Nepenthe

This was super funny to read from the depths of my covers with the cat sleeping on me. Probably it's just going to be my back hurts again if I don't move.

But she is sleeping, so this is not one of those decisions that is up to me. Know what you can control.

They are broke

You know how, especially because in ancient Greece court cases could be based more on individual character assessment than any physical evidence, people would gather in marketplaces and workshops or outright hire someone to spread gossip about their opponent? If you knew anything about anything, that was the place it would spread?

Women have the bathroom. The mere suggestion of taking a piss to avoid drama

Oh, you're the lifeblood of @gameart, aren't you? I tried to contribute once, but then my favorite screenshot I ever took never even federated at all and I got too discouraged.

Still sad about it, tbh. No idea if it would happen again or not. I should dig through my folders again. I don't think I have much, but I must have something

Problem being, "There are several vegan dishes I, a curious meat-eater, continue to enjoy to this day and everyone should at least give it a fair shake :D" is always going to come off better and likely pique someone's interest more than "But think of the animals you are deliberately murdering!"

I'm well aware. If that were enough to sway me, I'd already be vegan. When your target lacks the morals you're trying to capitalize on, you're going to have to make it worth their while. In this case through the thing they care about: deliciousness.

Run For Your Life! D:

The End, just like that? Lovely Rita, Here, There And Everywhere! It's All Too Much. I suppose I Should Have Known Better. Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey.

I Don't Want To Spoil The Party, but From A Window isn't really the method I would have expected. Happiness Is (after all) A Warm Gun.

I'll Be On My Way.

Don’t leave us hanging

Found the bat.

One of them is probably a plankton, by the way. 95% of all marine life is plankton.

By namesake, my child should be a Beatle. Not sure if this means I am or that I have to marry a beetle to genetically make that happen. The whole question feels incestuous.

Not that that saying never had the last four letters of DARVO written all over it to begin with, mind, but I'm so used to seeing it in the context of discrediting trauma that I had to stare at it for several minutes to realize it meant, "If the machine constantly fucks up, maybe you're just too stupid for touchscreens."

Not gonna lie, my time in customer service has notably damaged my impression of people. But really, my dude? The contribution is a more insulting version of "works fine for me?"

Eh, you have one cashier watching like 7 checkouts. Security would be a thing regardless, because they'd otherwise be watching to make sure nobody walks out with an item or steals from the register.

I'm not really convinced they do a lot of maintenance on those things, for how well they function, but I also wouldn't be surprised if that's the machine at its best.

Wouldn't know how much they really cost per machine in order to account for that, either, but the Walmart near me only ever has one person watching the self-checkout, doesn't even always have anyone on an available lane, and they've had those things forever.

That one, at least, didn't buy more tech for covid. They just fired some people and redirected the customers. They're saving more than enough in wages.

The fact that, from experience, my average customers per hour divided by pay (and thus, the rightful customer discount for doing my job) still adds up to a matter of cents probably says more about how much I was being paid.

*$7.25 an hour, and I was loudly and publicly threatened with the loss of my job because a customer thought I "wasn't smiling enough" over the Christmas rush and called the manager over.

I'd just had my brother cremated less than a week ago.

We generally aren't sour to each other when you're not looking. Can confirm years of watching customers literally stomp on shit directly in my line of sight so they can turn around and demand a discount because this item is inexplicably dirty or broken has made us very sour at everyone else.

One of them paid for a candy bar, ate the whole thing right there in line, and immediately demanded a full refund because "she didn't like it." Under the watchful direction of the same manager because "the customer is always right," I had to do that.

I wish people would come through my line and say nothing to me.

Eat shit, sir or madam.