Dann würde ich vorschlagen *innen in dein Brusthaar zu rasieren.

I work in university admissions and the programs require a motivation letter. While absolutely hating writing Cover letters or motivations myself, I do see the advantages for admission (although I absolutely hate the system).

Mainly it is a great way to give applicants with weaker grades a shot. And a good motivation letter where I get a feeling for who they are will put them almost always automatically higher in my recommendations. However, I am so sick of the same ChatGPT motivation. And it is always the same. Oh you honed your ability to do this? Your drawn because of that? I have read your letter 50 times before. And I don’t mean the contents. Let’s be real, most do not have an inspiring story about why they want to study, and that is okay, the program sounding good is a perfectly valid reason. But show me who you are (or what you want me to think who you are). I really developed an adverse reaction to these AI letters. I hate them because I know I’m reading a robots “thoughts”. By all means use the tools available to polish but don’t polish out your personality.

This will lead to motivation letters being abolished. And while for most people that’s great and a CV should speak for itself it will remove chances to get into a prestigious program for people who are not perfect or had the luck to grow up rich.

Noooooooooo, another thing on my to make list! Seriously thank you for the link, it looks so nice, and at least I might have the wool for it at home

And it looks so soft :)

Oooh this is so cute! That’s going to be such a nice Christmas present!

How exciting! I’m sure it’s a great way to make some Memories for you and your first born. How far along are you?

The thing about socks is that 75% of the way I hate making them, but that last quarter is satisfying and I also think it’s not that bad, so I make another one. And then the circle begins again…

This is the yarn I make my hat out of :)

Also anscheinend „ganz normales“ ausschließen und stigmatisieren von Bipersonen.

Ich ziehe morgen 500km um, deshalb bin ich die Woche gut beschäftigt. Nach extrem kurzer Vorlaufzeit (vor weniger als 2 wochen hab ich den Arbeitsvertrag unterschrieben) bin ich etwas besorgt was wichtiges vergessen zu haben. Neben Umzug und Einzug organisieren werde ich mich mit dem Arbeitsamt ein paar mal unterhalten, damit mir endlich mein Arbeitslosengeld gezahlt wird, bei dem es seit 5 Monaten Probleme gibt 👌🏻

Aber trotzdem ich freue mich schon sehr auf die neue Stadt und den Arbeitsstart nächste Woche.

Lufthansa is flagging you a no-show and cancels your return flight without warning or reimbursement. I didn’t like them before, but after doing that I will never set a foot in one of their planes.

I had a international flight with the last leg being a bus ride from Munich to Nuremberg after a 7 hour layover. I opted to take the train that got me there considerably quicker.

On the morning of my return flight when I was about to check in the lady at the counter told me my booking is non existing. That fun trick by Lufthansa cost me 600€ extra.

But I know that is just a little price compared to the emotional damage that poor little company was caused by me…

Eben. Wenn jemand den Artikel interessant findet und eine Diskussion dazu starten will, dann gerne, Teil den link. Aber dieses Linkgeteile ohne irgendeinen Kommentar, oder Einladung zur Diskussion nervt einfach. Ich hab die BR24 App, ich muss die Schlagzeilen nicht nochmal über Lemmy lesen.

Reisen im Süden Deutschlands kann man teilweise billiger über die ungarische Bahn buchen. Im Norden über eine schwedische billig Gesellschaft. Hab da mal n Ticket von Malmö nach München für 40€ gekauft. ICE ab Hamburg, ich musste nur von Hamburg nach München, der Start ab Malmö war aber halt billiger.

I only got robbed once in my life.

First day of vacation, the sun is shining and I’m walking down a street in Porto. Bakeries are advertising their freshly baked goods. Happily I enter one, see above sign, chuckle and proceed to buy one of these delicious looking pastries. I leave the bakery, in my hands is a pastel de nata. Tasty. With a big smile I continue my walk down the street. I turn my head and admire some flowers. Then it hits me. Quite literally. Something hit me in my face, and the bag of pastries is pulled out of my hands. I stand there, baffled. The people around me stare at me. I look at my hands, still trying to process what happened. The dude next to me stares at me, I look at him, looking for my pastry. He points at a seagull. There I see it: a freaking seagull flying away with my pastry. It dived down, mid flight and stole the bag I held in my hands. The hit in my face was its wing. I got robbed by a seagull.