shorts sale

Oh boy

Well I posted earlier about my closer quitting this morning. This has been a very long day.

So I start the shift agonizing on moving people around trying to find a place for three people that don’t know how to do drive thru.

We are slammed of course, and someone took eight minutes to order in the drive thru. We have a deal for like half the price it would normally be for a little lunch box type thing. You get a bottled water, a piece of fruit, a bag of chips, and a little sandwich or salad or what ever we happen to have in our cooler. A couple weeks ago we had a deal where you could get a fruit smoothie thing in a bottle instead of the water.

Those juices are 5 bucks a pop. Now this lady gets to the window and my poor cashier informs her hey this discount is no longer valid so you can either pay full price or we can do the waters instead. Oh she was not pleased. I happened to be near the window so I have took over just saying loudly enough for them to hear to the cashier that, essentially, there is nothing we can do.

I realize she’s not gonna take it so I go over to explain.

“So You’re not gonna give me the discount?”

“No, sorry, that deal is no longer valid and there is no way we can ring it in.”

“Well aren’t you a manager?”

“Well, no, I’m a supervisor.”

“Okay well then give me the discount.”

“I have said there is no way to ring it in.”

“Well I know it says limited time only but you should honor it give me the discount.”

“There’s nothing I can, do. Sorry.”

I walked away she muttered she wanted the corporate number so I wrote it down and she tried to argue it was the store number. I explained nah it is absolutely not.

Dumb bitch. God damn. Really? You acknowledge it says short time sale and you won’t accept I can’t give you the discount. Fucking shit bitch. Go away.

For just a moment I thought about ringing it through and charging for the waters which would lower the price significantly but then I thought, no. No I’m not rewarding your behavior.

She can call and complain, I stood by policy, and all of the four people with headsets and the three people by the window witnessed me handle her the most calmly I have ever dealt with a customer. So she can Fuck right the hell off to corporate.

As for the rest of the day, I had a guy get angry with me for accidentally making a larger size tea. Dude do you know what every single other customer has ever said when I accidentally did that? Oh shit man a free upgrade cool here’s a tip! So Fuck you.

Fuck the woman that let her kid run behind the counter so I almost whacked him with a tray full of dishes (our door to the back is right at the entrance so). Like he’s eight or something he needs too get that he can’t do that.

Add to that just steady stream of assholes who couldn’t understand why it was taking more than thirty seconds to make five blended drinks. Hold your fucking horses Jesus.

Just. Ugh. I’m tired, I didn’t get a break today and my knees are swollen and my shots and heels hurt.

I’m hungry.

anonymous asked:

Been trying to break into comics and get my scripts looked at but NO ONE will read my stuff. I have tried the larger publishers and small indies. Zip. Nada. I just want a shot. I write daily and have one limited series completed (seven 25 page books) and have started another...I work like a demon, but it's all for nothing. The industry seems like an insiders club. How does a fresh voice get heard when no one's listening? Any advice?

I know it feels like an insider’s club when you’re just starting out, but every one of us started off making things on our own, then showed it to other people and slowly built a community of friends. It was tough and awkward and there was no guarantees of success, but we built up our work bit by bit.

It’s good that you have so much work already completed. Finishing stories is a crucial first step and it sounds like you’re doing that. Seriously. That alone trips up most people when they’re starting out.
Here’s the Catch-22: You need to show solid work in order to get more work/visibility, but no one is willing to give you that first shot.

A publisher is not going to take on a brand new creator out of the blue for a 7+ issue series. They have to choose their projects and manage their budgets carefully, especially in this current market. Even larger publishers using well established talent have been cutting some series short due to low sales. It’s even harder if you’re sending a publisher writing samples without any visuals to go with it. You need to put together a full creative team and show at least a sample of what the finished project could look like to help bring them around to the idea (and that’s if it’s good!). Even then, I’d recommend starting with something shorter/more cohesive. Pitch a short story to an anthology, pitch a one-shot or 2-part story that’s complete to a smaller publisher. Make that pitch short and clear with a strong hook. 
If all that doesn’t work for you, then look at teaming up with an artist and start putting your work online. That circumvents the publisher thing completely. The bar to entry for webcomics is essentially ‘free’ for readers, so at least there you can get some eyeballs on the pages and, if the work is good, it may build a readership at this crucial early stage of your career. If it doesn’t, then create another story and try again. Alternately, use crowdfunding to pay for a self-published first issue and bring it to a convention to get feedback.
I started a webcomic in my spare time in 2001 and learned a ton about storytelling, pacing, and dialogue. I also struck up some great conversations online with other creators just starting out, which led to me going to my first convention (San Diego Comicon 2002), where I crashed on the floor of a friend’s hotel room to save money. Bit by bit, month after month, I met more people and encountered more opportunities I never would have expected. I kept at it and kept learning and, even then, it wasn’t until 2010 that I had a writing breakout with Skullkickers, my first Image series. It took nine years of plugging away on my storytelling before things shifted and I started to get offers to write from publishers.
There is no absolute timeline. There is no perfect method to break in. Everyone’s creative journey is different, but if you’re persevering, please know that it is possible (though not guaranteed).


