we were on a break!!!

First day on the job

So I just started training my new assistant manager today at a place where we try to stop the games.

Because of the allotment of hours we were given for the week, we both had to take our breaks at some point when it was just us. Which means, my new assistant on his first day had to be left alone for half an hour.

I tried to take my break at a time that I knew we wouldn’t be busy.

He’s doing really well and has the computer system down already. He was learning really fast! I was super excited and asked him if he needed anything from me before I took my break. He said he felt confident and off I went.

As I was leaving, I noticed a family was looking at a PlayStation VR headset. What happened after that I had no idea.

I get back and I swear several seconds of being back on the clock I got a phone call from a woman.

“I just got home and I realized that the game we just purchased with our VR headset did not have a game in the case. It was also supposed to be new and was t even shrink wrapped. The guy who helped us seemed fidgety and nervous and just didn’t know what he was doing the entire time.”

Me: “ma'am I apologize. Today was his first shift. If you want to come back we can get that fixed for you-”

Her (getting angry): “we live an hour away!!!!! Can’t we just take it to a closer store!?”

Me: “no, unfortunately, and the reason is because that would mess up both of our stores inventory. If you guys can bring it back with the receipt, I’d be happy to discount the game 10%.”

Her: “yeah okay. My daughter will be there soon then.”

Okay, so like two hours later, her son comes in. He has the receipt, has his moms debit card, and we ended up discounting the game. It literally gave them back $4. But at least saying 10% sounds like more. They spent way more in gas. I’m a terrible person.

I’ve never laughed so hard.

As we were breaking up, my ex told me they found their soulmate and then they moved across the country to be with them.

And I said I would never write a soulmate!au.

But here I am, writing a Jimin centered soulmate!au

anonymous asked:

Is it true that you were the first spaceman to do yolo?

“Not true at all. Wherever I went, Jeff took the lead, ‘cause that’s just how we were. He loved to break records and push boundaries, an’ I loved to see my best friend happy. I’m content with being second in command to YOLO. It’s just as much fun, but with less responsibility if things go wrong!” 

Originally posted by flyboytracy

anonymous asked:

how dare people call my relationship abusive or toxic or anything like that? how fucking dare they? we weren't breaking any laws. we wouldn't be breaking any now if we were still together. we werent doing anything considered immoral, unless you're a christian who hates gays. neither of us were codependent or manipulated or used the other. we were a normal fucking couple. and yet people call us problematic as an excuse to spam the tags of a ship they dont like. propaganda in favor of their ship.

you and i
   were never made to last
we were made of
   silent screams
and broken promises
   and tear-stained cheeks
and sleepless nights
   and false hope
and empty words
   and doors slammed on fingers
we were made of fear
   and rage
and loneliness
   and jealousy
and bitterness
   but we were never made of
—  we were only ever made to fall and break

fucked up 1d things 

  • when we found out louis was pregnant and nobody confirmed it and there was a show the next day and every time louis spoke it was dead silent 
  • when zayn literally left the band and they just posted a fb status like oh btw lol
  • when zayn literally left the band and none of them mentioned it for like 6 months afterwards
  • when they cancelled a show minutes before doors with hardly any explanation other than like ‘liam has the shits’
  • when they were like we’re breaking up but not really breaking up but we’re kind of breaking up but also not really
  • when zayn just didnt show up in orlando and we were like where is he??? and they were just like.. idk!
  • when otra started and there was like 1 song from four on the setlist
  • when they finally caved and added stockholm syndrome and none of them knew the words apart from harry (who wrote it)
  • when they dropped drag me down out of nowhere and literally rolled around in their millions laughing at the stress they put us through

there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco


“I love working with Melissa. Everything we do is just fluid, it’s real. When we opened that door in rehearsal, both of us were breaking down in tears. […] Everything she does is just magic.”

“Daryl has watched her go through that struggle of not being able to kill. If she’s losing herself, what’s the point? He cares more about her than anything, so he lies. […] He’ll lie just to protect her. He cares more about her than he does anything.”

                                    - Norman Reedus, WSC Podcast (Feb 19, 2017)

Throwback to a year ago, when I drew Baz and Simon staring longingly at one another across a restaurant placemat.

A Thin Line Between Love and Hate

In response to this prompt I saw from @werewolfzeroSterek fic, future or AU possibly all humans, where Scott is getting married and his best friends Stiles and Derek are the two groomsmen and they both love Scott but HATE each other, everybody knows this, until suddenly they don’t know anything because Erica Reyes just walked in on the two in a closet goin’ at it with suits around their ankles and even though Scott is getting married in 30 minutes the only thing all his friends and family can talk about is how his best friends are hiding a torrid love affair and isn’t that just so interesting?

Erica closed the door to the bridal suite and sighed at the sight in front of her. “Oh my god, you two are pathetic.”

Scott and Allison both just grinned up at her from where they were sitting on the carpet, on opposite sides of the propped-open bedroom door. They were even holding hands around the door, Jesus Christ. 

“We’re not breaking the rules!” Scott protested. “I can’t see her.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped over to the full-length mirror to check her hair. “The cake is fine, by the way, it looks great. It’s all set up.”

Allison breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness. Thanks so much for checking on that.”

“Could you try to find Stiles and Derek?” Scott asked, puppy eyes out in full force. “They’re not answering their phones and no one has seen them in a while, so there’s a decent chance they’ve killed each other.”

Erica scoffed. “You know it was probably a terrible idea to pick two best men in the first place, let alone two best men who hate each other.”

“Yeah,” he said, sighing. “I know. But it’s my brother and my best friend! I couldn’t pick one over the other.”

“Even though they almost got into a fistfight at the engagement party?” she said dryly, and Allison stifled a laugh.

“They’ve pushed each other’s buttons since we were kids, it’s weird. I was hoping that they could put stuff aside for the wedding, but clearly that was too much to hope for.”

“Did you decide which one would get to stand next to you?”

“No,” he said sulkily. “It started a fight every time I brought it up. They said they’d figure it out between themselves.”

Erica rolled her eyes again and headed for the door. “Fine. But if I have to break up a fight and get blood on this dress, I’m gonna be pissed.”

“Thanks, Erica!” Allison called out, and she tossed a halfhearted wave over her shoulder.

Erica took the elevator down to the hotel lobby and sighed, her hands on her hips. She had no idea where to start looking for two feuding best men. Lydia probably would, though, and since she was surely whipping everyone into shape in the ballroom, Erica headed in that direction. There was a long hallway connecting the event center to the hotel, and Erica paused when she heard a suspicious thump coming from…was that a door? 

Unable to resist her curiosity, she very gently tried the handle. Unlocked. Grinning, she pulled it open with a flourish. Erica was greeted by a manly yelp, and she blinked, trying to adjust to the darkness and pick out the two figures who were frozen in front of her.

Holy shit. It was Stiles and Derek, and from their messy hair, loosened ties, and undone pants, it wasn’t exactly a tough mental leap to figure out what they’d been doing. She laughed and stepped in closer, trying to get a better look, but Derek scowled fiercely and shoved Stiles behind him.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Stiles called out, from behind Derek’s shoulder, and Derek rolled his eyes.

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