Bean

I collect silly demon children from imaginary basements

[beanlet-boi]

I am a curator and this child is my collection

[animentality]

[weaselle]

Whenever I think about the value of something being done by a person who really understands the job from a lifetime of experience, I think of my first restaurant job. My goal was to work every position, and I started with a year and a half in the dish pit at 16yo.

When i started as a dishwasher, i was trained by an old career dish pit man named Claudio. He'd spent his whole life washing dishes. It allowed him to move to just about any city in the world that he wanted to and get a job without having to deal with complex hiring processes or strict resumé requirements. Which was the main thing he wanted out of a career. I still think about him.

He'd seen a lot of people come through that station who either didn't consider it a real job or thought it was beneath them, on their way to "better" or "more important" things. And, in retrospect, those first two days he was sort of doing the minimum with me that he could do and still respect himself when he told the manager he'd trained me.

But, maybe it was because i was really interested in learning all the positions there were in a restaurant because i knew they were ALL important, or because i was a hard worker, or maybe it was because i tried to have real conversations with him in my broken spanish and did my best to not make him speak any english unless he wanted to, but after a couple days there was a big shift in the way he and i worked together, and he started to really teach me.

That place ran the dish pit with one dishwasher, so when he was done training me I was going to be doing the job on my own.

The thing that stuck with me the most, for the rest of my restaurant career, was this... and it wasn't just the actual things he was saying, but a completely new way of looking at what i was doing within the context of how the restaurant ran. I came in for my 3rd day and he said

"When you work alone, you want to go home by midnight?"

we clocked on at 3:30 and took a half hour lunch break and usually skipped our tens, so, yeah i absolutely did want to get off work by midnight

Then, even tho i already knew where most of everything was by that time, he took me around and showed me all the dishes, cups, pots and pans, spatulas, silverware, had me look at all of it. Then he told me to remember that almost every one of the dishes I was looking at would be used more than once by the end of our shift- we were clocking on to wash the entire building full of dishes multiple times.

Then he led me back over to the industrial dishwasher most restaurants have, which looks like this:

and then this 60 year old career dishwasher from Mexico City said the thing that changed how I looked at restaurant jobs forever

"This machine takes two full minutes to run a cycle. We are on the clock for 8 hours. That means we have a maximum of 240 times we can run this machine. If you want to wash all those dishes, clean your station, mop, and clock off by midnight? This machine has to be on and running every second of the shift.

If you don't have a full load of dishes collected, scraped, rinsed, stacked, and ready to go into the dishwasher the second it's done every single time? You can't do it. If, over the course of 8 hours, you let this machine lay idle for just one minute in between finishing each load and being turned on again? Instead of 240 loads, you'll do 160 loads.

[like, literally, he had done this math, he had these exact figures]

160 loads instead of 240 loads means you are doing 20 loads in an hour instead of 30 loads. That means the dishes are going to pile up. The cooks will run out of pots and pans and will have to stop and wait for you, the servers will run out of plates and cups and have to stop and wait for you, and your night is going to SUCK. Every part of how this restaurant works can grind to a halt because of that idle minute between dish loads, and if it does you'll have an entire building of people in a hurry and all waiting on you.

And it means you're going to be here until 2 am doing the 200+ loads of dishes this restaurant goes through every night.

For this to work, you MUST have this dishwasher on and running every minute of the shift. As soon as you turn it on you have two minutes to have the next load ready. See these large items i put to the side down here? One or two of them takes up all the space in the machine. I keep them here so that if the machine finishes and shuts off before i'm ready for it i can stick one of these in there and turn it on again immediately. You have to think like that to do this job without stress."

The way he was looking at how the whole restaurant ran, the way he was looking at how he'd spend each minute of the entire shift, the way he broke down what the physical limits were and how to max them out so he could do his job and go home on time without stressing out... The way this 60 year old guy, who had never had professional ambitions beyond being a dishwasher, was still such a competent and brilliant expert in his field.

It was all such an important lesson, and one that stayed with me through every position i went on to work in restaurants, dish pit, busser, server, cook, all the way up through manager before I finally got out of my restaurant career

Claudio never wanted to be anything but a dishwasher who didn't stay any later than he had to.

But he knew how that restaurant ran better than most of the other people in it. I never had a chance to truly thank him for the specific lesson he taught me, because while it had an immediate impact, I didn't really understand how valuable a lesson it was until much later.

But I've thought about Claudio and what i learned from him many MANY times in my life.

[marisolinspades]

All of this. Disaster befalls any company that holds no regard for the expertise of the lowest level staff.

