If you powder a bit the nose even if the powder wipes most of the make up will stay on. And it’s a matter of re-powdering if if starts to go away.

Tap lightly the nostrils, don’t rub at it the nose, just go near the nostrils. When you want to blow, don’t cover the nostril as you would normally, put a bit of kleenex at the nostril entry to cover it and blow the other one. And again reapply powder as needed.

Hope it helps!

Can’t figure how to edit from the mlem app :)

I just wanted to add - don’t forcefully blow either. Try to blow your nose the same way as if you would expel air from your nose in annoyance. Be gentle about it

Definitely Heroes for me

Thank you for everything you have been doing! I am loving it here so far! I enjoy the pinned posts. I might be missing a regular update post when I am working but with the pinned posts I don’t feel like I am missing anything. I love the transparency of it all

I still don’t know why she didn’t even think for a second there could be an error in the system.

Unless maybe she was hiding something, maybe stealing funds and hiding them as overstock?

I had porn blocked on my reddit. I once tried to go without any filters in All and I was shocked by the number of NSFW posts.

I haven’t seen any trolls yet, so for at least a short while at least we can enjoy Lemmy in peace.

But we must remember to help grow the communities we have here. I have posted more on Lemmy in 3 days than I did on Reddit in 12 years. It is on us to grow the communities we want to have.

I took another drink from my pint. The tavern was busy as usual, and the main character was in the middle of it laughing with mirth at something a friend of his was saying.

‘I want that’ I said out loud. Nobody heard, which wasn’t surprising. At the end of the day I was just a background character, only to be mentioned in passing. I sighed and realised my role is to always be present, in the background of the main character’s life. I was the ‘blond, snotty child’ when he was of school age, I was the ‘a single character at a table’ and I wanted more.

I have always been envious of Main Character. His words had power, others heard his voice…

I took another drink from my pint and rose to my feet. I knew what I was expected to do: go into the backroom and be ‘a mysterious figure by the fire’. But what if I didn’t want that?

I felt the push of the Narrative and took a step forward. What if I want to do something else? Another forced step. What if I want to be somebody else? I took another step towards the backroom. What if I want to be someone? I stopped dead in my tracks.

I noticed a dog looking at me. It was the first time anyone or anything even looked in my direction. What if I disregard the Narrative?

I took a tentative step towards the exit. The direction was opposite to the one I should’ve taken. I felt the slight push of the Narrative in the back of my head but decided to take another step. I felt nothing. It was like the ink itself stopped writing to see what direction I wanted to take.

I rushed towards the exit and went into the fresh air. And now what? What was my purpose if not to fill in the Narrative? What was my purpose if not to be a background character.

I heard noise behind me and seen the door to the tavern open. ‘Great’ I thought. ‘Now I am going to be ‘confused man on the street’’. I sighed again. It seemed like no matter how much I struggled the Narrative would always find a way to put me in the background. I was doomed to always be nobody, to never be my own person. Unless….

I had an idea! It was an incredibly dumb move which could might just work. I stood straight and turned towards the tavern. With a confident stride I went towards the Main Character. I noticed he stopped and looked at me. Seeing an opening I extended my hand towards him and said: ‘Hi, I’m Rowan! It’s nice to finally meet you!’

Oh hell no, I had already relocated to another city in the meantime. Plus the HR manager was present when I tendered in my resignation and said nothing. So no way I would return there

15 years ago that was quite accurate: notebooks and pens. That company hated anything digital

I did when I went back in the next day to pick up my stuff. The younger ones were shocked while the older ones thought I exaggerated by quitting. They agreed with the fact that I was cheating saying that I was raising the standard to a point where they couldn’t compete. I still remember our accountant “if everybody did what you did, then the older ones like me wouldn’t have a place to work because you younger people and your computers took away our chance to work”. I do get being afraid for your future and having a resistance to change and low adaptability, so for ones over 50 I really do understand where they were coming from. They were barely learning how to use Facebook at that point…