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thatdiabolicalfeminist · 3 months

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No sooner is the exploitation of the labourer by the manufacturer, so far at an end, that he receives his wages in cash, than he is set upon by the other portions of the bourgeoisie, the landlord, the shopkeeper, the pawnbroker, etc. The lower strata of the middle class—the small tradespeople, shopkeepers, retired tradesmen generally, the handicraftsmen and peasants—all these sink gradually into the proletariat, partly because their diminutive capital does not suffice for the scale on which Modern Industry is carried on, and is swamped in the competition with the large capitalists, partly because their specialized skill is rendered worthless by the new methods of production. Thus the proletariat is recruited from all classes of the population. The proletariat goes through various stages of development. With its birth begins its struggle with the bourgeoisie. At first the contest is carried on by individual labourers, then by the workpeople of a factory, then by the operatives of one trade, in one locality, against the individual bourgeois who directly exploits them. They direct their attacks not against the bourgeois conditions of production, but against the instruments of production themselves; they destroy imported wares that compete with their labour, they smash to pieces machinery, they set factories ablaze, they seek to restore by force the vanished status of the workman of the Middle Ages. At this stage the labourers still form an incoherent mass scattered over the whole country, and broken up by their mutual competition. If anywhere they unite to form more compact bodies, this is not yet the consequence of their own active union, but of the union of the bourgeoisie, which class, in order to attain its own political ends, is compelled to set the whole proletariat in motion, and is moreover yet, for a time, able to do so. At this stage, therefore, the proletarians do not fight their enemies, but the enemies of their enemies, the remnants of absolute monarchy, the landowners, the non-industrial bourgeois, the petty bourgeoisie. Thus the whole historical movement is concentrated in the hands of the bourgeoisie; every victory so obtained is a victory for the bourgeoisie. But with the development of industry the proletariat not only increases in number; it becomes concentrated in greater masses, its strength grows, and it feels that strength more. The various interests and conditions of life within the ranks of the proletariat are more and more equalised, in proportion as machinery obliterates all distinctions of labour, and nearly everywhere reduces wages to the same low level. The growing competition among the bourgeois, and the resulting commercial crises, make the wages of the workers ever more fluctuating. The unceasing improvement of machinery, ever more rapidly developing, makes their livelihood more and more precarious; the collisions between individual workmen and individual bourgeois take more and more the character of collisions between two classes. Thereupon the workers begin to form combinations (Trades Unions) against the bourgeois; they club together in order to keep up the rate of wages; they found permanent associations in order to make provision beforehand for these occasional revolts. Here and there the contest breaks out into riots.

Now and then the workers are victorious, but only for a time. The real fruit of their battles lies, not in the immediate result, but in the ever-expanding union of the workers. This union is helped on by the improved means of communication that are created by modern industry and that place the workers of different localities in contact with one another. It was just this contact that was needed to centralise the numerous local struggles, all of the same character, into one national struggle between classes. But every class struggle is a political struggle. And that union, to attain which the burghers of the Middle Ages, with their miserable highways, required centuries, the modern proletarians, thanks to railways, achieve in a few years.

This organisation of the proletarians into a class, and consequently into a political party, is continually being upset again by the competition between the workers themselves. But it ever rises up again, stronger, firmer, mightier. It compels legislative recognition of particular interests of the workers, by taking advantage of the divisions among the bourgeoisie itself.

-The Communist Manifesto, Karl Marx and Frederich Engels

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communist-manifesto-daily · 1 month

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The Communist Manifesto - Part 5

But not only has the bourgeoisie forged the weapons that bring death to itself; it has also called into existence the men who are to wield those weapons – the modern working class – the proletarians.

In proportion as the bourgeoisie, i.e., capital, is developed, in the same proportion is the proletariat, the modern working class, developed – a class of labourers, who live only so long as they find work, and who find work only so long as their labour increases capital. These labourers, who must sell themselves piecemeal, are a commodity, like every other article of commerce, and are consequently exposed to all the vicissitudes of competition, to all the fluctuations of the market.

Owing to the extensive use of machinery, and to the division of labour, the work of the proletarians has lost all individual character, and, consequently, all charm for the workman. He becomes an appendage of the machine, and it is only the most simple, most monotonous, and most easily acquired knack, that is required of him. Hence, the cost of production of a workman is restricted, almost entirely, to the means of subsistence that he requires for maintenance, and for the propagation of his race. But the price of a commodity, and therefore also of labour, is equal to its cost of production. In proportion, therefore, as the repulsiveness of the work increases, the wage decreases. Nay more, in proportion as the use of machinery and division of labour increases, in the same proportion the burden of toil also increases, whether by prolongation of the working hours, by the increase of the work exacted in a given time or by increased speed of machinery, etc.