In my younger years I worked at a medical office that managed both mental health and addiction recovery. The company had purchased an empty lot down the road from the building we rented to build a better facility with larger capacity. The CEO worked for months with the architect, and just as they were finalizing everything they happened to let me - who was the receptionist at that time - take a gander at the blueprints. It took all of three seconds for two major issues to jump out at me.

“The receptionist can’t see the waiting room from her desk with this layout.” I said. “It’s around the corner and blocked by a wall.”

“Is that important?” They asked.

“Do you want me to be able to keep track of the patients who are waiting?” I asked.

“Isn’t that what the sign-in sheet is for?” They asked me.

“Not everyone who comes here is signing in for an appointment, some are coming to check in, some people are here for the group therapy and need to be directed to the other side of the building, some people are painfully shy and if I don’t appear warm and inviting they won’t approach.” I explain.

“How often does that even happen?” They asked.

“Every day.” I explain.

“Bullshit.” They said.

“I’m not joking at all. Also, where is the chart room?” I asked.

“Oh, over here.” They said, pointing to a tiny closet on the far side of the building from the receptionist and check out desks. It was tucked neatly beside the CEO’s office. To get there the secretaries would have to go through two sets of security doors and it would be a five minute walk each way.

“Why isn’t it next to the front office, since that’s where the people who use it are?” I asked.

“We had concerns about people just going into the chart room to goof off and not do their work. It takes them away from their desks too much. You should only go in the chart room twice a day - once in the morning to pull the charts for the day, and once in the evening to put way the charts. It would remain locked and the CEO would have the key and let you in to supervise.” They said.

“We pull charts the day before so everything is ready to go and we can alert staff if a patient with additional needs is coming in. We have to go in the chart room every time a patient calls in that’s having a problem with their meds or is in crisis or otherwise has a question for the nurse. We have to go in there every time someone cancels and we are able to fit a waitlisted patient in. We go in there 20 - 30 times a day for legitimate reasons. The only reason any of us has ever gone in there to take a minute was when we got news that a patient had died and we were crying. And even then, we filed charts as we sobbed because no one in this office has free time.”

They stared at me.

“Sit with me for an hour and see what happens up here.” I said.

They took the blueprints away from me before I could keep looking at them, but they took me up on sitting with me. They didn’t last an hour. They changed the blueprints to fix both things I’d pointed out.

Unfortunately, they didn’t let me keep looking at it and they never asked the janitor what he thought, so no one caught the final fatal flaw in the design.

There were no closets in the entire building. Nowhere to put our supplies. And I’m not talking just a place for stationary and pens. I mean no janitorial closet. Nowhere to put paper towels and toilet paper or cleaning products. Nowhere to put holiday decorations or anything at all. They completely forgot about storage of any kind and immediately started eyeballing my hard-won chart room for it.

They wound up putting all the supplies in the cabinets under the sinks in the public bathrooms. And, surprising to no one, all of it got stolen after our first week in the new building. All our spare keyboards and monitors and phones and even our paper towels just walked out of the building. Because the CEO who had never worked a lower level job in his life wasn’t convinced closets were worth it.

[beanlet-boi]

The idea of being in a system is wild to me. You're telling me you get to meet new people every now and then and it's still just you? Man.

[plushiesknowbest]

Heartful Kisses

She's just a dumb little bimbo plush, right? No threat to you at all. You know she's got some kind of enchantment on her lips, but it's not like she can kiss you if you don't pick her up! She barely comes up to your knees, for crying out loud.

So why is she... looking at you like that?

Her 'eyes' are closed, and her lips are in that same smug, puckered-up smile she's always wearing, but she's tilting her head at you, like she knows something you don't. What's her deal?

Leaning forward onto her big, pillowy belly, the plushie raises a paw to her lips, and blows you a kiss.

💋~❤️

A wispy, shimmering kiss mark floats from her mouth, drifting lazily through the air towards your face. Your eyes widen. What- what the hell is-

As it swirls up towards your own lips, you manage to flinch at the last second, and the kiss impacts your cheek instead with an echoing *mwah~!* You can feel it lingering on your skin, a sticky warmth that seeps into your head.

"Wha..." you mutter, raising your hand to touch the mark, "what did you..?"

She giggles, then *pops* her lips.

*BWOOMPH~*

The lipstick mark on your cheek tingles and swells outwards, inflating into a heart-shaped pillow the size of your hand! It's still stuck fast to your cheek, obscuring part of your vision as you stumble to the side. You try to grab at it, pull it away, but it just squishes tight against your skin.

