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Manager with autism anon here. Today (3/10) was my store manager’s last day. I’m going to be by myself on dayshift for two weeks as manager on duty until corporate sends us a  new manager (THEY HAVE HAD A MONTH TO TRAIN SOMEONE, IT  DIDN’T HAPPEN) , one of my cashiers (A 59 year old man, WAY too old to act like this) quit on Thursday by calling out, despite KNOWING how much I need him, my only non-manager keyholder is going to be on restricted duty for 2 weeks because she just had surgery, I have NO spare people, and it’s supposed to snow 10 inches. If anyone at ALL calls out, I will have no one. Our district AND regional manager are coming sometime next week, I am by myself, I have a 2900-piece truck delivery to get out before Thursday, I get ONE day off next week and the week after because I have no one to work, I’m gonna be working 45 hours when my normal 33 almost kills me thanks to chronic pain, and I  had a customer call me a retarded little bitch and throw her car keys at me today because we were out of the SPECIFIC BRAND of toilet paper she wanted. I almost had a sensory breakdown at work today because of it. I’m ready to cry now. Please send good vibes and/or prayers my way? Please?

I got the government involved.

(warning: long story)

So a couple of years ago I worked as a CDL driver for a small construction company in a dumpy little oil town in Utah. Right when I had my interview with them, I knew they were real jerks by their attitudes, but hey I needed money and was still going through flight school. The owner and his cronies would drive up in their huge trucks every morning and belittle anyone who didn’t have a huge truck or be in their circle of douchiness with them. (I drove a Subaru)

Since nobody had a CDL except one other guy, I had to drive their crappy dump truck and pull a work trailer. This truck wasn’t licensed with DOT and neither was the trailer. They wouldn’t pass inspection, so the cronies would drive out to the job site ahead of me and scout out any DOT vehicles waiting to pull people over. If the coast was clear, I would drive out to the job site. It gets worse.

They also had a hydrovac truck. This was a piece of equipment that would blast a jet of high pressure water into the ground to break it up, and then suck up all the mud. It was primarily used to expose leaky oil pipe lines to be later fixed, and then suck up all the remaining contaminated mud after it was sprayed. It’s a glorified wet vac. You could tell where a pipe was leaking because the ground turned grey and black. I had to drive this piece of equipment too.

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anonymous asked:

for the ship thing: hisoillu!

Ok, so, for Hisoillu. I honestly don’t mind it. I mean, I obviously don’t hardcore ship it, but I don’t think it’s all that bad. If it became a cannon ship in the series then I would be like “Oh good for you, you mother trucking clown and you piece of shit older brother. You deserve each other you crazy ass murderers.” Tbh I think that Illumi secretly really relies on Hisoka. Like take that time when they’re talking on the blimp near the end of the 2011 adaptation. Illumi told Hisoka some pretty serious stuff about his family that he wouldn’t go around saying to anyone else. He probably wouldn’t even tell his own brother (Killua). I’m not really invested in either of these characters so I can’t say for sure, but it kind of seems like they might be a fun couple to watch develop.

Reasons why everyone needs to read the Stephanie Plum Series by Janet Evanovich

1) The series main character is a female who is strong but knows she’s just bumbling around trying to do her best as an inept bounty hunter

2) Her sidekick is a plus-sized black woman who is a former prostitute with a kick-ass attitude and an incredibly hysterical sense of humor. (She once tried to smuggle an entire rotisserie chicken through airport security)

3) Her grandma is a kick-ass old lady who owns multiple guns and wears spandex and looks like she’s 100 but acts like she’s 17. Always looking for a great time and likes to get around. Incredibly hilarious.

4) The main love interests, Joe Morelli and Ranger, are incredibly hot in two very different ways and always look out for Stephanie but never really look down on her. Joe is a cop and helps her on various bounty hunting missions and Ranger is ex-special forces with a mystery past and is very dark and handsome and mysterious and rich and doesn’t mind operating outside the law if it means he gets to calmly throw someone out a three story window.