Modern Industry has converted the little workshop of the patriarchal master into the great factory of the industrial capitalist. Masses of labourers, crowded into the factory, are organised like soldiers. As privates of the industrial army they are placed under the command of a perfect hierarchy of officers and sergeants. Not only are they slaves of the bourgeois class, and of the bourgeois State; they are daily and hourly enslaved by the machine, by the overlooker, and, above all, by the individual bourgeois manufacturer himself. The more openly this despotism proclaims gain to be its end and aim, the more petty, the more hateful and the more embittering it is.

The less the skill and exertion of strength implied in manual labour, in other words, the more modern industry becomes developed, the more is the labour of men superseded by that of women. Differences of age and sex have no longer any distinctive social validity for the working class. All are instruments of labour, more or less expensive to use, according to their age and sex.

No sooner is the exploitation of the labourer by the manufacturer, so far, at an end, that he receives his wages in cash, than he is set upon by the other portions of the bourgeoisie, the landlord, the shopkeeper, the pawnbroker, etc.

The lower strata of the middle class – the small tradespeople, shopkeepers, and retired tradesmen generally, the handicraftsmen and peasants – all these sink gradually into the proletariat, partly because their diminutive capital does not suffice for the scale on which Modern Industry is carried on, and is swamped in the competition with the large capitalists, partly because their specialised skill is rendered worthless by new methods of production. Thus the proletariat is recruited from all classes of the population.

The proletariat goes through various stages of development. With its birth begins its struggle with the bourgeoisie. At first the contest is carried on by individual labourers, then by the workpeople of a factory, then by the operative of one trade, in one locality, against the individual bourgeois who directly exploits them. They direct their attacks not against the bourgeois conditions of production, but against the instruments of production themselves; they destroy imported wares that compete with their labour, they smash to pieces machinery, they set factories ablaze, they seek to restore by force the vanished status of the workman of the Middle Ages.

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soup-into-dragons · 1 year

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Hello fellow autistics!

I've just been allowed ear defenders for my upcoming a-level exams. Yippee!

However, the ones I currently have and love are active noise cancelling (electronic device) and I'm only allowed passive noise cancellation (physically block sound)

I've been looking online at ear defenders, and generally they fall into either being for children or workpeople, which is slightly frustrating. Like all the ones advertised as 'for autism' are for kids!

If anyone has experience with ear defenders I would love to hear your opinion, (be it good or bad) where you got them from and what they were originally advertised as. I'm only interested in over-the-ear defenders rather than plugs though, because I find earplugs uncomfortable.

Thanks! :)

#autism #autsitic #ear defenders #sensory processing disorder #auditory processing disorder #a levels #a level exams #exams #noise cancelling #noise canceling headphones

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beccaa-beann · 1 year

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lesmislettersdaily · 1 year

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Result Of The Success

Volume 1: Fantine; Book 5: The Descent; Chapter 10: Result Of The Success

She had been dismissed towards the end of the winter; the summer passed, but winter came again. Short days, less work. Winter: no warmth, no light, no noonday, the evening joining on to the morning, fogs, twilight; the window is gray; it is impossible to see clearly at it. The sky is but a vent-hole. The whole day is a cavern. The sun has the air of a beggar. A frightful season! Winter changes the water of heaven and the heart of man into a stone. Her creditors harrassed her.

Fantine earned too little. Her debts had increased. The Thénardiers, who were not promptly paid, wrote to her constantly letters whose contents drove her to despair, and whose carriage ruined her. One day they wrote to her that her little Cosette was entirely naked in that cold weather, that she needed a woollen skirt, and that her mother must send at least ten francs for this. She received the letter, and crushed it in her hands all day long. That evening she went into a barber’s shop at the corner of the street, and pulled out her comb. Her admirable golden hair fell to her knees.

“What splendid hair!” exclaimed the barber.

“How much will you give me for it?” said she.

“Ten francs.”

“Cut it off.”

She purchased a knitted petticoat and sent it to the Thénardiers. This petticoat made the Thénardiers furious. It was the money that they wanted. They gave the petticoat to Éponine. The poor Lark continued to shiver.

Fantine thought: “My child is no longer cold. I have clothed her with my hair.” She put on little round caps which concealed her shorn head, and in which she was still pretty.