"H-hey! What the hell, get this off-!"

💋~❤️

You're cut off as another kiss lands under your chin, and with another *pop* of her lips, it poofs up into an identical pillow! It presses in between your jaw and your collarbone, and more of that syrupy warm feeling coats your brain.

"Buh..." Opening your mouth takes more effort than before, and every time the pillows *squish,* your train of thought jumbles and breaks for a moment. "Suh.. Sstop that..!"

She laughs, folding her paws under her chin in a picture of innocence, before blowing you another kiss, then another, then another!

💋💋💋~❤️

You try to dodge, or at least block them with your arms, but you feel so slow, so sluggish. One sticks to your ear, another your palm, the last right on your forehead.

*pop!*pop!*pop!*

The world spins as you fall to your knees, weighed down by the *BWOOMPH*-ing of pillows surrounding your face. You can barely see her through the fabric of the hearts, with only a couple gaps left in your vision. She's standing now, swaying her hips and tail as she sashays closer.

You paw at your face, even with one of your hands rendered useless by the big pillow splaying your fingers wide. "Nnnoo..."

Her giggle echoes through your head, and she looks up and down your body, admiring you. Her paw reaches out to your waist, curling against your skin to pull your pants down and expose you to her.

💋~❤️

She doesn't even bother to touch you herself. A heart blooms over your crotch, hiding it fully.

It's so warm, so soft, and even as you try to grab it to pull it away, all you can do is hump the pillow as a long moan escapes your lips. You lower yourself further, one hand on the ground, the other groping and squishing between your legs. Your head is finally level with hers. She reaches up to you, wrapping her arms over your shoulders. Your eyelids flutter, locked on her beautiful, beautiful bimbo lips as they close in.

💋

The kiss is perfect. Her snout fits smoothly between the hearts on your face, and her lips surround yours as she presses them in tight.

*Th-thump.*

With the kiss, every pillow stuck to your skin pulses, heartbeats that massage deep into your head, your hand, your groin.

She's so pretty.

The plushie kisses you again, this time even longer, even deeper.

*Th-thump.*

Her lips taste so good.

Another smooch, one that drags her lips around yours as you lean in, moaning, begging for it.

*Th-thump.*

You deserve her kisses.

You grind into the pillow at your waist, every heartbeat sending a burst of pleasure through you.

*Th-thump.*

You deserve her LOVE.

You kiss her desperately, again and again, the hearts pulsing and throbbing, their love seeping deep into your soul. Some part of you knows what she's doing to you, how she's binding you to her, how you'll never escape if you don't stop. But you can't stop. You need more. You need... her...

*Th-thump.*

You belong to her.

*Th-thump.*

Your plushie bimbo knows best!

*Th-thump.*

You'll do anything for her!

*Th-thump.*

Anything for her kissies!!

*Th-thump.*

Anything for her love!!!

She pushes herself into you, her lips locked with yours, taking you, taking it all. Your heart skips a beat as you release into her perfect pillow, cumming and staining the fabric as it thrums and thrums away. You can feel how proud she is of you. You can feel every ounce of her love.

And as she kisses, again and again and again, pushing you over to lie down atop you, you can feel how much she's looking forward to having you allll night long~

💋~❤️

[homunculus-argument]

I'll be where you least expect me Self-medicating with cheese

[lonelydipshit]

Op I think you misspelled most

[homunculus-argument]

Where. The activity is expected. The location is a jumpscare surprise.

[beanlet-boi]

Go to the moon and homunculus argument is there, eating an entire cheese. Don't worry about it.

[squeakitties]

if someone covers their face, does doriana not see their doom? what if they just cover their mouth or eyes?

being around real people that scan as organic will always contribute Some doom stress to her; covering the face (Particularly the eyes) DOES help a lot but it's not perfect. nyan's at-first-glance appearance and simulated eyes has very little impact on her, as an example

[beanlet-boi]

So what I'm hearing is Become Creature

[homunculus-argument]

You keep saying you don't have chronic pain but also that you can't be physically active without pain??? But also bed rotting causes you pain????

Surely every day you are either being somewhat physically active *or* bed rotting, right? So are you having pain everyday???????

If you are having pain every single day that is in fact chronic pain.

I don't have chronic pain. By "pain" concerning exercise I've just meant the muscle ache/burning sensation that you get from working out (it's a legit thing, you can ask fitness enthusiast gym people and they will 100% verify that working out hurting your muscles is not only real, it's normal and expected), and the only reason it happens to me so quickly and severely when I do some sort of exercise is because I don't do that enough. I'm out of shape so the amount of exercise that it takes to cause the burn is a lot less than it should be.