5) Stephanie blackmailed her cousin into getting her the bounty hunting job by threatening to tell her cousin’s (the man who owns the Bail Bonds Business) wife that he once had a romantic relationship with a duck…allegedly.

6) There’s 20 books in the series. They’ll all get you through the worst times in your life and you don’t necessarily need to read them in order

7) In one book, through a series of mishaps, Stephanie accidentally burns down a house filled with pot plants and gets everyone in the surrounding neighborhoods really, really high.

8) Stephanie can like, never, ever keep a car for more than a month. They all get bombed, blown up, crushed by garbage trucks, shot to pieces, or stolen .And after a while she just gets so apathetic about it, and everyone just rolls their eyes and gets on with their day. 

9) The other characters are hilarious as well, there’s a stoner named Mooner who’s a total geek and helps Stephanie solve multiple cases. There’s a Cross-dressing school bus driver named Sally Sweet who also solves a case, a little person who’s really angry but also really endearing, a big goodfball dog named Bob, and a hamster named Rex who lives in a soup can in an empty aquarium tank.

10) They’ll make u laugh ur ass off, srsly read the books now


Monster Trucks may be a family action-adventure movie, but I think you’ll agree after watching the official trailer above that horror fans are likely to get a kick out of it.

In theaters January 13, 2017 via Paramount Pictures, the film melds cutting-edge visual effects and state-of-the-art CGI. I’m getting a definite Steven Spielberg vibe from it, which is always encouraging.

Monster Trucks is directed by Chris Wedge (Ice Age, Robots) and stars Lucas Till, Jane Levy, Barry Pepper, Amy Ryan, Rob Lowe, Danny Glover, Thomas Lennon, and Holt McCallany.

Looking for any way to get away from the life and town he was born into, Tripp (Lucas Till), a high school senior, builds a Monster Truck from bits and pieces of scrapped cars. After an accident at a nearby oil-drilling site displaces a strange and subterranean creature with a taste and a talent for speed, Tripp may have just found the key to getting out of town and a most unlikely friend.

Monster Trucks (2016)

Monster Trucks Official Teaser Trailer #1 (2016) - Lucas Till Paramount Pictures Movie HD

Movie Synopsis:
Looking for any way to get away from the life and town he was born into, Tripp (Lucas Till), a high school senior, builds a Monster Truck from bits and pieces of scrapped cars. After an accident at a nearby oil-drilling site displaces a strange and subterranean creature with a taste and a talent for speed, Tripp may have just found the key to getting out of town and a most unlikely friend.

anonymous asked:

“I’m a mechanic and you start to show up at my shop every few weeks with a banged up car. A DIFFERENT banged up car every time. And I really think I saw some bullet holes in the last one so… I didn’t want to call the police but I also really don’t want to get involved in something sketchy….. pls” AU in nalu! Don't rush I know your working on your multi chap fic so I'm fine with waiting!

I actually really liked this one, so of course, I got a little carried away :’)

Hope you like it!

The day was hot and sticky for Lucy. Constantly being out in the sun and stuck under giant hunks of burning metal really did a number on her sometimes. She couldn’t even remember how many times she cursed that damn maintenance man for insisting he fixed the air conditioning, even though she was pretty sure he whacked it with a hammer a few times and called it a day.

Wiping a drop of sweat from her brow, she continued to fumble with the mess above her. A jumble of wires and metal components were splayed to her like a giant jigsaw puzzle. She just didn’t understand how one person could manage to fuck up a car like this.

She will never understand those people who think they can fix anything without any training. They see one infomercial and go to work as if they think they have a masters degree in it, it was ridiculous. Deciding to just start all over, Lucy yanked out the damaged piece of scrapped parts from above her.

She slid out from underneath a truck and studied the piece in the sunlight that now shone on it. She wiped off some grease and stood up, bringing it over to her work station.

“I’m sweating my balls off here, where the hell is that technician guy?” she heard a voice. Looking up she saw a man, clad in a jumpsuit dirited in grease stains. He was busy tying up his mane of black hair into a ponytail, as he kicked a box of tools out from his path. He wiped his sweaty forehead with his arm, which only resulted in a smudge of grease being swiped across his skin.

