a whole store

I love how easy people make it seem to eat healthy

Like pics of them shopping at whole food stores and buying organic, etc.

Yeah, how about a low income family of 4 or more?

Healthier choices are far more expensive and sometimes parents don’t have a choice but to buy the shittier stuff because they can afford to feed their whole family with it.

So I work for a big box store. Our lawn and garden dept is severely understaffed. The whole store knows it. Our store managers have told the front end they are supposed to send a cashier out so the associates can actually get some work done. Well we have one csm that gets saltier than everyone else about losing a cashier so she refused to send me today. I spent my whole shift back there helping which I do at least once a week. My assistant store manager told me last night when I left, to just come back this morning when I got to work and to tell the csms that he said specifically for me to come there and not to ask them just tell them. My csm gets this stank loom on her face when I tell her and is all like, “Well he don’t run the front end” arguing with me for a few minutes bc this bitch knows the asst mgr trumps her. Finally I just walk away to go clock in. I find both my asst mgrs and tell them what she said. He goes yeah she always gives us problems. Then my other asst mgr is like they have to self check hosts, and one self check so I know they have extra people. She immediately walkies and is like csm your cashier WILL be going to L&G. And my asst mgr is even like I’m gonna try to steal you completely bc we love having you in this dept, which I’m excited about bc I hate the front end. My csm brings out my till to the dept all salty bitching under her breath about me. I’m just laughing bc bitch, keep being salty. I m not gonna just put up with your petty attitude and neither is mgt. I’m to listen to the highest level mgr and that’s not you sweetie. Girl bye.

How do the boyos react to helping you on hair wash day?

Today was wash day for me, and I was inspired!! I hope you enjoy 🤣🙌🏾.


Your favorite beautician is out of town on an Altissian cruise with her staff. Naturally that means the whole store closes up shop. With a big engagement coming up on Monday, you’ve decided to tackle hair wash day on your own, Friday after work!

Noctis-

“Can’t you go somewhere else?”, he sighs.
He really doesn’t understand. He has Ignis compile a list of the best beauticians in Eos for you as an alternative, but they don’t compare to your favorite spot, “Ifrits Hot Comb”.
He feels… pretty useless. He doesn’t like it. He resigns to making a sick playlist, full of:
-Drake
-Miguel
-Riri
-Bey (he loves the way you jump around to “Who Run The World”)
And some of your other joint faves.
-He’ll generally watch, and offer moral support and do small things like get you towels, food/drink, etc.
-He’s *actually* attentive, and interested.
-Mostly impatient because he wants your attention.
-Actually turns into a whiny 3 year old baby. It kills him when you’re so close to one another in his lush master bedroom, but you’re preoccupied in his bathroom.
-Proceeds to come in and huff at you. You just make a pouty face back at him and he trudges away.
-This happens every 30-35 minutes.

-Noctis makes sure your salon is always available when you need them from this day on.
-Conclusion: Noctis hates wash day.

Prompto- When you tell Prompto you’ll be doing your hair yourself since your beautician is gone, he’s excited because that means he can have you over all weekend!
You arrive at his place, and when Prompto opens the door to his apartment he’s standing there WITH A BLACK SILK BONNET ON HIS HEADDDDD.
“Oh my GODSSS PROM”
“I’m all ready for you baby!!” he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in, as you laugh so hard you can’t breathe.
He walks you to the kitchen. This boy just about bought out the entire ethnic hair section, that’s now before you on his kitchen counter. Two different types of shampoo, 3 conditioners, one lock and twist gel, one edges gel, detangling spray, two packs of small rubber bands. One wide tooth comb, one rat tail comb. One pic even though you don’t wear an Afro.
“I uh..hope this will do the trick?”, he takes the silk bonnet off his head and sheepishly twists it between his fingers. He blushes pink and his big blue doe eyes blink at you slowly.
“Babe, you are so great” you say, wiping away a straggling tear of laughter from your eye.


Gladio already owns Mane and Tail because of course he does. You discovered this one night when he was fucking you in the shower and decided this was the man you were going to marry. He’s excited to have you stay the weekend.
You came prepared and brought whatever gels you needed. When you’re done washing, you move to the living room and sit on the floor between Gladio’s legs as he sits on the couch, so he can Bantu knot your hair for you.
“You alright babe? Need a pillow down there?”
“Eh, maybe in like 20 mins”
“Alright, then lets get to work” He cracks his knuckles, puts his hair up in a bun, and buckles down.
You bring the blanket into your lap, and begin munch on some popcorn to go with the movie you popped in.