Dark thoughts held possession of Fantine’s heart.

When she saw that she could no longer dress her hair, she began to hate every one about her. She had long shared the universal veneration for Father Madeleine; yet, by dint of repeating to herself that it was he who had discharged her, that he was the cause of her unhappiness, she came to hate him also, and most of all. When she passed the factory in working hours, when the workpeople were at the door, she affected to laugh and sing.

An old workwoman who once saw her laughing and singing in this fashion said, “There’s a girl who will come to a bad end.”

She took a lover, the first who offered, a man whom she did not love, out of bravado and with rage in her heart. He was a miserable scamp, a sort of mendicant musician, a lazy beggar, who beat her, and who abandoned her as she had taken him, in disgust.

She adored her child.

The lower she descended, the darker everything grew about her, the more radiant shone that little angel at the bottom of her heart. She said, “When I get rich, I will have my Cosette with me;” and she laughed. Her cough did not leave her, and she had sweats on her back.

One day she received from the Thénardiers a letter couched in the following terms: “Cosette is ill with a malady which is going the rounds of the neighborhood. A miliary fever, they call it. Expensive drugs are required. This is ruining us, and we can no longer pay for them. If you do not send us forty francs before the week is out, the little one will be dead.”

She burst out laughing, and said to her old neighbor: “Ah! they are good! Forty francs! the idea! That makes two napoleons! Where do they think I am to get them? These peasants are stupid, truly.”

Nevertheless she went to a dormer window in the staircase and read the letter once more. Then she descended the stairs and emerged, running and leaping and still laughing.

Some one met her and said to her, “What makes you so gay?”

She replied: “A fine piece of stupidity that some country people have written to me. They demand forty francs of me. So much for you, you peasants!”

As she crossed the square, she saw a great many people collected around a carriage of eccentric shape, upon the top of which stood a man dressed in red, who was holding forth. He was a quack dentist on his rounds, who was offering to the public full sets of teeth, opiates, powders and elixirs.

Fantine mingled in the group, and began to laugh with the rest at the harangue, which contained slang for the populace and jargon for respectable people. The tooth-puller espied the lovely, laughing girl, and suddenly exclaimed: “You have beautiful teeth, you girl there, who are laughing; if you want to sell me your palettes, I will give you a gold napoleon apiece for them.”

“What are my palettes?” asked Fantine.

“The palettes,” replied the dental professor, “are the front teeth, the two upper ones.”

“How horrible!” exclaimed Fantine.

“Two napoleons!” grumbled a toothless old woman who was present. “Here’s a lucky girl!”

Fantine fled and stopped her ears that she might not hear the hoarse voice of the man shouting to her: “Reflect, my beauty! two napoleons; they may prove of service. If your heart bids you, come this evening to the inn of the Tillac d’Argent; you will find me there.”

Fantine returned home. She was furious, and related the occurrence to her good neighbor Marguerite: “Can you understand such a thing? Is he not an abominable man? How can they allow such people to go about the country! Pull out my two front teeth! Why, I should be horrible! My hair will grow again, but my teeth! Ah! what a monster of a man! I should prefer to throw myself head first on the pavement from the fifth story! He told me that he should be at the Tillac d’Argent this evening.”

“And what did he offer?” asked Marguerite.

“Two napoleons.”

“That makes forty francs.”

“Yes,” said Fantine; “that makes forty francs.”

She remained thoughtful, and began her work. At the expiration of a quarter of an hour she left her sewing and went to read the Thénardiers’ letter once more on the staircase.

On her return, she said to Marguerite, who was at work beside her:—

“What is a miliary fever? Do you know?”

“Yes,” answered the old spinster; “it is a disease.”

“Does it require many drugs?”

“Oh! terrible drugs.”

“How does one get it?”

“It is a malady that one gets without knowing how.”

“Then it attacks children?”

“Children in particular.”

“Do people die of it?”

“They may,” said Marguerite.

Fantine left the room and went to read her letter once more on the staircase.

That evening she went out, and was seen to turn her steps in the direction of the Rue de Paris, where the inns are situated.

The next morning, when Marguerite entered Fantine’s room before daylight,—for they always worked together, and in this manner used only one candle for the two,—she found Fantine seated on her bed, pale and frozen. She had not lain down. Her cap had fallen on her knees. Her candle had burned all night, and was almost entirely consumed. Marguerite halted on the threshold, petrified at this tremendous wastefulness, and exclaimed:—

“Lord! the candle is all burned out! Something has happened.”

