You gotta do a secretory vesicle turn (looks like the open one!) where you swerve wildly off the road, circle around, blaze directly across the street at a right angle, then circle back onto the road heading the other direction. No stopping, no entering, and it’s technically not a U-turn.
My actual high school experience. I enjoy math these days. When I was expected to learn and demonstrate it, I was an unstable teenager unsure if I hated myself or my parents more. (Spoiler alert: it was my parents >_>) Doing math made me slow down and make space in my head, which let out all the dead Hanks and Deans allowed the TRUAMA to flood in.
I’m probably in line for a promotion to management, and this is something on my radar. The GM genuinely doesn’t believe in people coming in sick and will herself be the extra work or hands needed to replace them. I’m the same way. But the example she sets is having Lupus and being some kind of unwell too often to never be sick at work. The other manager, recently promoted, is frustrated by the fact that we legitimately have people who don’t take care of themselves and take advantage of our relatively lax on time and attendance policy. But she’s a good friend of mine who I think can be inspired to grow and move past that, especially if we could manage to filter out a few problem employees. The advent of rec market realities has shaken out several people already, including three out of four members of the management team. It’s just not the job it was a year ago.
Usually there’s an aspect of embodying the good things associated with your place and culture. I wasn’t allowed a sense of pride as a child and never grew to understand it. But if I did have a normal sense of pride, one might say that my love of southern food and country music and disdain for shoes was a form of southern pride. Hell, I am getting the hang of being proud to represent those things without bringing the usual baggages of southern culture. See, being born in a place or of a race isn’t just a thing that happens to you. It’s a life you live. It’s a culture that is built into your foundation. There is no going back or starting over. It’s part of you forever. And you can take inherent pride in who you are, in the things you do, in the mark you leave on the world and people around you. You can be self satisfied to have created a good life and a stable person from the culture and community in which you were raised.
Well obviously. We’d smell the onions if they were just inside of our noses and all around us in crowds. It must be a gourd or something with a lower scent profile.
Literally none of the things you listed here count as modifying your body? As a reply to “nobody should have to arbitrarily change their body for their employer,” “sometimes there are practical clothing and equipment requirements” is practically a non-sequitur.