Ignis-
You’d been telling Ignis how you’re less than excited about having to wash and style your hair.
“It always kills so much time, and my back and arms hurt. Gahh, I know I have to do it but ugh. Don’t mind me…”
“My love”, he reassures you, “that’s quite alright. I can only imagine. Do you have all that you need?”
“Yes”, you reply grumpily. At least you’d be able to spend the night at his place. His shower head is divine.
When he lets you in, you see fresh ingredients laid out on his kitchen island. There’s vanilla, jojoba oil, coconut oil, avocado, and a whole host of other natural ingredients
“What are you making babe?”
“Not what I’m making”, he says kissing your neck from behind, and wrapping his arms around you. “But what we’re making. While you were at work, I took it upon myself to find the recipe for natural hair conditioning masks that will leave your natural tresses more radiant than ever. I thought perhaps we could make it together, hm?”
This. Man. You totally hit the jack pot. Ignis always told you how much he loved your natural hair. The shine, the body, the smell. You spin in his arms to give him a lengthy kiss, deep enough to dislodge his glasses.
“Well then,” he says, clearing his throat, “should we get started?”

I was browsing the nintendo store and was kind of saddened to see that they are dividing their gift ideas by gender.

So out of curiosity I decided to see what they were marketing to me, as a woman. Is it just going to be cutesy games like nintendogs or something?

The signs are not good. Is this going to be a ‘men play consoles women play handhelds’ stereotype or something? Lets scroll down…

Huh. Well Pokemon is the next big handheld release. So lets see what they’re marketing to men?

…the same thing…? 

literally the exact same thing.

They posted the same page twice, and just changed the pronouns in the captions.

Nintendo doesn’t care what gender you are.

They just really, really want you to buy Pokemon.

Seriously though, the number of grown adults who pitch a WHINY HISSY FIT when I tell them that they can’t take an animal home is astounding.

My favorite one from this holiday season was a man with a young girl (about 5 or 6 years old) and a teenage boy.  The man approaches me and, without me even asking what I can help them with, says:

Man: So we had a goldfish in a bowl and my son changed the food and it died!
Son: (clearly offended, yet texting) It wasn’t MY fault!
Me: Actually the reason it more than likely died is because goldfish REALLY shouldn’t be kept in bowls.
Man: Well it’s a big bowl, like this! (mimes about a gallon-sized bowl shape)
Me: Yeah, that’s actually pretty darn tiny.
Man: Well anyway, we want to get another one.
Girl: I want three!
Me: Unfortunately I can’t sell you a fish today– your setup really isn’t going to work for a goldfish.  You’re going to need at least 10 gallons for just ONE and even then you’re going to have to upgrade within a month or so.  Goldfish really aren’t a beginner fish…

As I say that I brace myself knowing what’s coming up.  Almost every time I refuse sale of a fish, I get the same reaction: outrage and demanding to talk to the manager, etc.

Man: Well I HAVE a tank.
Me: …I really don’t feel comfortable selling you the fish since I really feel like you’re not going to give it the proper care it needs for a long and healthy life.
Man: What?! I said I have a tank!  Why won’t you sell me the fish?!
Me: How big is the tank?
Man: 10 gallons!
Me: I still don’t feel comfortable selling you the fish.  I’m going to have to refuse the sale, I’m very sorry.
Man: What do you mean?!
Me: I’m not going to sell you fish today, I’m very sorry.
Man: I demand to talk to your manager!!!
Me: -points to nametag- Sir, I AM the manager.
Man: -takes a full pause, not expecting this-
Man: So you’re not going to sell me a fish, really?  These 15-cent fish that you feed to turtles, you’d sell it for that but not to me??
Me: If you had the setup for it, I would be more than happy to.
Man: I told you I have a tank!
Me: You told me you had your fish in a bowl.  I honestly believe you are just saying this to get the fish at this point, sir, I’m sorry.
Man: What do you I have to do, bring in a picture to prove I have it??
Me: -calling his bluff in a cheerful tone-  Absolutely!  I would love to see pictures of your tank and I would be more than happy to help you stock it after seeing your setup!
Man: (He takes another full pause) I’m going to call the company and COMPLAIN about you!  This is ridiculous, what’s the number to complain??
Me: I’m afraid I don’t know that off the top of my head sir.
Man: You don’t know the company number???
Me: No sir, but I believe it’s on our website.

While this was going on, the teenage boy was in the reptiles aisle texting and the girl was watching the turtles swim around in our tank nearby.  The man then grabs his daughter by the hand and does this in front of other customers:

Man: Let’s go– the lady’s not going to sell us fish.  She’s a MEAN LADY. (he’s staring directly at me as I stand there with no expression on my face)
Girl: Oh we’re not getting fish?  -not even upset-
Man: Yeah because she’s a MEAN LADY. (he says these words at a higher volume and with more emphasis)

He continues to repeat that phrase as he exits down the reptile aisle, making customers uncomfortable and I just shrug and go back to what I was doing before this scene.

An hour later I get a call from corporate.

