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It only just occurred to me that bathroom stalls in the schools almost never have any marketing on them like they do at shopping centres, ours certainly don't.

Which isn't weird, (obviously don't want corporate marketing into schools) but at home you hang stuff in your bathroom when you have kids- map of the world, vexology poster, dinosaur poster, etc, and I'm always trying to find a way to force my students to actually look at the term calendar in advance instead of being suprised that there's a scheduled assessment today.

I'm replacing the soap in the bathrooms every day, how has it never occurred to me to slap a poster on the back of the door so the students have something to look at, I've got so many posters with no wall space too!

Yup, at my highschool by week 5 they'd be swapping all the gender signs on the bathrooms because the girls were wrecking the mirrors and the boys would bust the doors, and they only had the budget to fix each once so they'd rotate who used which bathrooms to even out the type of damage so even though boys were constantly smashing the doors the first door wouldn't come off the hinge until the end of first term (versus within the first week, which was the damage rate before faculty started the sign swap system).

There was one year where in Term 4 we had a row of porta-pottys because some one's dad owned a shitter company and that was cheaper than fixing the real bathrooms.

I don't know why those degenerates were breaking the bathrooms knowing they'd be stuck pissing with the normal door... Why they couldn't just set fire to the grass behind the woodshop like normal delinquents. Grass grows back for free.

I work at a community education centre now, and the soap dispensers appear to be what everyone likes destroying these days.

We can't afford to replace them so we currently have bottles of hand soap tied to the taps with string that I replace every other day.

Also I've had to put signs up reminding teenagers that poo particles from flushing will land on every surface in a bathroom, so stop kissing the mirrors.

They so often did though, how many massive fires broke out in London before the great fire finally convinced them to stop building overlapping thatched rooves.

Even during The Plague of Justinian scholars wrote about what was essentially ancient social distancing practices, 2000 years ago later we still can't do it properly.

How many times did they have to put up with rat plagues and stinking open cess pits, followed by a big town clean up, and then nothing change in infrastructure or waste management practices, only to do the whole clean up again ....until the Great Stink got to close enough to the windows of parliament that those in power decided maybe they should address the root problem instead of applying bandaids every few years.

(I don't have a history degree so I'm pulling these details out of the memory depths of my dusty documentary viewings, and I'm probably wrong.)

Goose is the female and sex neutral term for members of those bird species.

Just like "cow" is both the female (parous) and sex neutral term for domesticated bovine. (nuliparous/non breeding female cows are heifers, but they are also still cows in the sex neutral usage)

This is a good point about cultural export, majority of modern content use American, and the majority of childhood content at least for me was Canadian.

I'm often surprised how little I know of the UK compared to the USA when I think of how much is imported to Australia from the UK ....including my family.

Thank you so much for giving me your guesses at state names, we did make it easy for you with just a bunch of cardinal directions.

You are bang on with 6 states, and almost bang on with their names.

The place you've dubbed "Northern Australia" is the "Northern Territory" and is not a state, the state you are missing is South Australia.

We have two major territories, Northern Territory as mentioned, but then similar to the USA, our national capital is not located within a state.

Our capital city is in "The Australian Capital Territory", or just "the ACT"

We are super creative with the names. Hence why we named 2 after the Queen (then stupidly named the capital city of Victoria "Melbourne" instead of "Batmania", which was totally an option on the table!) but also America can't talk, how many important places have you named after Washington and Columbus?

Tasmania is indeed ours, ours lonely Island state. Not so fun fact, Tasmanian Devils are endangered because they keeps biting each other's faces off and giving each other contagious facial cancer.

There's another internal territory no one really talks about, Jarvis Bay, it was formed mostly so the ACT could have access to a port without needing to use a state's port.

We have 7 external territories, the main ones being the island territories of Norfolk, Cocos, and Christmas Islands.

I don't read words in any voice other than the naturally subvocalisation that occurs when I'm reading, which is always in my voice.

Even when I read a quote myself Morgan Freeman, I'm hearing my voice, doing a Morgan freeman impression.

But in terms of who I picture? Nothing, people online are not even corporal beings to me until details are revealed. They are still human and have whole lives offline so that's not an excuse to be needlessly rude, but I know nothing of them so why would I randomly invent details unless I'm doing so as a "put myself in their shoes" thought experiment.

But then I have a degree of aphantasia so I'm not "picturing" anything, all I have is words anyway, so it's easy not to add in extra words that change my assumptions about a person.

I just wish Americans would have a little self awareness when engaging in foreign content.

