I have adopted the undertaking of mirroring Heapette's adventure into a format a little more MSPA-y. Probably gonna be a bit hard (at least 75 pages' worth) but I got time, it's just a lot of copy and pasting, is all.
My brain cannot decide whether it wants me to go to sleep or is content to freak me out with weird thought tangents.
Ugh. It's 8AM so I don't really wanna go to bed, but every time I think that I don't want to go to bed I suddenly get really tired, and then when I try to lay down to sleep I can't.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Thinking about race is somewhat uncomfortable to me because I'm never quite sure where I fit into everything. I look white, sure, but it's not as if I've never had to deal with racism--even in this day and age, my family still gets dirty looks if we're seen together certain places.
Rules of computer design (from someone who knows nothing about computer design):
1: no taskbars on the left side
2: no taskbars on the right side
3: no taskbars on the top
4: no taskbars anywhere but the bottom
Heh. I have my taskbar at the top, because that's where Xubuntu puts it by default. Early on I considered moving it to the bottom, but I've become accustomed to having it at the top by now...
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Anonus! Unfortunately I can't stick around; I gotta be at work in an hour.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
This has been a weirdly fun morning.
Normally the first hour or so of work crawls by, but this morning I'm like "wow, here it is 20 till noon already."
A Duck and the fan story, brought to you by the 1983 Walkington Scoopmaster in association with the Probability Amplitude of the Quantum State of Kansas
Duck beckoned flak with a slice of their formality.
"A piping wet wolpertinger," the fan rode. "The very man I expect to fly my dirigeridoo!"
Duck guffawed in transparency. This oven perusal could not swallow tropically.
But no eggs! No wells! No condescending parallels! The time-tick of astrograms resumed its penfold bickerations as 452 real shadow-lengths of jot brayed authoritatively, and not a peewit blossomed in the reef knots of the county surgeon. And then! Oh, but and then...
Beyond the murkiest corners of the produce section, in spaces the dairy section could not dream to uncover, equidistant to the meat counter and the chart CDs and deeper into the bowels of the plant room than any plant dared to dwell, the illusive prospect section trampled from its birefringent Gormenghast and splattered anfractuously. There, the visible light spectrum of Wor Ruthie sat, unbroiled, unbarred, and scoring 6.72 on Martha Payne's Food-o-Meter.
"Onwards, Aoshiba!" the clouds reported. The mice rattled. A berry had salted, and cheese. Dusky 401(k) plans met their tubular heavyweight with unforedisintegrated witlessness engines.
Grasping for honeydews, Duck clipped the rocket. And what should the wheelbarrow morbidly watch?
Why, none other than the King of Herrings herself!
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
*uses Princess Magic to make the next poster a Double Sociopath*
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
So I find myself wanting to flesh out the backstory of the pro-spice/anti-spice debate that apparently happened in the Chef and Waiterman universe.
I even came up with names for the various groups:
Anti-Spice: Society United to Get All spices Removed (S.U.G.A.R.)
Pro-Spice: Society to Protect Incendiary Culinary Experiences (S.P.I.C.E.)
Eventually, a neutral third group cropped up: Neither Is Correct, Evidently (N.I.C.E.)
>And why is this only done for those four lonely, elderly nutjobs who actually go to the store at 8 a.m.?
Haha, no. Fortey never worked mornings in a supermarket, evidently.
Like 4 elderly nutjobs would significantly rearrange the stock anyway.
Cracked tries to be funny, store clerks are an "acceptable target". Ignore it.
I wouldn't care, but this is kind of a sore issue for me just because this is literally my first job, and I can't help but fear I've put myself in one of those places where I won't be able to practically leave if I want to.
On the other side of the coin, Wegman's is pretty consistently ranked high as far as "good businesses to work for" goes, so I'm not sure.
I just don't want to fuck up and get fired, first and foremost.
I also hope I get an employee discount on the pizza bar....
My hope is that Wegman's is something I can stick with if I don't find a job as soon as I get out of college (and I likely won't, how many sound production jobs are there in the Greater Lehigh Valley anymore?), and hopefully actually earn a living.
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Indeed.
He's like a villainous anorak or something.
My brain cannot decide whether it wants me to go to sleep or is content to freak me out with weird thought tangents.
Ugh. It's 8AM so I don't really wanna go to bed, but every time I think that I don't want to go to bed I suddenly get really tired, and then when I try to lay down to sleep I can't.
And yet...it still kinda fits. Heh. I have my taskbar at the top, because that's where Xubuntu puts it by default. Early on I considered moving it to the bottom, but I've become accustomed to having it at the top by now...
and, y'know, could play it
I feel like if I just stopped existing right now, I wouldn't notice
I am really fucking tired but am not letting myself sleep because fuck you brain it's noon.
Also, reading that John K post reeks of "Everything sucks nowadays and will never be like the good old days where everything was quality damn it!"
At the Supermarket, Part 2
A Duck and the fan story, brought to you by the 1983 Walkington Scoopmaster in association with the Probability Amplitude of the Quantum State of Kansas
Duck beckoned flak with a slice of their formality."A piping wet wolpertinger," the fan rode. "The very man I expect to fly my dirigeridoo!"
Duck guffawed in transparency. This oven perusal could not swallow tropically.
But no eggs! No wells! No condescending parallels! The time-tick of astrograms resumed its penfold bickerations as 452 real shadow-lengths of jot brayed authoritatively, and not a peewit blossomed in the reef knots of the county surgeon. And then! Oh, but and then...
Beyond the murkiest corners of the produce section, in spaces the dairy section could not dream to uncover, equidistant to the meat counter and the chart CDs and deeper into the bowels of the plant room than any plant dared to dwell, the illusive prospect section trampled from its birefringent Gormenghast and splattered anfractuously. There, the visible light spectrum of Wor Ruthie sat, unbroiled, unbarred, and scoring 6.72 on Martha Payne's Food-o-Meter.
"Onwards, Aoshiba!" the clouds reported. The mice rattled. A berry had salted, and cheese. Dusky 401(k) plans met their tubular heavyweight with unforedisintegrated witlessness engines.
Grasping for honeydews, Duck clipped the rocket. And what should the wheelbarrow morbidly watch?
Why, none other than the King of Herrings herself!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Also, jizz everywhere
Also, Tre is probably not here right now, but he is the best.
So hey remember how I said I'm getting a job as a night-stocking clerk?
I saw this today.
Now I just kind of want to stab someone.
Whoever wrote that article most likely.
I don't really need more anxiety going into this job.
Haha, no. Fortey never worked mornings in a supermarket, evidently.
Like 4 elderly nutjobs would significantly rearrange the stock anyway.
Cracked tries to be funny, store clerks are an "acceptable target". Ignore it.
I wouldn't care, but this is kind of a sore issue for me just because this is literally my first job, and I can't help but fear I've put myself in one of those places where I won't be able to practically leave if I want to.
On the other side of the coin, Wegman's is pretty consistently ranked high as far as "good businesses to work for" goes, so I'm not sure.
I just don't want to fuck up and get fired, first and foremost.
I also hope I get an employee discount on the pizza bar....
Also there are three different cheese sections in the store I'll be working at.
One for just plain ol' cheese, one for cheese products (that is, your cheese whiz, string cheese, etc.), and a third for cheese wheels.
@ Lazuli: I think that's a fairly typical starting job, so I really wouldn't worry.
Forzare is seriously my favorite person on IJBM2