this is all i have to show for my days work

anonymous asked:

My work was absolute hell today; I could barely talk and kept having to break away from order to cough, we had a constant stream of awful customers, it was boiling hot, and to top everything off I had to stay longer due to my relief not showing up til late due to the clocks changing.

I hate when I get sick. I started wearing hospital masks when I do so I’m not coughing all over people. I get a few people tell me I look unprofessional but I’ll take that to the yelling and complaints when I hack all over their food. The one good thing about having lupus (overactive immune system) is I don’t stay sick for more then a couple days at a time. My wife was sick for 10 days last time.


I wish I had someone who came home after a hard day of work and appreciates that I have spent my day making his life a little easier. Showing me that he appreciates that I spent all day cleaning, running errands, paying bills and looking after his baby to save $. And I show him I appreciate him by cooking him dinner and letting him relax after a hard day of work. Cuddling up on the couch as a family spending quality time together… I wish I had someone that spent days off at home doing things as a family, whether it be going on an adventure or just snuggling up in bed giggling and talking, watching movies and eating bad food.
I wish I had someone that asked me If I was okay. Told me that I am beautiful and they are so proud of me. I wish I had someone that told me they loved me, and I could 120% believe them.
I wish my son had the best role model, that made him happy. That fussed over him constantly and taught him things that noone else could.
I wish that everything was different.
And I am so sad that it isnt.
Im tired of waiting for change.
We deserve to be the most important things in this world to someone. We deserve what we put in.

I don't want to go to work tomorrow

Because I know imma have words with my stock lead.

I left work Friday on a bad note and was super upset because she doesn’t know how to run shit. Doesn’t understand the goddamn concept of carrying a team and making sure everyone knows how to do everything. You can not rely on one person to do this one task all the time. I do shoes every fucking day. But when I’m not there or call out sick, shit hits the fan.

So Friday I had to leave and there were a three boxes left to process, so I call over my co-worker who has had a hard time in stock. She hasn’t been doing great in our home dept and our SL has been giving her a hard time. So I call her over and pull out a pair for me such box, so I can show her how to process each one. I’m showing her and she’s listening, she’s really enthusiastic about doing shoes. Then I make her show me exactly what I did and she was good!

Then my SL comes back from lunch and I tell her I’m off and there are boxes left, but don’t worry I’ve trained my co-worker and she’ll do the rest. But my SL gets this bitchy expression on her face and goes all loud , “WHY CANT YOU DO THEM BEFORE YOU LEAVE?. SHE CANT DO THEM, JUST LEAVE THEM THEN.”

First off, I wasn’t even doing shoes that day. She had me doing something else, so I saw a problem and came up with a solution for her, perro no.

She had the opportunity to train my co-worker in shoes. She complains about her all the time and I’ve told that if she isn’t working on one dept. try another. See where she fits before you just throw her to the dogs and treat her like shit.

And when she told me to leave the boxes, my co-worker goes, “it’s okay, I know I’m not allow to touch anything.”
And I get pissed off. I just told her it was fine that she’s just being an ass.
My SL knew I was mad because she asked if I could come in the next day and I straight up said nope.

I just hope I get that promotion I’ve applied for.

[as you can see I haven’t dusted my mantelpiece in many moons lmao but let’s move past that]

I cannot begin to tell you how in love with my little Shikamaru figurine I am. Feeling enormously grateful to have a Tumblr pal as amazing and kind and wonderful as @jaimeelynnx (a.k.a. @shikashikamarunara) - thank you so so much Jaimee for sending it all the way to London from California for me. I know international postage is ridiculous these days so I am so honoured you spent the time and effort to give me this little gift to show our mutual love of our fave Nara. (Now prepping the package for our friend @lockedmyselfupinaroom - hopefully it will be with you soon Erica!)

I know I’ve been a little silent on here recently - I’ve been swamped with work and had a bad week recently that got me down for a while. But receiving this package reminded me of just how many lovely souls there are in this community, and I have never been more thankful to know some of the people I’ve had the pleasure of becoming friends with on this platform. Thank you Jaimee and everyone else for making my day, my week, my month etcetera.

Lots of love 🇬🇧❤

daddynobucks  asked:

White, Grey, Black.

2 facts about my favorite things
(Totally sang the song from Sound of Music)
1. I collect books. I have way more than I have time to read.

2. Music- I love all kinds of music. But I prefer to listen to the same things I listened to growing up than newer music.

3 facts about my personality
1. I need/want most people to like me.

2. I hate having to make decisions about things. I do it all day long- home and work. So don’t ask me to choose what to eat or where to eat. You know what I like.

3. I have a hard time letting go of things. If you hurt me or do something to upset me I may not show it but Im still thinking about it.