I was in a comment thread for a video on a report by the ABC about ADEs. Now I will give Americans the benefit of the doubt, we both have ABC networks, but ours clearly says "Australia", the news presenter has a Australian accent, and was talking about the Australian minimum wage, there were references to Centrelink and the Australian government repeatedly. If you watched the video and couldn't tell me what country the video was about, you need to go back to primary school, your media comprehension level is dysfunctional .

I mentioned a clarifying point in the the comments about ADE being different from DES and giving numbers for each (you don't need to know anything about these acronyms), and someone starts arguing with me that when they were in the disability program they got xyz and they didn't have to do any of this. I replied saying that these processes have been unchanged for 20 years, I don't know how they're getting what they're getting, they have a unique case. They come back telling me everyone gets that, that's how it is, I need to do my research before I make stuff up. I explain that I work in the sector, I'm looking at the cases software, if they are indeed getting those services through that program, they are the only one of 40,000 people in the program getting that, because that's not how the service works. They tell me 15 million people people use the program. I finally realise what's happening. "there are only 25 million people people in Australia....you're a lost American aren't you?" and sure enough ,they politely reply with "oh yeah, I'm not Australian so I don't know, maybe it's different over there".

And I just can't with that level of American stupidity.

You can came into an Australian forum and assumed I wasn't Australian, assumed I wasn't talking about Australia, then came to the conclusion that "maybe it's different over there" when I had explicitly just informed you that ,yes, the law is different here.

Now many times could I have used the acronym DES before the American thought to themselves "maybe this person isn't talking about SSDI".

And this is just the example from the last hour. I end up in a lot of international PD sessions for my work, and something like this is a daily occurrence, only with the Americans.

Canada, you are sadly not excused from this, nor sure why but it's always "okay, where are we all from? "Australia" "Belgium" "Brazil" "Indonesia" "Fort Freedom" "Edmonton"

Those are cities and provinces, clearly the rest of us are doing countries, some of us are big enough that we could name states if we wanted to, but we're being polite, you've got 50 (10+3 🇨🇦 ) of them and we didn't memorise a silly song in school to learn your states.

The fact that I know how many states the US has and how many provinces and tertories Canada has, but an American would be stabbing in the dark to guess how many states and territories Australia has, even though our biggest state is 3x bigger than Texas and Australia as a whole is a comparable landmass to the contiguous 48.

I felt the same thing watching my partner working this morning. I've been with him 10 years and I still can't explain his job beyond its title because as far as I understand he oversees people as well as works on software that's developed, deployed and managed by another company, but they don't manage software or services or develop anything but they deploy it, but that's not not his team, and it's this one specific program, but it's actually 12 integrated programs, and he's working on one that's in development but he's not a developer, but is not part of anything they're actually doing yet, and that's not his main role.

Everytime he explains it, I get more lost...

What is this job? It's obviously stressful, a lot of other companies rely on on whatever this service is, and my partner, as of this year, makes 8x my income, so it must be important.... Right!?

Right!? He's not making 8x my income pushing pencils....right!?

I teach General Education at a community centre for people who missed out on formal schooling.

My job is 3 words "I teach SOSE", and you know almost exactly what I do you can picture the main tasks and also picture my output (educated graduates)

His job did not exist 15 years ago, the concept of a job like his in software for the masses did not exist 50 years ago, a desk job to this degree of pencil pushing did not exist 100 years ago.

Sometimes I think about how my job is technically one of the oldest in the world, but never a well paid one.

Sometimes I consider a pencil pushing job for a few years, to just get my retirement fund sorted, but if I don't even understand what the job is how can I expect myself to do it?

I think it's "don't think about getting around plane carry on limits with this"

Exactly, so the idea that millennials the generation older than Gen Z are "too young for cassettes" is laughable.

People born in 1995, and early 1996 are millennials, and billions of cassettes existed around them as they grew up.

I'm hoping she doesn't teach highschoolers. If her students cought wind of this post and worked out it was about their teacher, classroom management goes out the window.

My cousin is a coparent in a polycule of 3, but she is not the biological parent of their children, she is the default parent though, as she is a SAHM and the other parents work. They've been together for 23 years.

Half my family acts like she doesn't have any children, and that she's some sad single live in nanny. They will ask her how her "room mates and their kids" are going, even if the "room mate" is standing next to her with his hand on her arse and has just finished telling a story about how in love they are.

My dad is also thinks I have "no real bills" because I don't have a mortgage. He says rent isn't a real bill because it's not like the bank will take my house if I don't pay. History opinion on evictions is "that not the same, because you can get a new place to rent that night, you can't buy a new house in a day"

My rent is 6x more than his mortgage and I don't know anyone who could get approved for a rental the same day they get evicted for not paying rent, but sure dad, I'm rolling in expendable income over here.

