full-thickness burns (third degree to the muscle/fatty tissue layer) in two to seven seconds. McDonald’s knew about this unacceptable risk for more than 10 years; it was brought to the company’s attention by other lawsuits (more than 700 reported claims from 1982 to 1992). The company’s witnesses testified that it did not intend to turn down the heat.” (The Stella Liebeck McDonald’s Hot Coffee Case FAQ | Abnormal Use)
And why were they so determined to keep serving coffee at such high temperatures? “Apparently, evidence was produced that, although McDonald’s knew people were being burned by its coffee, it, nevertheless, served the coffee hot to save money. McDonald’s saved money because internal studies showed that people drank their coffee as soon as it was purchased. Thus, customers eating in the store would not tend to ask for a free refill when coffee was so hot. Finally, it has been reported that McDonald’s executives testified that they believed that it would be cheaper to pay injury claims and worker’s compensation benefits to people burned by their coffee rather than making any of these changes.” (McDonald’s Coffee Case, a Christian Perspective) I’d add that serving very hot coffee also makes it harder to taste whether the coffee beans are low quality, or whether the coffee has been sitting stale on the burner for a long time.
I would’ve voted to dock them over $2 million in punitive damages too. The only way they were going to change their heating policy was if it cost them a bundle. And the lawsuit did prompt them to make changes. McDonald’s coffee and cups are safer now because of that case.
Reblogged for commentary. Silly disclaimers aside, the point of these kinds of lawsuits is to hold corporations to account and ensure that they take proper care when dealing with consumers/customers. That’s exactly what the law is supposed to do.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
—Rachel Wiley (via howweknewit
) Teared up a little bit. For all the Fat girls. And the not-fat girls. For the Girls. For everyone. (via cora-bora
flutterwithoutwind replied to your photo: Heeeeey look whos hiring BL manga/novel editors!…
There is no way Onodera afforded his apartment on a salary like that, not at entry level. Jesus eff.
makes me think his parents must be footing…
/butts in because meta is fun I can see them not having run into each other before in the apartment complex, especially if they kept different schedules. Ritsu seemed pretty taken aback by Emerald’s work pace at first, so my guess was that he had an easier time of it at his lit job and finished earlier than Takano. We don’t know where Onodera Shuppan is but they might not have been taking the same train, and neither of them seem the type to be too fussed about getting to know their neighbours…just from my own experience, you’d be amazed how easy it is to miss someone.
I’d like to see Ritsu’s parents appear properly in the manga, but that might be a bit too much plot development for Nakamura :/ (Although now that I think of it, where the hell was Onodera-papa when his wife was in the hospital? If there was ever a time to introduce the man it was then.)
Swedish Chef Ramsay
Much more understandable now.
I’m usually pretty accepting of writing systems but WHO DECIDED THIS SYLLABARY WAS A GOOD IDEA, JUST LOOK AT THIS SHIT AND HOW SIMILAR SOME KANA LOOK
フ and ワ <— Okay I guess that’s not too hard to tell them apart
ラ and ヲ <— Uh… getting slightly more confusing here
ス and ヌ <—…
1. Dude, NOBODY LIKES SMALL TALK. It’s fucking boring, extroverts think so too, but you do it anyway because it’s polite. It’s not an “extrovert skill,” it’s a SOCIAL SKILL, and you should probably work on it a little bit so you don’t sound like a dick all the time. The idea is that small…
It is a mark of the supreme weirdness of the English language that Sean Bean’s name doesn’t rhyme with itself.
in defense of english, Sean is actually an Irish spelling of Shaun.
I believe you mean that Shaun is an English spelling of Seán ;) (The fada/accent over the a is why it’s a long sound XD)
Irish spelling is actually a hell of a lot more consistent than English spelling, it’s just so different from English that non-Irish English speakers find it an incomprehensible mess of sounds (If you want confusing, try studying the grammar OTL). XD
“Uwaaah! I’m gonna be late!”
I’m Obama Barakku, 47 years old! Starting today, I’m gonna be a president!
THIS IS EVEN WORSE
“I hope Boehner-sempai notices me…”