1 fact about the person I like
1. They don’t like avocado which means more for me when we go out to eat.

Alright I’m only doing this until April 18th

Because that’s the last day of Spring Break and I’m going to have to write my final semester papers afterwards…. So I’m going to take request for One-Shots outside of my regular stories. The reason is that I don’t want to tackle a big fic, like the other Rucas Adult AU story I’m currently plotting out until I finish the semester. Graduate school is no joke and I have this obsessive need to constantly get top marks.

Rules are as follows - Anything goes except for these 2 rules

1. Main Ships will always be Rucas, Joshaya, and Smarkle (because these are my OTP’s from the show)

2. Nothing connected to my other fics.

It can be either a re-imagining of an episode, it can be adult versions of the characters, it can be almost anything within reason. I won’t write them unless I have a day off from school.

and while I’m working on request I will also be writing another fic…. or at least start on another one. This is just the one I’ve wanted to write for a while along with The Cinderella Promise but I waited because I’m still a student, and I’m also applying for jobs.

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I skipped the #Writing Wednesday, but it’s not for the lack of my appreciation of your work, but because a) I couldn’t decide which of your stories are my favourites, b) I hadn’t had much time at that moment to write something that would really give your writing a praise it deserves.

I just want to say that I have reread your stories many times and the pure joy I feel everytime you post a new one is absolutely priceless. So thank you for making my days a little brighter with the stories you share with us.

And now, for today:

Here’s the thing - you brought me in to this trashcan. And I don’t know when it happened, but suddenly #I- don’t-even-watch-this-show changed into #I-don’t-even-write-so-what-the-hell-am-I-doing?

It’s intended to be part of something bigger, which I’m hoping I will be able to write. But since I couldn’t finish it all in time I’m posting this teaser as your birthday present, @evieoh, I hope you’re going to enjoy it!

Ok, so here it is - my first attempt at writing… whatever this is.

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my least favorite thing is where I don’t intentionally procrastinate and instead just suddenly find out that I totally didn’t do the thing and it is now too late

I hate that thing

“I’m what they call ‘ethnically ambiguous,’ so I get a lot of work as a background actor. I’m playing a ‘parkgoer’ today. It’s my 25th job since October. In Madam Secretary alone, I’ve played an Israeli military officer, a Colombian college student, and an advisor to the Iranian president. And that was all in the same season. They’ll keep using you as long as you don’t have any speaking lines. Maybe one day I’ll have a recurring role, but right now I’m really grateful to be doing this. My parents are immigrants from El Salvador. They are the hardest working people I know. They were really skeptical about me wanting to be an actor, so I love that they get to see me working. My first gig was a Hallmark Christmas movie with Melissa Joan Hart and Dean Cain. My parents couldn’t believe that I was on the same show as Sabrina The Teenage Witch and Superman.”

I’ve been grappling with how to challenge cynicism in a moment that requires all of us to show up differently.

On Saturday, I joined more than a million women in Washington, D.C., to register my opposition to the new regime. Participating in the Women’s March — if you count satellite protests around the country, the largest one-day mobilization in the history of the United States — was both symbolic and challenging.

Like many other black women, I was conflicted about participating. That a group of white women had drawn clear inspiration from the 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, yet failed to acknowledge the historical precedent, rubbed me the wrong way. Here they go again, I thought, adopting the work of black people while erasing us.

I’d had enough before it even began. 53% of white women who voted in the 2016 presidential election did so for a man who aims to move society backward. Were white women now having buyer’s remorse? Where were all of these white people while our people are being killed in the streets, jobless, homeless, over incarcerated, under educated? Are you committed to freedom for everyone, or just yourselves?

For weeks, I sat on the sidelines. I saw debates on list-serves about whether or not to attend the march, the shade on social media directed at the “white women’s march.” Unconvinced that white women would ever fight for the rights of all of us, many decided to sit the march out.

Yet as time went on and the reality of the incoming Donald Trump administration sank in, something began to gnaw at me. Do I believe that a mass movement is necessary to transform power in this country? Do I believe that this mass movement must be multi-racial and multi-class? Do I believe that to build that mass movement, organizing beyond the choir is necessary? If I believe all of these things, how do we get there and what’s my role in making it happen?

I decided to challenge myself to be a part of something that isn’t perfect, that doesn’t articulate my values the way that I do and still show up, clear in my commitment, open and vulnerable to people who are new in their activism. I can be critical of white women and, at the same time, seek out and join with women, white and of color, who are awakening to the fact that all lives do not, in fact, matter, without compromising my dignity, my safety and radical politics.

In the end, I joined an estimated 1 million people who participated in the Washington, D.C. march and the estimated 3 million who marched around the world. I have participated in hundreds of demonstrations, but this was one of the first times where I didn’t know or know of most of the people there.