Then she looked at Fantine, who turned toward her her head bereft of its hair.

Fantine had grown ten years older since the preceding night.

“Jesus!” said Marguerite, “what is the matter with you, Fantine?”

“Nothing,” replied Fantine. “Quite the contrary. My child will not die of that frightful malady, for lack of succor. I am content.”

So saying, she pointed out to the spinster two napoleons which were glittering on the table.

“Ah! Jesus God!” cried Marguerite. “Why, it is a fortune! Where did you get those louis d’or?”

“I got them,” replied Fantine.

At the same time she smiled. The candle illuminated her countenance. It was a bloody smile. A reddish saliva soiled the corners of her lips, and she had a black hole in her mouth.

The two teeth had been extracted.

She sent the forty francs to Montfermeil.

After all it was a ruse of the Thénardiers to obtain money. Cosette was not ill.

Fantine threw her mirror out of the window. She had long since quitted her cell on the second floor for an attic with only a latch to fasten it, next the roof; one of those attics whose extremity forms an angle with the floor, and knocks you on the head every instant. The poor occupant can reach the end of his chamber as he can the end of his destiny, only by bending over more and more.

She had no longer a bed; a rag which she called her coverlet, a mattress on the floor, and a seatless chair still remained. A little rosebush which she had, had dried up, forgotten, in one corner. In the other corner was a butter-pot to hold water, which froze in winter, and in which the various levels of the water remained long marked by these circles of ice. She had lost her shame; she lost her coquetry. A final sign. She went out, with dirty caps. Whether from lack of time or from indifference, she no longer mended her linen. As the heels wore out, she dragged her stockings down into her shoes. This was evident from the perpendicular wrinkles. She patched her bodice, which was old and worn out, with scraps of calico which tore at the slightest movement. The people to whom she was indebted made “scenes” and gave her no peace. She found them in the street, she found them again on her staircase. She passed many a night weeping and thinking.

Her eyes were very bright, and she felt a steady pain in her shoulder towards the top of the left shoulder-blade. She coughed a great deal. She deeply hated Father Madeleine, but made no complaint. She sewed seventeen hours a day; but a contractor for the work of prisons, who made the prisoners work at a discount, suddenly made prices fall, which reduced the daily earnings of working-women to nine sous. Seventeen hours of toil, and nine sous a day! Her creditors were more pitiless than ever. The second-hand dealer, who had taken back nearly all his furniture, said to her incessantly, “When will you pay me, you hussy?” What did they want of her, good God! She felt that she was being hunted, and something of the wild beast developed in her. About the same time, Thénardier wrote to her that he had waited with decidedly too much amiability and that he must have a hundred francs at once; otherwise he would turn little Cosette out of doors, convalescent as she was from her heavy illness, into the cold and the streets, and that she might do what she liked with herself, and die if she chose. “A hundred francs,” thought Fantine. “But in what trade can one earn a hundred sous a day?”

“Come!” said she, “let us sell what is left.”

The unfortunate girl became a woman of the town.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Wednesday 10 August 1836