And the bed rotting only starts to hurt when you've been laying on one side too long and start feeling the pressure making your shoulder and hip uncomfortable, so you change sides. This has probably something to do with our current mattress being too firm for me (goldilocks situation, it's too soft for my boyfriend so it's an uncomfortable compromise for both) so that's my own doing.

I don't have pain every single day from doing ordinary tasks. I start hurting from doing things wrong, because that's my body's way of informing me that I'm doing things wrong, and it stops when I stop doing things incorrectly. Bodies are supposed to do that.

[beanlet-boi]

So what I'm hearing is "I don't have chronic pain I just suck at having a body" which honestly same if true

[homunculus-argument]

If someone's explicitly tight-lipped about why they're not talking to someone again, I don't pry. Like "I'm not talking to those people anymore and I don't want to talk about it" ok none of my business. If someone goes into explicit detail about why they cut ties with people, yeah I have no reason to question that unless some new details come up that don't add up to the rest of your story.

But if someone's vague and dramatic about what happened, yeah I don't think I believe you. "All my friends betrayed me behind my back!" ok so did they drug you up and sell you for heroin or did like 3 of them have a separate side group chat to vent about how frustrating you are to deal with sometimes.

[franthescrivener]

to be frank if they had a separate group chat to vent instead of bringing their concerns directly to the person they had beef with i wouldn't be siding with those ex-friends either lmao

[beanlet-boi]

There's always a chance they did try to communicate.

[nudityandnerdery]

Hey, we’re in line for some absurd temperatures here in the southwest this week. This is very important to know and keep in mind. Be safe, stay hydrated, stay out of the sun as much as you can.

[kylaralynn]

Remember kids, DO NOT chug half a gallon of water all at once. Go ahead and chug just a bit, but then make yourself stop and take sips consistently over time.

If you’re still desperately thirsty after having some water, you probably need electrolytes. There are many options - eat a pickle, have a gatorade (or whatever brand you prefer), add an electrolyte packet to your water, sprinkle salt on some watermelon, make a fun drink with coconut water.

Foods count for hydration, too! Juicy fresh fruits and veg, cold soups, popsicles!

[beanlet-boi]

So what exactly do I do if my body just refuses to sweat normally until I'm already out of the heat? Is the throbbing head a 100% sign of heat stroke, or

[kittybroker]

hey idk if you care but I think the video with the lights being turned off and the cats eyes glow is AI. none of the eyes line up with where the cats were with the lights on. (Looks like two of the cats even start hovering closer to the top right side)

like I said idk if you care so feel free to ignore this if you don't /gen

I assumed it wasn't given the video is about 3 years old, although op seems to have deactivated since I posted it (?). If it is AI it's very well done for the time but also there is the finger of the person who's recording it right on the screen there. Nobody in the notes either was commenting on it being AI

[beanlet-boi]

Has anon never heard about the concept of movement

[beanlet-boi]

I'm autistic but will eat almost anything as long as it isn't mushrooms or squash (pumpkin pie and mushroom stew is the fuck though gimme)

Younger cousin prolly autistic and can hardly eat anything

Uncle just throws up when he ingests 0.0001 onion

Eating is hard

[donutdrawsthings]

I was thinking of a pride art challenge people could do with their OCs, because I thought it'd be cute! A queer/trans artist with their creations.

but then I realised that same challenge would be infinitely more funny with folks who have atypical or horror OCs

[saltedsour]

why do ppl call the pillar men aztec. the aztec empire appeared halfway thru them napping inside of stone.

[beanlet-boi]

Aztec 2

[saltedsour]

thats kind of the opposite response i had in mind

[beanlet-boi]

0.5?

[saltedsour]

why do ppl call the pillar men aztec. the aztec empire appeared halfway thru them napping inside of stone.

[beanlet-boi]

Aztec 2

[squeakitties]

I do love the color of the sky

I DON'T

[pukicho]

There’s a large vehicle that occasionally drives past my house that just makes noise. I honestly think it was designed to make noise and do nothing else.

[beanssssssssss56]

So the vehicle version of you?

[pukicho]

I am not as big

[internaleggplant]

Bro is petite

[pukicho]

I am not 4 tons

[fruitcakebro]

Bro is tiny.

[pukicho]

I am just not 4 tons

[beanlet-boi]

5

[beasts-maiden]

Look at my stupid robot cat, making me worry when he didn't come home for awhile.

[beanlet-boi]

he slipped, not his fault some alien mfs left a banaan