Jacket, Shorts: Atelier Boz
Blouse, rose: Surfacespell
Bow, Jabot, OTKs: Innocent World
Hat: Victorian Maiden

I had to get this jacket once I saw it go up for pre-order. My favorite jacket now for sure! Photographs as purple sometimes though. The shorts came up for sale shortly after and I had to grab them too, although they’re a little short on me, and on the small side.


The man walked into the car dealership and approached a salesperson.
“Hey, I’m looking for a family vehicle,” said the man. “Something safe. I love my kids.” The man pointed to a car outside with two kids in it. The windows were rolled up. It was 104 degrees outside.
“Does your car have AC?” asked the salesperson with concern.
“What’s AC?” asked the man. “Alien Corpses? Haha. I wish. Now this minivan here, it looks safe for the kids I love. Any coupons for it?”
The salesperson squinted and almost made out one of the children mouthing, “Help us.” The salesperson had to decide now: make the sale or save two children from melting. The classic Salesperson’s Dilemma. The choice was clear. “Sir, I think your kids need help.”
“You just lost yourself a sale, buddy,” said the man.
The man walked out of the dealership with authority. He opened the door to his car and his kids walked out with smiles on their faces. They each pointed at the shirt they wore. One wore a shirt that said “You Should’ve” and the other’s said “Let Us Die.” They turned around and pointed at the back of their shirts. One said “No Sale” and the other said “For You.” The dad took off his coat and pointed at his shirt. It said “I Make Shirts.” He turned around and pointed at the back of his shirt. It said “And I Do Have Alien Corpses, Idiot!” The dad and his kids drove off, music blasting and honking at old people.
The salesperson sighed, added two more lines under the “Children Saved” column of the dealership’s whiteboard, looked around suspiciously, saw the coast was clear, added one line to the “Cars Sold” column, heard the boss go “Ahem,” erased the one line, sighed again, and sat on the ground. Chairs were for closers who let kids die.


Draw with Jazza had this video that is a REALLY good representation of artists having that job. Now I have such an appreciation and understanding of artists just SHARING all this on Tumblr.

I’ll just say, it’s a pretty good moment to just appreciate @camilaart @jakei95 @kiacii @imjustalazycat @flora-fart @ze-smol-snek and any other artist blogs I follow - just sharing your comics, animations, stories like this, for free


I wandered into this new suit shop I’d never heard of, Moss Bros. Thinking it may have been an algae specialist or something until I noticed their wonderful display window of suits. Wandering in I was amazed and pleasantly surprised at the variety of suit patterns and colours. Many different shades of Check and pinstripe and Tweed, not the usual sea of black, navy’s and grey you normally see. Just in my moment of admiration when I was just beginning to like the place a sales assistant pops out of nowhere.I just assumed he’d emerged from one of the suit jacket pockets like a jacket genie. “Can I help you sir?” You’d think by now that all sales assistants would have spoken to each other during one of their annual sales get together conventions that I ignorantly believe goes on. That they’d have made a pack with each other or warned fellow colleagues not to speak to me if I ever enter their shop one day. Maybe this guy missed the last convention so he’d decided to be social and poke the bear.
“No thank you” i replied as I turned away to look at some more suits, maybe he got the point.
Nope - “That is a lovely check suit Sir”
“Thank you”
“Can I interest you in more? Maybe a different style or with a waistcoat? We have more varieties of Check suits over here, I think you’d really suit a nice windowpane or prince of Wales Check in blue?”
Ok it’s on bitch.
“Are any of those 100% wool or mohair?”
“…..Oh I’m not sure sir, I could check”
“That’s ok I could read the labels myself, do you know if any of the button holes are workable?”
“The button holes? You mean the front, I don’t understand?”
“No I meant the cuff buttons?”
“….oh….erm… I’m not sure I could check that as well”
“That’s ok I could check that whilst I’m checking the label. Do you have any with peak lapels and double vents?”
“…I’m just gonna get my manager Steve as he could answer all your questions”
“No it’s fine, let’s try a simpler one DO…YOU…HAVE…THIS…POCKET SQUARE…IN…PURPLE? or do you only have navy here?”
“I..I..I could check in the back for you?”
“So not one thing I’ve asked for today you could help me with? Maybe in future if your going to disturb someone offering them help you should know enough about the items your selling to actually be helpful.”
“…….o..o..ok sir”
So in response I bought a pocket square and this blue shirt. Sleeves are a little short like this sales assistants answers were but overall not a bad Shirt…