NC: Hi, this is the national center, we just wanted to ask about the conditions surrounding a complaint we received about you.  A customer has complained that you wouldn’t sell him a fish even after stating he had the correct setup.  We just would like to hear your side of the story.
Me: (I tell him about the fact the guy had a goldfish in a bowl and then changed his story saying he had a tank and that I refused sale because I didn’t feel he was being honest or would care for the animal)
Me: And then he left the store, calling me a “mean lady” several times in a loud voice and said he would call you guys.
NC: Ok Christina, I just wanted to let you know that we agree with you 100% and that you did everything you were supposed to.  We wish you a very happy holiday season and I hope your shift goes well!
Me: Thank you!  You too!

I did a little happy dance and told the other manager on duty, who didn’t believe me when I said the company would have my back on the issue (he thought the company would bend over backwards for the guy and it would bite me in the butt)

BUT WAIT IT GETS BETTER

The next day I come in for work at 2PM to find out from my general manager that the guy had called the store (after the nat center told him I was correct, mind you) to complain about me and saying that my behavior was “irresponsible” and that I was “unprofessional” and that I should be reprimanded or fired.

My general manager just said “Well I’m sorry to hear that sir but you see, she has NEVER gotten a complaint as long as she has worked for the company and the national center has already stated that she has done everything according to policy.  Sorry you feel that way, man, but there’s nothing I’m going to do against her in this situation.”

Made my week.

So, yeah, my company defended the life of a 15-cent “feeder” goldfish.

I’m pretty damn happy about that.

the signs as abandoned places

ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.

TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.

GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.

CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.

LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.

VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.

LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”

SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.

SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.

CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted. 

AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.

PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”

After looking at Royce’s new update this just became a big headcanon, because just imagine these two after Yuuri’s letter was sent to Victor on Valentine’s Day.

I can imagine Victor receiving it, and weeks later, deciding to find the perfect chocolate for when white day comes and he can meet Yuuri again… which ends up with him buying everything that’s on his white’s day gift list just to be sure, because he can’t seem to decide which one would be better. Even after being scolded by Yurio for buying too much, Victor knows he is right but he also knows it’s for Yuuri, so he wants him to try them all.

And when Victor finally goes to meet the other boy, and gives him all the chocolates, Yuuri just laughs because it looks like this man in front of him ended up buying the whole store, he can barely walk with his arms full of boxes of white chocolates, and of course Yuuri ends up accepting them all.

Victor came in a suit, while caring all these different types of chocolates just for him. And hours later after eating almost all of Victor’s present, they’ve come to regret their decision, because now they feel sick from the sugar high. Yuuri blames Victor while laughing so hard his stomach starts to hurt again, while Victor blames it to how incredibly tasty the chocolates were. All this while trying to hide the leftovers from Makkachin’s insatiable appetite.

SO I’M AT SEPHORA RIGHT AND I FORGOT THAT MY RINGTONE IS ERIC’S LINES IN HITMEN FOR HIRE AND MY PHONE RANG AND THE WHOLE FUCKING STORE WENT SILENT AND ALL YOU COULD HEAR WAS MY PHONE SCREAMING “I’M GONNA PULL OUT A GODDAMN SHOTGUN AND BLOW YOUR DAMN HEAD OFF”.







But I got the Too Faced Peach Palette in case you were wondering

Sick Day

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean has the flu

Word Count:  2311

Warnings:  None. I think I fluffed.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Sick Day

Kicking the covers off, you give up. Dean has been tossing and turning all night, and you can’t take it anymore.

Crossing to the other bed, you shake Sam gently. “Mmm…” he answers.

“Sam,” you say, shaking harder, “Sam, scoot over.”

“Hmm?”

“Scoot over.”

He rolls over onto his side and you climb into his bed. When the three of you had to share a room, you always opted to sleep with Dean. Sam tends to take up the entire bed with his massive frame. Dean isn’t much better, but you still end up with a little more room in his bed.  

Sam rolls back over onto his other side, snoring softly. Dean moans incoherently in his sleep from the other side of the room. You’re not sure if bunking with Sam is an improvement in your sleeping conditions, but eventually, you drift off to sleep.

