Now What

Long time lurker, first time account holder. Ohio supremacist and cheeriest theater tech May these sunny days keep coming

[moderncincinnatus]

It’ll be fine

[scarabesque-returns]

[geniusbee]

these are getting weird

[moderncincinnatus]

They could turn the AC up

Shouldn’t be this sticky in a theater

[doom-ocean]

[sunder-the-gold]

These same people want to shame you for playing Stellar Blade, Nier: Automata, and the new Ace Combat game.

They will ignore how and why this wasn’t a problem for Silksong following after Hollow Knight.

These same people don’t care that men would be just as upset if Metroid, Tomb Raider, or Bloodrayne tried to replace the female leads with male characters.

They do not care about truth. They just hate you, and they will say anything to hurt you.

[transmascmarypoppins]

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

[cecilsrandomeverything]

Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….

Finally, we have them all.

[spacefinch]

In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

[chatblancofficial]

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

[black-quadrant]

Reblog this triple-dead post for something good to happen to you this week.

[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.

[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.

[beardedmrbean]

[cmstars2]

I’ve just realized that America has normalized gun violence so much that our doors to pretty much anything are either built to be quick escapes in a shooting or straight up strong enough to withstand bullets.

[digital-meat]

thats really not true at all

[mexicain-sans-frontiers-v2]

Bruh anything with a hydraulic arm does not open quickly and most businesses/schools have safety glass doors that are nowhere near bullet proof.

[riflebrass]

I'm pretty sure my EDC can punch through a fire door without any trouble.

[odalismus]

us buildings are made of plywood and drywall. I could probably punch through the average interior door if I wanted to. and what's wrong with quick escapes? you know there are other kinds of emergencies that require quick exits other than shootings, right? you realize that we literally fought huge labor battles over things like not locking employees inside buildings and having fire escapes? what on earth kind of nonsense take is this? liberal americans will believe anything as long as it makes america look bad

[disgruntled-foreign-patriarch]

its the lack of A/C

[warcrimesimulator]

I always wanted for US money to have wildlife on it. Maybe a bald eagle, bison, grizzly bear, elk, beaver, and a monarch butterfly? Trying to think of animals that are both iconic and charismatic. Bald eagle and bison feel like a must.

[moderncincinnatus]

Only if Teddy Roosevelt is also on it

[vomitdodger]

Based

[twinflamedreams]

Or pay someone to chase them out, claim no knowledge of the event. Remove them “illegally”

[azspot]

“Because the truth is, tech doesn’t have an image problem. It doesn’t have a message problem. It has an intention problem. What’s wrong with the axe murderer who broke into my house is not that he hasn’t successfully persuaded me to buy into his narrative. What’s wrong is that he’s trying to kill me with an axe. Similarly, when you launch a product that’s designed to put millions of people out of work, block access to sources of verifiable truth, replace human creativity with slop, and lower the barriers to every sort of atrocity, the problem isn’t that you haven’t told the public a good story about those things. The problem is that you are trying to do them.”

— The 40 Most Rage-Inducing Problems in Tech

[santhipoma]

[iridessence]

thinness is not the end-all-be-all, i promise you. don’t waste your youth, your energy, your light obsessing over it.

[brantheblessed]

But high muscle, low body fat is. You will feel better, sleep better, breathe better, get sick less, your energy will be higher, your posture will rise, your confidence will climb.

Go start TODAY.

[moderncincinnatus]

Time to open this stupid secret lair

Money was tight so I was contemplating selling it but bills stabilized and I bought it because I liked the cards and art

[teaboot]

I think that we should start an urban legend for nipless top surgery folks. Something like "If you purple nurple someone hard enough they actually turn purple and fall off". So that someday a kid will see me at the beach or something and I can be like "It Could Happen To You"

[moderncincinnatus]

You can do this with a can of axe body spray, no doctor required

[moderncincinnatus]

Can’t wait to work 8am-11pm

Only kind of annoyed I didn’t get the call for Monday, but that wouldn’t be time and a half all day and I’ve got the kids and appointments