1. lediableaquatre:

    bantarleton:

    The Battle of Trafalgar, October 21st 1805.

  2. Teatro Della Fenice, Venice

    (Source: kosmic-love)

  3. shitsnothilarious:

    So, whoever made this has taught me more in this one pic set than 12 years of grade school, 4 years of college and my ongoing years in law school. 

    (Source: iraffiruse)

  4. myampgoesto11:

    Tomás Saraceno: Poetic Cosmos of the Breath

  5. (Source: adrianivashkov)

  6. did-you-kno:

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    did-you-kno:

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  7. fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.Top Text: “LAST MINUTE SCHEDULED DURING ACT TEST.”Bottom Text: “”YOU DON’T NEED COLLEGE ANYWAY.””]
Former retail robin here who might have to fly back to the nest soon.
When I turned 17, my guardian took me around to get a job. At my local mall, I got a job at a certain store that looks like Pears in 2007. It was my very first job and I had limited hours during the week due to school, but I usually worked right after school until closing, and then a few hours on the weekends.
The warning bells should have went off when I suddenly found myself scheduled to work during school times (10am-4pm shifts during the week). Although my immediate manager rectified the mistake quickly, my supervisor made it seem like a huge hassle and huffed and puffed about it.
A month passes and I’m scheduled to take my ACT (similar to the SAT) exam in order to get into college. I requested Saturday morning to midday off in order to take my exam. My request was approved as of the last time I worked, which was Thursday close. I checked the schedule before I left, and I was not scheduled to work Saturday morning.
During the exam, my cell phone wouldn’t stop vibrating in my pocket but I ignore it because I don’t want to forfeit the exam I paid so much for. As I’m leaving the exam room about 11:30am, my guardian comes rushing up to me, explaining that my supervisor has been calling the house non-stop and my phone trying to find out why I’m missing my shift. Confused, I run home and quickly change into some approved clothes and then rush to the mall. I check the schedule in the back room and I found out that I was ~penciled~ in for Saturday morning with the last update being Friday afternoon.
So not only was I last-minute penciled into a shift on a day I wasn’t even working, for a time I specifically requested off (I didn’t even request the whole day, just the morning to midday), but I wasn’t even notified of this change via phone call, text, or e-mail.
I go up to my manager, who said she didn’t change the schedule and was also confused, and that I’d had to talk to my supervisor. My supervisor yelled that someone called in sick and although my time off was approved weeks ago, I was needed for this morning. He said I “should just come in every day” even on days I don’t have off to check the schedule. When I tried to explain that this test was important to get into college, he just smiled and said, “You don’t need college anyway, girlie.”
Tagging this as discrimination just in case.

    fuckyeahretailrobin:

    [Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

    Top Text: “LAST MINUTE SCHEDULED DURING ACT TEST.”

    Bottom Text: “”YOU DON’T NEED COLLEGE ANYWAY.””]

    Former retail robin here who might have to fly back to the nest soon.

    When I turned 17, my guardian took me around to get a job. At my local mall, I got a job at a certain store that looks like Pears in 2007. It was my very first job and I had limited hours during the week due to school, but I usually worked right after school until closing, and then a few hours on the weekends.

    The warning bells should have went off when I suddenly found myself scheduled to work during school times (10am-4pm shifts during the week). Although my immediate manager rectified the mistake quickly, my supervisor made it seem like a huge hassle and huffed and puffed about it.

    A month passes and I’m scheduled to take my ACT (similar to the SAT) exam in order to get into college. I requested Saturday morning to midday off in order to take my exam. My request was approved as of the last time I worked, which was Thursday close. I checked the schedule before I left, and I was not scheduled to work Saturday morning.

    During the exam, my cell phone wouldn’t stop vibrating in my pocket but I ignore it because I don’t want to forfeit the exam I paid so much for. As I’m leaving the exam room about 11:30am, my guardian comes rushing up to me, explaining that my supervisor has been calling the house non-stop and my phone trying to find out why I’m missing my shift. Confused, I run home and quickly change into some approved clothes and then rush to the mall. I check the schedule in the back room and I found out that I was ~penciled~ in for Saturday morning with the last update being Friday afternoon.

    So not only was I last-minute penciled into a shift on a day I wasn’t even working, for a time I specifically requested off (I didn’t even request the whole day, just the morning to midday), but I wasn’t even notified of this change via phone call, text, or e-mail.

    I go up to my manager, who said she didn’t change the schedule and was also confused, and that I’d had to talk to my supervisor. My supervisor yelled that someone called in sick and although my time off was approved weeks ago, I was needed for this morning. He said I “should just come in every day” even on days I don’t have off to check the schedule. When I tried to explain that this test was important to get into college, he just smiled and said, “You don’t need college anyway, girlie.”

    Tagging this as discrimination just in case.

  8. fuckyeahretailrobin:

I used to enjoy Saturdays… And then I worked retail.

    fuckyeahretailrobin:

    I used to enjoy Saturdays… And then I worked retail.