@vixtovia to teĆŒ jest moĆŒliwe, ale staram siÄ mieÄ z tyĆu gĆowy, ĆŒe przynajmniej ze trzy osoby w tym programie nie mogÄ byÄ naprawdÄ aĆŒ takie glupie i ktos tu musi sabotowaÄ đ
caĆy czas suzan daje mi vibe jakby byĆa sabotaĆŒystkÄ , a potem przy zadaniach jest niemal jedynÄ myĆlÄ cÄ osobÄ . ale prawda jest teĆŒ taka, ĆŒe nawet jakby sabotaĆŒyĆci udawali uczestnikĂłw we wszystkich zadaniach, to i tak byliby na plus bo uczestnicy sie sami zsabotuja #sabotaĆŒysta5
@eeomfi u nas jak na inwentaryzacji siÄ nie zmieĆcimy w okreĆlonym limicie to potem uop muszÄ oddaÄ za to co ludzie ukradli, bo przecieĆŒ to nasza wina, szarych pracownikĂłw za najniĆŒszÄ krajowÄ , ĆŒe ludzie kradnÄ w wielkim sklepie bez ochroniarza:â))
A Gen Z joined the team.
Week one.
During onboarding, the manager said,
âWe sometimes stay late during peak periods.â
Gen Z nodded.
Then asked,
âIs that paid⊠or just expected?â
The room went quiet.
- No attitude.
- No rebellion.
- Just a question.
Later that day, HR mentioned âgrowth opportunities.â
Gen Z replied,
âDoes growth include raises, or just more responsibility?â
Again, silence.
- No laziness.
- No entitlement.
- Just clarity.
Thatâs when the team realized something.
When people say
âGen Z is lazy,â
what they really mean is:
Gen Z watched old generation
- skip meals,
- miss birthdays,
- work weekends,
- and burn out
only to be told
âbudgets are tightâ
and âbe grateful you have a job.â
So Gen Z chose differently.
- They donât romanticize overwork.
- They donât confuse suffering with ambition.
- They donât trade health for praise.
They still work hard.
They just refuse to work for nothing.
Itâs not laziness.
Itâs pattern recognition.
And honestly,
after everything old generation went throughâŠ
Can you really blame them?
They told me at the shelter he was twelve years old and ânot very adoptable.â His face is lopsided, one ear flops weird, and heâs missing half his teeth so his tongue kind of hangs out permanently. The volunteer said heâd been returned twice already because people thought he looked âoff,â and I stood there looking at this beat-up tuxedo cat thinking about how Iâve felt pretty unadoptable myself since my divorce.
Iâm 52 and I went in looking for a kitten, something cute and normal that my grandkids could play with when they visit, but this guy was sitting in the back corner wearing a little bow tie someone had put on him and I just couldnât leave him there. His name was Gerald. They said heâd probably only have a year or two left and heâd need special food and monthly vet checkups. I took him home that afternoon and my sister said, âYou adopted the Walmart clearance version of a cat,â which honestly made me love him more.
Gerald has one speed and itâs judgmental. He sits on the cat tree by the window and stares at me like Iâm failing an exam only he knows about. When Iâm on the couch he jumps up and positions himself so heâs looking directly into my soul with those huge uneven eyes. My neighbor came over for coffee last week and actually got uncomfortable. She said, âWhy is he looking at me like that? Does he know something I donât?â I told her Gerald judges everyone equally. Itâs his gift.
I started making him different bow ties because the shelter one was getting ratty, and I found this amazing seller online who does custom pet accessories. I sent her Geraldâs measurements and now heâs got seven different ties, one for each day of the week. She told me sheâd never made anything for a cat described as âpermanently disappointed lookingâ before. People on my street started asking about them when I posted pictures, and I ended up opening my own little online shop selling pet bow ties and bandanas because apparently thereâs a whole market for judgmental animal fashion.
My daughter says Gerald looks like heâs perpetually asking to speak to the manager, and sheâs not wrong. But hereâs the thingâhe sleeps on my chest every single night and purrs so loud it sounds like a motorcycle. When I had that terrible week last month where I couldnât stop crying about everything, he didnât leave my side. Just sat there staring at me with that crooked face like, âYeah, lifeâs hard. Get it together.â
Iâve had him for eight months now and the vet says heâs actually healthier than they expected. My grandkids named him Professor Whiskers because they think he looks wise. Heâs become the neighborhood celebrityâpeople stop me on walks asking about âthat cat with the face.â Gerald doesnât care what anyone thinks. He just exists exactly as he is, taking up space, demanding respect.
Iâm trying to learn that from him.
Credit - anonymous participant /Facebook
I was born in 1961 too.
And this version of the past is a myth.
Kids did have food allergies we just didnât have the science to name them.
I lost a brother before he was two because medicine didnât yet understand what allergy killed him.
Trans kids didnât ânot exist.â
They hid. They were shamed. Many never survived adolescence.
Violence didnât start with social media.
Bullying, racism, misogyny, and abuse were simply normalized and ignored.
Families didnât stay together because things were better
they stayed together because women and children had fewer choices.
And no, it wasnât just âMerry Christmas.â
We said Happy Holidays. Seasonâs Greetings. Yuletide.
Nobody lost their mind. Nobody felt threatened. We just⊠lived.
I rode buses and subways too
they werenât magically safer.
We just didnât talk about what happened on them.
What really changed wasnât people.
It was visibility.
Data replaced denial.
Voices replaced silence.
And accountability replaced nostalgia.
The past wasnât safer.
It was quieter because suffering had nowhere to go.
I donât want a time machine.
I want a future where we stop confusing silence with peace.
Stop being such a boomer.
CzĆowiek choruje. Zanim odejdzie szuka nowych domĂłw dla swoich kotĂłw. W zwiÄ zku z chorobÄ sprzedaĆ dom i muszÄ siÄ przenieĆÄ do miasta. Nie moĆŒe ich zabraÄ ze sobÄ .Domu szukajÄ 2 koty (Puchatek i Timi) i kotka (Malutka),wszystkie siÄ przybĆÄ kaĆy.
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women long for kindness, morality, and goodness, and are capable of finding that inside a monster because they understand what itâs like to be perceived and valued based only on what you look like