Some families are weird about denying how their relatives live.

But it could also be that she calls her cat "her baby" and lives at home with only personal bills.

The only thing I'd need to make smart is my box fan, because once I fall asleep it would be better to turn it off, but I like falling asleep with it on, and I can't turn it off if I'm already asleep.

So I could make that a smart device.

But I got those outlet power adaptors with a mechanical switch timer that just turns the power off when the timer dial rotates. It's got a 24 hour dial and multiple pins, so I could put my fan on a schedule if I wanted.

Cost like $5, I've been using them since 1995. Easy to repair and replace.

If it ain't broke.

Yes! Oh my God, I thought that was a uniquely Australian thing because my partner from the UK had no idea what I was on about. But there was like 2 years in highschool for me where everyone was obsessed with the fitting 3-4 songs on a minidisc.

Though it helped that you could get actual, good music in cereal box mini discs prizes. I got a Missy Higgins single and played it to death. I want to say it was Sugarcane, but the year doesn't match so it had to have been Scar or Sound of White. (it exploded in our PC disc drive, mini discs were great at doing that) I don't even remember the song.

I always heard people that I don’t know cassette tapes or vinyls or slide projectors when I was a kid.

Cassettes?

Sorry... Cassettes!?

There's someone out there who is attempting to insult millennials by saying we're too young for cassettes?

What the heck else would we be listening to music on, Brenda? We didn't have discmans, sure they existed but we had kid money, and it wasn't worth it until anti-skip came along in 1997, by which point at 10-15 we already had a cassette collection... so we had walkmans!

2 billion blank cassettes were sold in 1997, 2 billion the year before... those born in 1996 didn't get born into a world where the 2 billion cassettes sold that year magically disappeared before the kid was old enough to form memories.

Cassettes were the best, though CD-R changed the game for custom mix "tapes", I never went back to actual mix tapes after we got the tech to burn cds. Mix tapes were still going around all year levels in my first year of highschool, but it was mostly mix CDs going around when I graduated, and the rich kids were already just swapping usbs. By uni, we'd send each other mediafire links to a zip file full of mp3s.

I can still kind of imagine the sensation of sticking my pinkie finger in a cassettes to rewind when I couldn't find a pen. Though weirdly, I can't remember how I used to rewind VHS's, I can't picture that feeling. I'm guessing I probably used the rewind feature for video more often, and was find hand rewinding my music.

I think the older generations are forgetting how the passage of time works. Also, just how many of us millennials grew up poor with Gen X hand me downs 😂

That's why in some ways I don't mind that my country still pays for mobile data, because I just don't even bother at restaurants anymore "oh, I've run out of data, I can't scan that, here's my money"

Because of how severely covid lock downs hit our state, every single restaurant I've been to in the last 5 years has used a QR code to order and pay.

I have allergies, so this means I mostly just order black coffee when it's QR only.

I'm not giving you all of my personal details for an overpriced $5 black coffee. The result is that I sit there with my friends, fiddling my thumbs, not buying anything.

My mum and I had a shared period calendar when I was a young teen and still getting used to tracking my cycle, she hung the calendar and pen in the bathroom to model how I could track my cycle in a diary as I got older.

We invented a key/symbol system so the calendar wasn't intrusive for my brother and father to see, and one of the symbols we used for the luteal phase was a sort of hourglass ⏳, it was originally my mums poor doodle/sketch of a panty liner to indicate "you might spot a bit this week" but it looked like an hourglass so I joked that symbol meant I'm "just waiting for the storm to arrive".

It was the perfect symbol for me, because when people ask about the tattoo, and I don't want to go into the real reason I say "it's a visual reminder" and if they ask more I can say "it's an hourglass, because there's only a little time LEFT, it's on my left hand - I get my lefts and rights mixed up. Plus it reminds me to put my watch back on after I get dressed, so it helps remind me of a lot of different things"

Yuuuup, I ended up getting a tattoo on my wrist that is essentially a personal period joke.

At one stage it was crucial for my survival, it was a kind of grounding token to snap me out of hormonal suicidal insanity when my PMS was at its worst. Something I'd see that would bluntly remind me "it's not you, it's your hormones, you don't actually want this"

When I say the urge came and went zero to sixty back to zero in 30 seconds flat, sometimes that was an understatement. I really struggled because in addition to suicidal ideation during PMS, I had undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, which often gets worse with PMS thanks to the way oestrogen and progesterone play off each other.

Guess who's got major impulsively issues. Guess what two symptoms really shouldn't be combined.

