The imperceptible self @k9t33th - Tumblr Blog

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Behold my own personal corner of the internet. For now.

Biological information:

early 20's

alive, probably

Quick Facts

Favorite hobby: Gaming, obviously

Current top game: Slay the Spire 2

Interested in: Table top games, meeting new people, and exploring facets of my own personality.

#pinned post #bark.txt

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

aflo

I'm imagining a world where RPGMaker somehow made it as the de facto codebase for software and you have to navigate your banking app by walking around in a huge room full of NPCs named "make deposit" and "make withdrawal" etc and there's loud as fuck stock music playing

aflo

victusinveritas

hungwy

Another reason why trains would be good is that most people are not good at driving

#as someone who works on the roadside for a living rn #we NEED public transportation

eebie

i think we'd all be better off if we all touched each other more because now we have chumps walking around thinking physical contact always has to mean something and by chumps i mean 90% of the world population

sforzzz

copper ii sulfate has no reason to be this blue. this shade of blue looks like it should only be a digital invention

calamity-corner

my amazing digital sulfate

#3/10

k1ntsug1-r0b0t-g1rl

in what many are calling "stupid" and "unhealthy" local exhausted girl still awake at 1am

#felt #the nightly hours are a type of limbo that doesn't want you to leave

pupgrrrlriot

I'm goin crazy here someone help meee

#art #relatable

conzcore

hello mutual ive never spoken to before in my life would you like to be best friends

I was going to say something like "I wish I had a pack of girls to roam around with" but I then realized that I do, in fact, have multiple girls in my life willing to hang out.

#As much as I don't feel mature enough I may need to start leading my friends