Sandwiched between other protesters like a sardine in a can, I spoke with demonstrators in the crowd who said this was their first time participating in a mass mobilization. I saw people for whom this wasn’t their first time at a demonstration, but who thought that the days of protesting for our rights was over. I asked them what brought them there. They said they wanted to stand up for all of us. They realized that they, too, were under attack. They wanted to live in a world where everyone was valued, safe and taken care of. They were in awe of just how many people were there, just like them, to oppose the values of President Donald Trump’s administration. They wanted to do something besides feel hopeless.

That evening, I participated in a town hall meeting that drew more than 700 people and had more than 1,100 on the waiting list. Those gathered were mostly white, though there were also people of color present. About half the room said that the Women’s March was the first time they’d participated in a mass mobilization. They were willing to learn about how change happens and how they could be involved. And that was just the beginning.

Checking my social media feed that evening, I read comment after comment dismissing the march — an experience that was transformative for hundreds of thousands of people. I wondered what would have happened if, instead of inviting people in, I’d told people to fuck off and go home. Would they come back? Did it matter if they didn’t?

Anger has an important place in transforming our political consciousness, and should be valued as such. The white lady with the pink, knitted “pussy” hat that came to the march was angry as hell when her future president talked about grabbing women by the pussy. Though she may have been sitting on the sidelines up until now, she decided that she was going to do something about it. Anger at the way America depends on immigrant labor yet forces undocumented immigrants to live in the shadows may lead them to join the movement. Black Americans mad as hell about the ways that this country strips us of our humanity might join the movement, even though they didn’t before.

I agree with Solange when she says, “I got a lot to be mad about, and I have a right to be mad.” But that anger is not enough. It is insufficient to build or take power. Anger will not change the fact that Republicans have taken control of all three branches of government and control both chambers of the legislature in 32 states. Anger will not stop vigilantes from terrorizing our communities, and anger will not change an economy that deems too many of us as disposable.

More than a moral question, it is a practical one. Can we build a movement of millions with the people who may not grasp our black, queer, feminist, intersectional, anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist ideology but know that we deserve a better life and who are willing to fight for it and win?

If there was ever a time to activate our organizer super powers, this is it. I’m not going to argue that black people or other people of color need to stop holding white people accountable. White people are not going anywhere, but neither are we if we don’t start to think and do differently.

Hundreds of thousands of people are trying to figure out what it means to join a movement. If we demonstrate that to be a part of a movement, you must believe that people cannot change, that transformation is not possible, that it’s more important to be right than to be connected and interdependent, we will not win.

If our movement is not serious about building power, then we are just engaged in a futile exercise of who can be the most radical.

This is a moment for all of us to remember who we were when we stepped into the movement — to remember the organizers who were patient with us, who disagreed with us and yet stayed connected, who smiled knowingly when our self-righteousness consumed us.

I remember who I was before I gave my life to the movement. Someone was patient with me. Someone saw that I had something to contribute. Someone stuck with me. Someone did the work to increase my commitment. Someone taught me how to be accountable. Someone opened my eyes to the root causes of the problems we face. Someone pushed me to call forward my vision for the future. Someone trained me to bring other people who are looking for a movement into one.

No one is safe from the transition this country is undergoing. While many of us have faced hate, ignorance and greed in our daily lives, the period that we have entered is unlike anything that any of us has ever seen before.

We can build a movement in the millions, across difference. We will need to build a movement across divides of class, race, gender, age, documentation, religion and disability. Building a movement requires reaching out beyond the people who agree with you. Simply said, we need each other, and we need leadership and strategy.

We can tell people a hundred times over that because they haven’t been here, they have no right to be here now. But I promise that the only place that will get us is nowhere.

— Alicia Garza, co-founder of #BlackLivesMatter. Our cynicism will not build a movement. Collaboration will.

follow @the-movemnt


Quick ugly sketches trying to figure out this mess of a man that is Hanzo Shimada, boy is in his mid life crisis I just know it…….I love him.

Also some of my sketches for the Mchanzo week, I cant finish them on time because of work, so I wanted to show them to you guys as a way of saying “I did plan it, but time wasnt on my side”

I will try to get them done sometime next week, or at least try! if I cant really finish them all, I will at least have the #3 and #5 finished because they are my favs.

Day #1: already post them, their first time being that physically close to eachother.

Day #2: Domestic Life, a.k.a. them being silly and taking selfies while on the floor for some godamn reason

Day #3: Au……….Kingdom Hearts AU……dont look at me, they are both keyblade masters because I say so.

Day 4#:  Role Reversal, Attack Hanzo and Defense McCree……… Hanzo uses 2 swords and  McCree is a sniper and looks like Ana.