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no kiss A- crying and low talked to her she wants to go from home it would be madness in me just now very fine morning and F62° at 8 10 am out till breakfast at 9 - out with William Keighley topping a large oak against the new approach road thro’ the wood and cut down a fineish young dead ash not far from the oak - William K- observed he seldom knew a new road made thro’ a wood, but some trees died - it was like as if a new air was let in that killed them - WK- had beer, and then went to cut down the 3 good larches and the one dead Spruce fir at Lower place against the garden wall - Mr. S. Washington came about 10 to set up rent book for me - had Mr. Husband and Moorhouse the whitesmith and bell-hanger to hang bell for my aunt in the parlour and parlour bedroom - and had 2 men from Greenwood’s to paper the room - Mrs. Ann Lee here (as yesterday also) making curtains for the room and bedroom - Matty here (has been these ten days already) doing up beds - A- says we have so many workpeople in the house, she will stay at home today and not go to Cliff hill - Mr. Husband ordered about the bells hanging (for my aunt and my dressing room) and gave me Mr. Harper’s measurement and valuation of Booth’s masonry at the Lodge = £345.17.0 and Mr. Washington’s note to Mawson saying that the difference between his (Mr. Washington’s) and Mr. Harper’s measurement of the meer was so small that he (SW-) considered Mr. H-‘s measurement right - I mentioned this to SW asked on what side the difference was - he said about 20 yards+ but Mawson was quite satisfied - I said I was very glad of it - Mr. H- must settle as he thought fit but I would rather the difference in M-‘s favour was allowed - SW- mentioned that Simeon Shaw had applied for Hilltop - I said I had believed it was let - but now I was uncertain - the man wanted a new house and barn - to the amount of about £300 which + the expense on the fallow I should not agree to - Rent £50 and a vote - a few minutes with Wood and Jack Green puddling the low pool - and with Robert Mann and Samuel Booth and Matthew (had A- with me about ½ hour) and with Charles Howarth and James finishing guarding the single trees - out - about - till after 12 - then with A- and wrote the whole of the above - and wrote copy of note for A- to Mr. Parker in answer to note from Mrs. Wadsworth that bout [bought] the quarry - A- had note from Mr. Parker enclosing note to him from Mrs. Wadsworth asking if 5 years lease would be long enough of the road from the quarry Mrs. W-‘s wish being to oblige Miss Walker - out at 2 5 - (A- went to Cliff hill) - at the pool with Wood and Jack Green and about 3 Robert Mann + Samuel Booth and Matthew arrived with one of 2 great oak roots (felled at Mr. Gray’s suggestion last year and stubbed up from the old hedge row between the 2 Brook Ings) that Frank carted up and he afterwards brought the other - got them both planted in the high slope above the horse chesnut and at the Rocks, so as to raise the mound and keep out more light from the great Sam-stone in the bottom - came in at 6 55 - dinner at 7 - A- wrote the note to Mr. Parker (vid. 8 lines above this) begging her thanks to Mr. Wadsworth - while out this afternoon Waddington the shoemaker came to me - he will gladly pay A- a shilling a year for his back kitchen (at Hipperholme quarry) - told me the cottages houses and garden adjoining widow Schofield’s cottages were on sale - Miss Walker of Liverpool the owner and would be glad to sell them - I said A- did not want them but W- might ask the price - dinner at 7 - coffee - ½ asleep for some time - A- did her French - with my aunt ½ hour till 10 and read the newspaper - came upstairs at 10 25 - wrote the last 11 lines till 11 - very fine day F52° at 10 ½ pm - the great rag cover laid over the safes today in the cellar -

Mr. Townley of Kirkham near Preston Lancashire came this morning to sketch the house and grounds - asked leave - afterwards thanked me - so I asked him in (about 2pm) and he had bread and butter and beer - meant his sketch for a scene at the new theatre at Blackpool - meant to sketch in the Todmodern valley - came here by accident - much pleased

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stampstamp · 2 years

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It's weird how trust works. My Dad thinks I'm being overly cautious when I ask him not to let strangers who've come to buy my uncle's things into the house. He's chatty and will tell a stranger that I live here alone as he sells them something valuable, so I don't think it's unreasonable to ask him not to let them see what else is in the house or learn the layout. But when we have workpeople here to carry out maintenance, he's the one taking more precautions, which I don't really get? They're an established business with positive reviews and they service a few houses a day - I don't think they're going to case the joint and even if a rogue employee did, we have the business's details and could follow up with them. It's not like FB marketplace where we have no way of keeping track of all the locals that keep coming over.

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incarnateirony · 9 days

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I'm cryinggggg. "My PC is having a very normal merry mercury in retrograde."

"MERRY MERCURY IN RETROGRADE"

"@ Aaron please take the united platform voodoo with you when you leave."

"Ah but did [Crow] ever order that microwave cover for Lord mercury?"

"It's stuck in the mail sir."

"Back from break aka making pizza dough what did I miss."

Truly I have found my workpeople

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purrsephonereigning · 8 months

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H-hey, everyone…. So, there are some workpeople over today doing stuff to the house, and I thought they would be finished by 5-ish or so, but it looks like they are going to be working longer.

I can't really stream while they are still here, so I'm very sad to say today's stream is going to have to be called off, too. :(

The good news is, there should be nothing to conflict with Friday or Saturday, so I'll see you all then!

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alpacinogirlfriendofficial · 9 months

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okay this is about dream girl by laura lippman, it is not that bad like I understand that the protagonist is kinda meant to be liked at first then u realise he's horrible or wtv (if Im getting it right lol) and that's why she's putting all these cringe modern references to cancel culture and PC culture and stuff but it's still annoying like every 2 paras she says shit like " the office was workmanned (workwomanned? workPEOPLEd???)" and this is a direct quote

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thelistingteammiami · 9 months

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9 Low-Maintenance Upgrades to Boost the Appeal of Your Rental Property

Home improvements don't have to break the bank. Even small changes can entice people to visit your rental property. Check out these nine ideas that might influence people to keep coming back and you may see your rental booked more than ever.