Lucy smiled absently at this and said nothing about it. “No idea. Doesn’t matter anyways, not like anyone’s gonna come out of their homes in this heat.”

She busied herself with her car part, trying to find whatever was wrong with the thing, and peered in a part of the rim. “Hey hand me that wrench will ya?”

Holding her hand out, she waited patiently for him. As seconds passed and no wrench was in her hand, she moved her gaze up towards the man slumped in a chair.

Hey,” she called out. Nothing. “Gajeel!”

His gaze slipped down to her, uninterested. “Princess?”

Lucy huffed a glower at him. He knew she hated that nickname. That and ‘bunny girl’, she never understood why he made that a thing. He only said it to piss her off at times, as the jackass did on the usual, and Lucy realized then what he wanted.

With a roll of her eyes, she sighed out.  “Boss?”

Jumping up to his feet, he sauntered towards the toolbox for her. She watched with a tick in her eye. He was only newly promoted and he acted as if he owned the entire car repair business. She wasn’t even that prissy…anymore.

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thatsmyotterteacozy asked: Cas is Dean’s guardian angel. Dean has a near death experience and meets Cas for the first time when he comes to rescue Dean. After that, Dean keeps putting himself in danger so he can flirt with Cas.

Author’s note: This is such a cool AU idea, and I just HAD to write it. It got a little long, but I’m sure you will all forgive me for that. Enjoy!

Dean stared at his car in horror, feeling sick to his stomach. The Impala that he held so dear was all but plastered to the front of a giant truck, nothing but a piece of scrap metal now. He blinked away some stray tears as he gazed at the burning vehicle, the flames swallowing his most treasured possession; the car that his dad had given to him on his seventeenth birthday.

It had all happened so fast; blinding headlights, followed by the loud sound of a car horn, and then… a bright flash of silver and blue. One minute Dean had been driving back to his apartment, singing along to some tune on the radio. The next, that huge-ass truck had been coming right at him without a warning, and Dean had seen all twenty-five years of his life as they’d suddenly flashed before his eyes.

He’d been so sure that this would be the end, and yet here he was, sitting on the cold sidewalk, watching the scene from a distance. Wait a minute… He couldn’t have possibly made it out of that car alive.

“Holy shit!” Dean cursed, panicking as his brain put two and two together and figured out what it meant. “I’m freaking dead! I’m a ghost!”

As he pinched himself to test that theory, there was a low chuckle from beside him, and Dean flinched. Until now, he hadn’t realized that he wasn’t alone.

“You aren’t dead, Dean.” A deep, calm voice informed him, casual as if talking about the weather rather than Dean’s existence.

Dean turned his head, choking on a breath when two wide blue eyes stared right back at him, framed by thick lashes.

Hallelujah. Surely Dean had died and gone to Heaven after all, because that right there was the most gorgeous guy that Dean had ever laid eyes on. High cheekbones, dark hair that was brilliantly tousled, and God, those eyes. Did he mention the eyes? The guy was wearing a dark suit that was a tad too big on him, and a cerulean tie that was loose and backwards. He looked somewhat ruffled, but undeniably adorable. For once, Dean didn’t mind that he was still single.

“Who are you?” Dean breathed as soon as his mouth was able to spit out an actual sentence.

“My name is Castiel.” Blue Eyes tilted his head, giving Dean the smallest of smiles. “I’m the one who saved your life.”

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Preference #16- Daddy 5sos

I only wrote one for Luke and Ashton, but if you want another for Mikey and Cal just let me know. I would have put them all in one but it’s been forever since I posted something I wrote, like last year. So I’m really trying to get back in the swing of things. Hope you enjoy x