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heathers songs rated on the appearance of heather macnamara
  • beautiful: she is indeed there, beautiful and pure. however, no leading lines really 6/10
  • candy store: the whole Sesame Street thing is some good shit 8/10
  • fight for me: where did my flower go?? sad day, friends (but this song is still lit) 1/10
  • freeze your brain: 0/10 no macnamara anywhere
  • big fun: she is there and singing! but she is making fun of Martha, not good 4/10
  • dead girl walking: too dirty for my child -3/10
  • me inside of me: fav song but little to no mac so 2/10
  • blue: girl almost got date raped no way honey -1200/10
  • our love is god: her almost-date rapist got killed so 👌 1/10
  • my dead gay son: she appears! just dancing but still 2.7/10
  • seventeen: good job guys but no macnamara -1/10
  • shine a light: there she is, shining her beautiful rays of light 4/10
  • lifeboat: BABY CHILD NO GOD I WANT TO HUG YOU (but also solo!!!! rock it) 11/10
  • shine a light reprise: soft cries 9/10
  • kindergarten bf: soothing, takes away the pain of heather m not being there 3/10
  • yo girl: SHIT YES but also no macnamara 0/10
  • meant to be yours: she's in ensemble, my baby 3.6/10
  • dead girl walking reprise: CHEER YOUR HEART OUT BABY "CMON WESTERBURG" SO CUTE 13500/10
  • i am damaged: sad, cry, whatever shES NOT THERE -12/10
  • seventeen: friendship ^^ 10/10
Marichat May Day 18: Rejection

Not what you expected, probably.


In the years when he visited Marinette, he found her in multiple states. From excitement to sleep deprivation to anger. At this point, he was sure he saw it all. But as it seemed he was wrong. He had never seen Marinette s broken as now. She was curled in a ball in her bed, her eyes red and puffy from crying. He just scooted closer to her and hugged her. Marinette wrapped her hands around him and hid her face in his shoulder. He didn’t know how much it would help, but he could give it a try. Chat started purring, reassuringly, while he held her close.

“Do I have to cataclysm someone?” he asked after a while, his fingers running soothingly through Marinette’s hair.

She snorted. “Too many people.”

“What happened? If you want to tell me, of course.”

Marinette looked up at Chat, but didn’t move out of his arms. “I got the answer from IFA. I got rejected. And it just… took a toll on me.”

“Marinette… ” she bit her lips obviously trying to keep from crying again as Chat took her face in his hands. “Maye IFA just wasn’t for you. Actually, screw that, it sure wasn’t if they refused your portfolio. There is Istituto Marangoni and there is ESMOND which is miles better.”

“But what if they won’t accept me either.” Marinette looked down. “What if I’m not actually good at all and my pace isn’t in the fashion world?”

Chat lifted her chin gently. “Marinette, don’t you have an online shop?”

“A very little one.”

“Just answer me, please.”

“Yes.”

“Do you still get a couple of orders, even in the dryest weeks?”

“Well, yes.”

“So people like our clothes and buy them. Remember what you told me when you started the whole online store deal?”

Marinette smiled a little. She had been so, so happy back when she started the online store. “That I want to make clothes and see people like them and enjoy wearing them”.

“Exactly. And you don’t need any damn fashion school for that. So head up Princess, your crown is falling.”

Marinette pulled him into another tight hug. “Thank you, Chat. You are the best.”

“Anytime, Marinette.”

I messed up bad.

Did I ever tell you about the time I was the front end manager and one register the receipt printer wasn’t working and I had put in a work order for a new one but it takes several days and we are absolutely slammed. 14 out of 15 registers open. Customers bitching to open the last one. I get the bright idea to take the printer off the second counter register that we never use. I have done this several times. Enough times that if I call the help line and tell them our store number they just ask me what I need instead of walking me through repair steps I have done already and a million times before. But this time… THIS TIME! I don’t know exactly what happened I must have had the plug slightly off or backwards or something.

BANG! They was a spark and loud noise and the registers were dead. ALL OF THEM!! When I plugged it in it shorted out the controller card on the mainframe and took out the backup controller too.

The whole store was at a stand still. To say the customers were pissed off is an understatement. I had to make the announcement that the computers were down and it would be at least an hour before they were back up ( had to have a tech come out and replace the controller card on the main and backup computers. It was a once in a lifetime fuckup. No one had seen that happen before. And in all my years never heard of it happening again.

Yes most of the customers left and I had the cashiers start returns. Some of the regulars were really cool about it and hung out and talked to us until the guy came out and fixed the system. One lady even went to BK and brought shakes for the cashiers. I did get into trouble for it but it wasn’t a huge deal as they knew I know what I’m doing with the registers as I am the “unofficial IT department” for half the stores in our district. I got teased over it for years.

So don’t be staid to do your job the best you can. Sure you’ll mess up from time to time but as long as you try hard work your entire job most mistakes can be fixed. I tell my new cashiers “press all the buttons. See what happens” that way when your with customers you know what to do if you hit the wrong key.

TL/DR: I fuck up and crash the store for almost two hours.

-Rodney

4

“fast food is cheaper”

“eating healthy is expensive”

Tired of hearing those phrases when they’re so not true.

Not to mention fast food is designed to make you hungrier.

So, eat less, have more food, feed yourself for longer, be overall healthier, have more energy, and feel better. All if you take an hour a day to cook your own food.

Eating healthier is the true body positivity