1. Start With a Hospitable Gift

For many people, the choice between a hotel or rental property comes down to amenities and location. Most rental properties often charge cleaning fees that hotels don't, so you must make up for that by including something new and unique to your space. Make your guests feel more welcome by giving them something to start their trip off right.

For example, a binder full of restaurant and activity recommendations might be great for a family to decide what to do. A book of coupons could help budgeters make the most of their vacation. Even a welcome basket might be a good idea to make your property stand out from the other options.

2. Stick to a Color Palette

Color is a great way to bring joy to your guests. Whether you lean into color or just have a pop of it here and there, make sure you follow a proper color palette so everything in the home feels cohesive.

Likewise, if you plan to lean into a theme — like coastal for a house near the beach or a Disney theme for places close to Disney World — make sure it's executed well. No one room should feel overpowering compared to the others.

3. Make Space for Work

People deserve to take all their vacation time off work to relax. Unfortunately, it's not a reality for everyone. In 2018 alone, over 236 million cumulative vacation days disappeared because employees didn't use them in time. You can accommodate employees who want to go on vacation but may complete some work while at your rental.

Create an office that feels airy and friendly. You want it to carry the relaxing vibe of the rest of the home without filling it with distractions. Consider including some office staples, like a printer or a mousepad, for anyone who may be traveling with their work or choosing to work from anywhere.

4. Move Out Some Decor

When it comes to decor, less is more. You don’t want anything personal in the house, which can detract from your guests' experience. You may also consider removing some decorations so your rental property doesn't feel cluttered. There's a difference between sticking to a theme and oversaturating a home to where people feel they can't relax. Opt for less decor of higher quality to give your visitors a calming vacation experience.

5. Switch to a Smart Home

This upgrade will make quite a difference to your short-term tenants. Security features like automated locks that can open with a code instead of a key feel much more personal — and safer. Plus, they allow guests to check in at any time of day.

A virtual assistant, like Amazon's Alexa, might be a welcome amenity for any family new to the area. They could ask it about the weather or to recommend something nearby, as well as use it to control the volume or turn off lights.

When you make smart home swaps, you're also leaning more toward energy efficiency. Smart thermostats are one of the best tools to save energy, and you'll be saving money by not having to run it all of the time. Saving money while lowering your carbon footprint is one of the best outcomes you can hope for in the rental business — making these changes smart in more ways than one.

6. Stock the Essentials

Picture it — visitors have arrived and hauled all their luggage in, and now they need to start thinking about what to do for dinner. Your guests will be more impressed with your property if they don't have to go out and buy groceries immediately after a long day of travel. In addition to several cooking and serving items, like plates and utensils, you should also include a few pantry staples.

Salt and pepper, among some other seasonings, are great to buy in bulk and can ensure you always have enough for the next guests coming in. You could also stock the home with butter and oil, which are cooking essentials. If you want to take the extra step and make your guests feel at home, include dry goods, like cereal or bread, to help them make a quick meal if they don't feel like going out.

7. Offer Screen-Free Entertainment

Want your guests to spend more time away from screens? Offer them something fun to do that will bring them closer together. Board games are relatively inexpensive and easy to stock, no matter how many rental properties you have. Plus, they're great ways to improve your brain's health — people who play board games have a 15% lower risk of developing dementia than those who don't.

Bookshelves could be a great addition to any odd space that needs a little something to improve it. An awkwardly bare corner becomes a cozy little book nook without much effort.

8. Set Up Streaming Services

When on vacation, you aren't active every moment of the day. Your guests will probably want some downtime to relax in the home. The best way to help them unwind is by encouraging them to spend time together with a relaxing or exciting movie. You can take the extra step by installing streaming services on your rental home's TV.

Some streaming services you may want to sign up for include the following:

Disney+

Hulu

Max

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9. Cleaning Supplies

You should always clean your rental home between uses to ensure no bacteria or dirt spreads to any of your guests. Still, to prepare your visitors for anything, you should include cleaning supplies with their stay. Messes are part of living anywhere for any amount of time, especially with kids. Incorporating cleaning supplies can help your guests feel ready for any mess and clean it up before it becomes a problem for you.