I have zero desire to kill myself.

But my hormones seemed desperate to try and make me do it every month, especially as a teen.

It didn't help that I had endometriosis and at 17 developed a uterine prolapse, on top of a rectal prolapse I'd had since I was 12. I was in agony when I was on my period, so sometimes the desire to make the pain stop overlapped with the suicidal ideation. That sucked. Hard to reason your way out of physical pain.

I've had a hysterectomy (from 17-24 my uterus just kept trying to make its own escape anyway despite attempts to sew it in place) and no longer suffer menstrual dysphoria because it turns out that was gender dysphoria not true PMDD. But I still get suicidal ideation as part of PMS, fortunately my ADHD is much better managed so now my tattoo is less a suicide detterant and just a reminder that I still have ovaries (sometimes I genuinely forget, and it takes me a few days to work out why I'm bloated and irritable and why I'm anxious about my sore boobs)

As someone chronically Ill, I feel this so hard.

Every minute that I'm not at work I'm dedicating to making sure I'm likely to be well enough for work tomorrow.

I don't do anything after work without asking "how will this impact my health tomorrow?" and that includes things like not being able to sweep my own floor because I know I need to sweep at work and the nerve damage in my arms won't let me sweep twice in one day without keeping me up all night in pain, and if I don't get enough sleep, I'll get a migraine and won't be able to physically see anything.

Most of my days off are spent in agony trying to restore myself and desperately trying to reset my house and home life so I can keep up with work, without overdoing it on Sunday and making myself sick for Monday.

So yeah, on the one day a month where I wake up for work and I don't throw up or almost shit myself, and my heart rate is doing what it's supposed to do, and I can see and hear and feel my feet... The temptation to "call in healthy", so I can actually have a day off to enjoy myself for the first time in over a month is really hard to ignore.

I actually did that this week because Wednesday was my birthday, I went to work, it was a "bad workable day" (vs a "good workable day" or a "bad unworkable day") and Thursday I woke up feeling really good, I only had a 2 hour shift and it was just admin so I took my first sick day in 6 months and used it to do all my linens and towel laundry. It felt like a proper day off because I was healthy enough to get stuff done for myself, without being in pain or having to stop to run to the bathroom or let my heart calm down, or give up on folding because I can't feel my arms.

I can't do that every time I want or even need to though. My bank account is really good at forcing me to go to work, healthy, half dead, or heaving. Chronic illness is expensive, and some days trying to keep up with work feels like it costs my health more than not working. but sadly not working is not an option for me, because I'm capable of work, so I must. (and continue to push my gov for universal basic income)

For context as to how working while disabled messes you up. I got hit by a truck on the way to work last year, I got to the office and used their first aid kit to patch myself up. Booked a doctors appointment, told my boss I'd be leaving early, then kept working until my appointment.

My boss was fine with this, and then someone on reddit posted a photo of the crash and my boss saw, they realised when I said "I was hit by a truck" what I meant was "I was hit by a truck"

When asked how I was feeling, and reporting "no different to usual" my boss sent me to the ER because they thought I had a concussion and was acting confused. ER checked me out, dislocated shoulder and wrist, soft tissue damage here and there, but otherwise nothing major or serious or nothing I don't already deal with on a daily basis. I went back to finish my shift and my boss asked what I was doing working after I'd been hit by a truck.

I feel exactly the same level of pain today as I do every other day. If I take today off because this level of pain is apparently unworkable, it's a slippery slope, eventually I'm going to have to come back to work despite being in this exact same level of pain. This is my baseline, now I can truly compare it to being hit by a truck.

I used to be on a pension, I wanted to work because I wanted purpose in the neo-liberal hell scape of my society. but my mental health was too shot because of this deep rooted idea that I deserved rest just for being in any level of pain that was out of the ordinary, and subconsciously I would talk myself out of doing anything because I deeply believed I shouldn't have to.

But I don't have that luxury, my ordinary will always be "hit by a truck" level, so right now I either learn how to consistently work through it, or drop dead broke and homeless.

In Australia Google maps has issues with routing cyclists on 80km busy truck transit roads that have no bike lanes, footpaths or shoulders. You'll regularly get stuck behind lost uber eats cyclists whose map took them through a motor vehicle only underpass.

The other day google maps decided to reroute me from a quiet, wide street with no bike lane that was otherwise perfectly safe, and tried to send me through a nightsoil alley, down a heritage stock run that was paved with cobblestones and crossed over a storm drain 4 times in a zig zag.

Yeah, "safer" because there's no cars I guess, but not suitable for bikes at all.