Anonymous asked:
Don't delete my anons, that's rude 🥺
Very well, I'll post it instead.
Anonymous asked:
Mowed lawn barefoot one time. Stepped in dog 💩. I don’t have a dog. 0/10 would not recommend.
Is it better to scrape a shoe or wash a foot?
Now we're getting philosophical.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Get fucked.
Company gives me money, I do things. I do not generally care about profit margins and the like because I'm there for a fucking check.
When my check is high enough to give a shit about profit margins and the like, I'll let them know.
Ya know, John, I find it incredibly disrespectful as an employee to not care about profit margins. How dare you not know your place as a wage slave PLEEB.
You should also be excited to recycle bottles. Like “wet your panties” levels of excited.
Like I just… you only got a job to pay bills?! Next you’re gonna tell us you’d steal food if your family was starving smh my head
you have no idea how grateful I am to know you're trolling.
Anonymous asked:
Maybe you can give me some advice?
My bosses keep short-staffing us to get better bonuses, and the equipment is...awful. We have to go downstairs to get a bucket of ice to use to make drinks since the upstairs ice machine has been broken forever. Imagine how bad it is during the rush to have to go downstairs for a bucket of ice.
We can't serve espresso because that machine has been broken forever and somehow none of the customers know it despite a sign on the door and the registers. Then there's Diane, the GM. She loves coming out and chewing our asses for not getting everything done despite running at half staff most days. What would you do here? Would you look for a new job, or cash out the structured settlement I got as part of a freak accident with a buttplug called "the thickener" I don't know what to do.
I really think it could work here but I don't know if management will ever change and our HR person is on a leave of absence. It's basically hell. Any advice?
Ya know, I was ready to give actual advice and then the ending hit me like a truck and now I’m going back to bed 😭💀
I must have kicked puppies in a previous life 💀
this was art.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Get fucked.
Company gives me money, I do things. I do not generally care about profit margins and the like because I'm there for a fucking check.
When my check is high enough to give a shit about profit margins and the like, I'll let them know.
reblog this if you think the toggle for tumblr live should be permanent instead of a 7-day snooze
trying to prove something to @staff
really need that one anon who told me I was lying about a woman eating in the bathroom to see this.
I've held onto that for years now.
“So you’re going to boycott a chain…because it’s closing down Chicago branches…that weren’t performing well enough?”
They likely would have done well enough if it weren’t for the volume of shoplifting that was done at them which might have been reduced if it weren’t for the local prosecutors refusing to do their jobs.
And for the peanut gallery, I’m not talking about someone running off with a bag of potatoes I’m talking about shit like this.
Could always sell pictures of your feet 👣
I'm too afraid to find out who would pay money for those. The psychic damage might kill me.
DAMN IT ALL: PART 2
After sitting and stewing on the new announced hour cuts for a while I decided to talk to my manager about it.
As the hour cuts aren’t his fault and he’s been cool with the few requests I’ve made, I wasn’t a snarky dickhead with him.
First he asked if I wanted to go full time. Since time off is a pain in the balls for a full-timer here I declined. On that note, i did tell him that 24 hours spread out over 4-5 days wouldn’t work for me - and that when that happened I’d be moving on.
I clarified that I wasn’t making some fucknut threat - merely stating my position. I do this mostly because bosses that aren’t assholes deserve to be given as much advanced notice as possible.
To that end, he let me know that hour cuts weren’t coming any time soon because he planned to drag his feet as long as possible. He [mostly] likes the team he has and knows the regional is fucking things up.
I liked the honestly.
At the end of the conversation we agreed that showing up for 24 hours a week isn’t really worth the time. He’s going to warn me a month or two before he’ll be forced to start it so I can start the search.
All in all pretty reasonable.
Maybe I’m not meant to work. Maybe I’m meant to be a lazy slut in the comfort of my own home. -J
DAMN IT ALL
I’ve really been liking my pharmacy job. No idiot coworkers worth blogging about, most of the customers are normal, and they don’t screw with my pay.
But the regional visited the other day and long story short - hours are being cut for part time pharmacy techs. Which includes me.
So now instead of a steady 32-40 hours a week I’ll get somewhere around 24. And they’ll want to spread that out over 4-5 days.
That’s a bullshit schedule. My manager knows it, but his hands are tied.
I don’t think I want this at all.
I’m tired of changing jobs because of stupid management. -J
My friend @venus-hypnosis went and drew my dog for me because she wanted to.
I love it and will be having it hanging in my house as soon as she's done with it.
Souls games experience is where you can somehow solo a boss without taking damage just to immediately walk out and get obliterated by a dog
So I've been looking at local tattoo places as @shriekingpotatos directed me to.
It's been a mix of meh, HOLY SHIT SHE'S GOOD!, and STEP AWAY FROM THE NEEDLE YOU SHOULD BE USING CRAYOLA.
Mind you, I've no artistic talent myself...but damn.
Guess I’ll just die
It may or may not be common knowledge, but doctors are prescribing insulin (Wegovy) for weight loss. Once I have a prescription, I don’t care what it’s for, I’m just there to fill it as appropriate. Insurance cares though, and won’t cover it unless it’s for diabetes.
Most patients understand this. Whether that’s because they contact their insurance and find out before visiting or calling the pharmacy or because their doctors tell them upfront remains unknown.
Lady shows up today to pick up her prescription and discovers the cost is...significant.
Her: BUT I HAVE INSURANCE!
Me: Your insurance won’t cover it unless you’re diabetic. Are you?
Her: No, I’m just fat! I’m going to use it to lose weight.
Me: Unfortunately insurance doesn’t cover it for weight loss.
Her: How am I supposed to pay for it?
Me: I suggest you talk to the prescriber about options. Maybe they know of a discount program or something you could use?
Her: Guess I’ll just die. That’ll make you happy.
I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed to respond to that, so I just walked away and let the manager know we had a crazy person out front.
He went out to talk to her, told her the exact thing I did, and she decided to go off and talk to her doctor about it...just like I told her to do.
Guess she needed to hear it from somebody with a degree as opposed to a lackey.
I don’t mind being a lackey for the most part. Just do as I’m told and near zero responsibility. -J