For example, a glass cleaner can make a mirror shine again if it has water splatter from someone using the sink. Stocking your rental with the proper supplies will help your visitors take the initiative to clean the house themselves when needed.

Make Your Property Memorable

Small things can change your rental property for the better. When guests rent it out for a short or long stay, you want to impress them so much that they tell their friends — word of mouth is one of the best reviews you can receive. Make your visitors feel welcome the best way you can, and your hospitality will pay off.

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cyrenesavage · 11 months

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"The contests about wages in Manufacture, pre-suppose manufacture, and are in no sense directed against its existence. The opposition against the establishment of new manufactures, proceeds from the guilds and privileged towns, not from the workpeople. Hence the writers of the manufacturing period treat the division of labour chiefly as a means of virtually supplying a deficiency of labourers, and not as a means of actually displacing those in work. This distinction is self-evident. If it be said that 100 millions of people would be required in England to spin with the old spinning-wheel the cotton that is now spun with mules by 500,000 people, this does not mean that the mules took the place of those millions who never existed. It means only this, that many millions of workpeople would be required to replace the spinning machinery. If, on the other hand, we say, that in England the power-loom threw 800,000 weavers on the streets, we do not refer to existing machinery, that would have to be replaced by a definite number of workpeople, but to a number of weavers in existence who were actually replaced or displaced by the looms."

Excerpt from: Capital Vol. 1, Ch. 15, Section 5, "The Strife Between Workman and Machine"

https://www.marxists.org/archive/marx/works/1867-c1/ch15.htm#S5

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"And what was his fault? What made him hated by the citizens? What caused him to be banished by his countrymen?" "What do you think it was?” "I ask again 'Whether was it pride, Which out of daily fortune ever taints The happy man? whether defect of judgment, To fail in the disposing of those chances Which he was lord of? or whether nature, Not to be other than one thing, not moving From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace Even with the same austerity and garb As he controlled the war?" "Well, answer yourself, Sphinx." "It was a spice of all; and you must not be proud to your workpeople; you must not neglect chances of soothing them; and you must not be of an inflexible nature, uttering a request as austerely as if it were a command." "That is the moral you tack to the play. What puts such notions into your head?” "A wish for your good, a care for your safety, dear Robert, and a fear, caused by many things which I have heard lately, that you will come to harm." "Who tells you these things?" "I hear my uncle talk about you. He praises your hard spirit, your determined cast of mind, your scorn of low enemies, your resolution not 'to truckle to the mob,' as he says." "And would you have me truckle to them?" "No, not for the world. I never wish you to lower yourself; but somehow I cannot help thinking it unjust to include all poor workingpeople under the general and insulting name of the mob,' and continually to think of them and treat them haughtily." "You are a little democrat, Caroline. If your uncle knew, what would he say?" "I rarely talk to my uncle, as you know, and never about such things. He thinks everything but sewing and cooking above women's comprehension, and out of their line." "And do you fancy you comprehend the subjects on which you advise me?" “As far as they concern you, I comprehend them. I know it would be better for you to be loved by your workpeople than to be hated by them, and I am sure that kindness is more likely to win their regard than pride. If you were proud and cold to me and Hortense, should we love you? When you are cold to me, as you are sometimes, can I venture to be affectionate in return?” “Now, Lina, I've had my lesson both in languages and ethics, with a touch on politics; it is your turn. Hortense tells me you were much taken by a little piece of poetry you learned the other day, a piece by poor André Chénier — 'La Jeune Captive.' Do you remember it still?” “I think so." "Repeat it, then. Take your time and mind your accent; especially let us have no English u's." Caroline, beginning in a low, rather tremulous voice, but gaining courage as she proceeded, repeated the sweet verses of Chénier. The last three stanzas she rehearsed well. "Mon beau voyage encore est si loin de sa fin! Je pars, et des ormeaux qui bordent le chemin J'ai passé le premiers à peine. Au banquet de la vie à peine commencé, Un instant seulement mes lèvres ont pressé La coupe en mes mains encore pleine. "Je ne suis qu'au printemps — je veux voir la moisson; Et comme le soleil, de saison en saison, Je veux achever mon année, Brillante sur ma tige, et l'honneur du jardin Je n'ai vu luire encore que les feux du matin, Je veux achever ma journée!" Moore listened at first with his eyes cast down, but soon he furtively raised them.

Shirley. Charlotte Brontë

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nem0c · 2 years

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That murder was not even mentioned will surprise some people when they learn that Bob was a militant communist.