Day #5: Young Love…..but…how young?????  adorable kids……giving eachother flowers….

Day #6: I have nothing for this lol

Day #7: Holiday Season, which means its time for ugly sweaters…..EVEN BETTER, MATCHING UGLY SWEATERS WITH YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER!!!!!

1 season of “one day at a time” (netflix) contains 13 episodes, and has covered the following subjects:
  • feminism
  • ptsd
  • white privilege
  • sexuality (and religion)
  • religion vs atheism (vs agnosticism)
  • the struggles that come with being a single parent
  • sexism in the work place
  • what mansplaining is and why it’s insulting
  • war veterans and their struggle against the red tape
  • being proud of your heritage
  • called out the fact that che guevara was not a hero at all and took the time to explain exactly why
  • the danger of deportation that many immigrants face
  • the hardships that immigrants have went through when coming to america

i probably missed stuff but heck, this is already way more than the typical multicam sitcom that networks like to dish out to us that all use the same formula anyway so what does it even matter which one you watch? yes, this is a sitcom. and yes, it has a laugh track. but this show rises above the humdrum and teaches us about family values, real issues that many families have (i for instance don’t believe in god but my family does, how do we overcome this divide?) and shows us that it’s possible to be funny and woke at the same time, without ever sounding condescending. it will make you laugh, it will make you cry (i had real tears on my pillow) and it will make you think (i’m not cuban, so a lot of the stuff they’re talking about is things i Learn)

in its 13(!) episode first season, one day at a time definitely did not slow down. every episode felt equally important to watch, while avoiding to seem like a speech. it did not rest, and my tip is: do not sleep on it. i know many of us are exhausted from those tiresome, carbon copied, unfunny as all heck ‘me too’ sitcoms. but if there’s any sitcom that deserves your attention, it’s this one.

high school teachers act like college professors are gonna be all serious and tough but one time my history professor showed up to class 10 minutes late on a rainy day looking 500% done and he just stopped in the middle of the room and sighed really loudly and was like
“guys, you know, I had to stop by my car on the way here to get something and I realized….I realized I could literally just get in my car and drive away. I could drive all the way home and sit on my couch and drink a beer. But I came here for you guys. FOR YOU. I love you guys, and when I go home I’m drinking a beer then taking a nap, and then maybe I’ll grade your papers”
and another time in the same class the classroom technology wasn’t working (it rarely ever did) and he was like “well, looks like I’m just going to have to go outside and set this ipad on fire and while I’m at it might as well set myself on fire too”
And one time we spent a whole class talking about those creepy clowns in the news and he somehow managed to connect it to the societal hierarchy of colonial america


Been working on a Master Modding page.

If you go to my blog and click the “Master Post (WIP)” link at the top, it’ll lead you to this page 

If you click on the category, it’ll show you all the mods of that category with a picture, title, link, and author.

It’s nowhere near done yet; only pages that are complete are the eyes, eyebrows, and crafting.

It’s still a work in progress, but since part of it is working, thought I might as well let you know. If you have any interest in helping me, either IM me or send an ask.

//pops in

HI ^o^ Sorry for being inactive this week ahaha I got sick and the medicine I drink at night makes me super sleepy so I end up dozing off early ++ I still have to go to work because I’m saving up my vacation days ;;v;;

Anyway! I’m also answering && compiling asks right now (around 3k) – I’m so sorry I let them pile up ;;v;; I have some sets from … since what … October … I was wondering if it’s still okay to answer them (or not… they probably hate me now hhhh) ahaha I’m so sorry I feel so ashamed aksjhdkjsafsdf


I usually keep my mouth shut about things like this, but I’ve been awake since 2:30am and am after a 15 hours long work day and this just pissed me off..

Hi, my name is Roni and I’m Israeli.

Looking at these pics, do I look like what you think an Israeli looks like? Probably not. And that’s because my grandparents came from Poland. I’ve had more people think I’m Irish than Israeli.. You hear Israel and you think Middle Eastern because that’s where we are located, but a lot of Israelis have European and Eastern European origins, and look more European than Middle Eastern.

The problem is that most movies/tv shows portray Israelis as that image of Middle Eastern you think we are: olive skin, dark hair, dark eyes. And some of us do look like this. But not all. But hell, when I was working background I couldn’t submit myself to NCIS when they were looking for Israeli looking people because I didn’t fit that description, even though I was born and raised in Israel.

So please, please, lay off the casting of Chris Evans in “Red Sea Diving Resort”. Stop buying into stereotypes and just trust that they cast the right guy for the part based on talent, not what you think the character should look like.

And on a side note, I’m just crossing my fingers that they’ll shoot at least part of the movie here in Israel and that my fantasy of bumping into Chris on one of my flights will come true.. 😉