DO NOT SING ON THE SUBWAY. DO NOT DANCE ON THE SUBWAY. DO NOT DO MAGIC TRICKS ON THE SUBWAY. DO NOT YELL ABOUT YOUR GOD AND OUR DAMNATION ON THE SUBWAY. DO NOT PLAY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS ON THE SUBWAY.
DO NOT SING ON THE SUBWAY. DO NOT DANCE ON THE SUBWAY. DO NOT DO MAGIC TRICKS ON THE SUBWAY. DO NOT YELL ABOUT YOUR GOD AND OUR DAMNATION ON THE SUBWAY. DO NOT PLAY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS ON THE SUBWAY.
Have you seen Superman’s outfit? He’s pretty objectified.
My god, can their t-shirts get even thinner? I guess we’ll find out.
Those big brand companies that we’re more familiar with make their tampons with a bunch of synthetics—rayon and polyester—and might also contain chemicals and dyes.
I’m really curious how employers will keep track of the overtime they owe, as salaried workers generally don’t punch a timecard or anything.
Agreed, it is poorly worded.
Right... the duties test isn’t changing, but the minimum salary threshold is. You can meet all of the duties test criteria, but if you make less than $50,440 you cannot be exempt. I thought that was the whole point of this.
Ugh, after years working in the mid-$40K range, I JUST got a raise past this new threshold like two months ago! I wonder if my old salary+overtime would have added up to more than my new mid-$50K current salary. For my own peace of mind, I’m not going to do the math.
The White Collar Exemption, as I understand it, has always been subject to the $23,660 threshold, meaning that if you were salaried at less than $23,660 you were entitled to overtime no matter what. In order to fall under the exemption, your job had to fall under a certain category and meet certain criteria, AND pay…
oblig.
I think Saturday Night Social especially might trend a bit older, because I imagine a good portion of the youths like to go out and do things on Saturday nights. I’m 33.
This was my major takeaway as well.
Nope, New York. I just really hated George Bush.
That was likely because it was the teeny tiny era between the end of the Cold War and start of the War on Terror. As much as I liked Clinton, I can’t really credit him with being responsible for that.
I was 6 years old in 1988 and remember feeling both an incredible rage and a sense of hopeless doom when I’d heard Michael Dukakis had lost.
Popcorn with olive oil, granulated garlic, and cayenne pepper.
Two Guys, a Girl, and a Pizza Place.