Bob deserves some space to himself, not simply because I spent part of this evening and nearly all of the next evening in his company, but because he seems to me a figure of some significance. Though he is very much of an individual, he is also a distinct type too. There are a good many Bobs about—especially in the north—and before long there will probably be a great many more. Wipe out at once any mental sketch of a sullen, greasy, long-haired, blue-chinned "comrade." Bob is a strongly-built, alert working man in his thirties; with a good forceful face—eyes slightly aslant and wide apart, blunt nose, short moustache, square chin; and a clean neat appearance. He is married and has a fine little boy, of whom he is immensely proud. I do not think it would be fair to him to say here what his occupation is; but he is employed by a very large concern, works hard and for long hours, and his wages are just over two pounds a week. He has to be up before six in the morning, and as he lives some distance from his work, he is not back again until the early evening. He spends nearly all his leisure either helping at the Settlement for the unemployed or lending a hand with such activities as the Peoples' Theatre. He admitted that this was hard on his wife, who saw so little of him, but told me that she understood and sympathised with him and made the best of it.In his amateur theatricals, he is a promising comedian. When a bit of holiday comes his way, he likes to do a little careful water-colour sketching, and what he does is very creditable to an untrained man with not much time to spare. He is a kindly, lively but forceful sort of chap, who, if he were living in a pioneer society, where labour was in demand and ability soon rewarded, would quickly win promotion, be a foreman, a manager, and so forth; he is something of a natural leader. Having grown up in a very different kind of life, he has turned communist.

He is not at all sentimental about his own class—except in its theoretical existence as "the proletariat"—but quite sternly realistic in his attitude towards it. He is not equally realistic, however, about other classes, with whom he hardly comes into contact. The world he lives in is not the sad muddle that most of us have begun to recognise, but is a mysterious and melodramatic place of vast sinister conspiracies, in which capitalists and bosses and officials plot together to trick him and his mates. Thus, he grumbled and sneered because the concern that employs him has lately been spending money on a certain extension of its premises. They could not spare money, he complained, to give their workpeople some decent wages, but they could throw it away—just to please a few officials—on these building operations. Now even I, who knew very little about the concern, did know this, that it was spending this money in a last desperate attempt to get more business, and that the process of finding the money for this extension must have been like wringing blood out of a stone. But this is typical of his attitude of mind. He did not make this an excuse to attack a muddled wasteful competitive system; which would have been legitimate enough. He saw it as one more example of the conspiracy of bosses and officials. He thinks that most people are poor because a few are rich. Any man receiving more than a few pounds per week automatically becomes one of the sinister conspiring class. The modern world is to him simply a wicked place, and not, as it seems to many of us, a stupid place. When he talks of his neighbours or the men he works with, he is a realist, quick to notice their many weaknesses; but when he argues, unconsciously he becomes an idealist and talks about "the workers" as if they were a race of bright beautiful beings incapable of selfishness, indolence, corruption. On the other hand, men of the employing or managing classes are never to him men very much like himself who, though they may be the servants of a faulty and even cruel system, are honestly trying to do their duty and to be decent and kind and unselfish; they are always sneering cunning tyrants, to whom the very poverty and helplessness of the people are a source of deep satisfaction. And he is, I suspect, permanently trapped into this attitude, like thousands of other working men who have managed to raise themselves above the beer and betting mindlessness of their mates.

I am not, of course, presenting my friend Bob as an example of a Marxian thinker. He is not really a thinker at all, except when he is shrewdly realistic about the life in his immediate neighbourhood. He made one great effort—an effort that not all of us would have been capable of making in his circumstances—to jump clear of this beer and betting jungle, this brutish fatalistic acceptance of the miserable muddle of our present society, and to arrive at the level of his own brand of communistic thought; and since then I suspect he has done no independent thinking at all but has simply applied a woefully rough-and-ready standard to everything. His communism is not a reasoned alternative to a social machine that is wobbling and running down, is not a transition from an obviously incompetent and unjust system to an order of society that embodies our ideas of competence and justice: it is the entrance into a Human Paradise and a new Golden Age, from which, by some mysterious means, all the selfish wickedness of the present world will be banished. Nobody could be more cynical than he is about elected persons and men in authority here and now, but he has no difficulty in persuading himself that in a communist England all elected persons and men in authority would acquire a new mystical virtue. This is Bob, and I have met scores like him. There must indeed be thousands like him in the making. And no picture of contemporary industrial England would be complete without a little portrait of him.

J. B. Priestley, English Journey

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