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Luke:    It was early morning when I heard the usual ruckus coming from downstairs. Laughter and the faint sound of cartoons coming from the TV. Occasionally I would hear something fall and hit the wooden floor, followed by complete silence. The boys knew better than to be waking up Mama Hemmings before ten o'clock. I sat up in bed, looking at the bare spot beside me. The sheets were wrinkled and the blankets were pulled back, showing that Luke was up. Probably making more noise than the toddler. The living room was full of toy trucks and puzzle pieces from last night when we attempted one of those 500 piece puzzles. Little five year old Logan Hemmings thought that was the most incredible thing ever. ‘Five hundred pieces? That’s like how many stars in the sky!’. I met eyes with Luke, who was on his hands and knees soaking up something that had spilled with paper towel. He smiled, faking his innocence and attempting to hide what he was doing by sitting in front of the mess. “Good morning, honey. Sleep well?” Logan giggled from the couch, his top lip stained with a milk mustache. A few Cheerios rested on his lap and the floor in front of him, along with a tipped over bowl and a spoon just a few inches away. “You two can’t be left unsupervised for one minute, can you?” I said, furrowing my eyebrows and eyeing what seemed to be my two children. Luke acted as if he was one of my own sometimes. “It wad Daddy’s fault! He kept tickling!” Luke shot his son a look as if it say 'shut your f*cking mouth’, but he knew he couldn’t say such words to a little boy was barely five years old. “I don’t care who’s fault it is, there is milk all over the floor and you’re spilling the Cheerios down into the couch!” I laughed once I noticed the open box of cereal falling into the crack between the cushions. Logan’s big blue eyes widened and he lifted the box up, and peered down into the couch with an awestruck expression across his face. “It’s Cheerio City down there!” “Looks like you’re going to have to eat them all up then.” Luke said, standing up and tossing the damp paper towel in the trash. Logan looked at me with worry in his eyes, as if he was begging for me to say otherwise. “Gross! Daddy farts on this couch! Make him eat it!” Luke chuckled and plopped down beside his son. “Hey, you can’t talk mister, what about that one you ripped last night? I was blown away-”
“Alright, alright! No more of this conversation.” I said, totally grossed out. Boys. So immature. I picked up the box of cereal and the empty bowl from the floor, sighing as I did so. “You will be cleaning this mess up, though. Why are mornings so crazy in his household." 

Ashton:   "Daddy Daddy! Mama! Mommy! The Easter Bunny came!” the shouts of two energetic and excited boys filled the bedroom at seven o'clock in the morning. They jumped up and down, barely missing our limbs with their feet. Ethan’s hazel colored eyes came face to face with mine and when I looked over, his brother Mason was doing the same thing to Ashton. “Mama, there was candy outside my room! A big chocolate bunny! Mason put it up to his hand, and it was bigger!” I laughed, sitting up and wiping the sleep from my eyes. “Let’s go see if the Easter Bunny hid any eggs?” Ashton said, and both of the boys eyes lit up and they jumped off the bed and sprinted down the stairs. Ashton looked at me with a soft smile and sighed. “Wish there was a snooze button on those little buggers.” He chuckled, leaning in to kiss my cheek. His curly hair tickled the sides of my eyes, and I giggled, playfully pushing him away when his lips slowly began to creep down my neck. “Eight eggs each, right?” I asked and he nodded. “Mom! Dad!” Ash and I looked at each other and smiled and playfully groaned, getting out of bed and running after the kids who had left the front door open when they had catapulted outside to find their eggs. The boys were in their baggy pajamas, running around the front yard looking for their treats as I sat on the front porch, watching them with a broad smile across my face. It was enjoyable, watching them get so excited over something that seemed to simple to me and Ash. We had our time as kids, getting excited over Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny, but Ethan and Mason hadn’t. They still had a few years to enjoy the imagination. “For you,” Ashton said softly, handing me a mug of coffee and sitting beside me on the porch. “Thank you.” I smiled and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. I internally laughed at his pajama bottoms; they seemed so daddish with the blue plaid and bagginess. “Ethan! I found one!” Mason cried, his brother running over to him as he pulled a green colored egg from out of a bush. “Open it!” Ashton yelled. Mason did, and a small fun-sized bag of M&M’s popped out. “No fair! I can’t find any.” Ethan pouted dropping his basket to the ground. “There’s a lot more to be found boys, keep looking.” Ashton said before taking a sip from his coffee. The twins exchanged a few words before running off in different directions, their colorful baskets swinging at their sides.