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The first thing I noticed on my first day on the job is that in retail no one sits. Ever. It didn’t matter if it was at the beginning of my shift, if the store was empty, or if my knees, back, and feet ached from hours of standing. Park your behind while on the clock, went the unspoken rule, and you might find it on a park bench scanning the want-ads for a new job. Another quick observation: Working in retail takes more skill than just selling stuff. Besides the mindless tasks one expects—folding, stacking, sorting, fetching things for customers—I frequently had to tackle a series of housekeeping chores that Stretch never mentioned in our welcome-aboard chat. Performed during the late shift, those chores usually meant I’d have to stay well past the scheduled 9 p.m. quitting time. Mop the floors in the bathroom, replace the toilet paper and scrub the toilets if necessary. Vacuum. Empty the garbage. Wipe down the glass front doors, every night, even if they don’t really need it. It was all part of the job, done after your shift has ended but without overtime pay.

My Life as a Retail Worker: Nasty, Brutish, and Poor (via azspot)

It’s the fine print that comes with jobs like this that often make them burdens. Ballooning expectations for as minimal pay as possible.

(via invisiblelad)

Everyone should work retail, a retail Christmas preferably, once in their lives. It makes you a better customer.

(via mommapolitico)

^^^^ At least once in their lifetime. $1 tax credit for life with proof of compliance.

(via bilt2tumble)

Retail can be fucking brutal physically and mentally.  But because it never, ever lets up, I eventually got so used to it that I didn’t fully realize just how much of a toll my retail job had taken on me until I had to quit and suddenly I just felt SO MUCH BETTER ALL OF THE TIME.

(via slipstreamborne)

Anyone who ever disrespects anyone in retail/food service is not someone I want to hang out with. Having worked both, let me tell you, that shit is ROUGH.

(via geardrops)

source: The Atlantic
1,130 notes4.163:04 PM • Source: The Atlantic

miss-ingno:

buckysam:

fascinates:

people who make you feel better about yourself when you’re sad are so important 

and then there’s those people who only make you feel shittier

And then there’s people who beat up the shitty ones and put you in the highest tower to breathe fire at anyone who dares come closer.

looking at you fira#you make me feel like a princess<3#dragons before princes#or drakes before fakes

Gotta live up to my name after all. But omg.

Drakes before fakes.

source: fascinates
30,506 notes4.162:36 PM • Source: fascinates
#look sometimes I'm a mermaid sometimes I'm a dragon #fantasy doesn't have to make sense #I will love you and feed you nice things #cause you're pretty
sigmundite asked, "dear sigmundite?"

I JUST WANT TO HUG YOU ALL THE TIME.

Srs you’re caring and considerate and awesome AND YOU WORRY ABOUT HOW YOUR QUEUE IS ORGANIZED SO IT DOESN’T GET SAMEY AND BOTHER PEOPLE. WHO IS THAT FREAKING THOUGHTFUL? WHO I ASK?

You worry/care so much and I just want to wrap you in soft things and say you don’t have to worry so much. But that you care is a beautiful part of who you are so I don’t. But whenever you’re concerned I just want to feed you nice things and hug you.

You’re ridiculously sweet and caring. Don’t ever change. But try not to worry as much? But if you do that’s okay. It’s you. And you’re awesome and I think you’re fabulous. I love every wonderful worrying bit of you <3

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#ramblomatics #sigmundite
nerdfaceangst:

zabethyo:

lordhayati:


drtanner:

dancingspirals:

ironychan:

hungrylikethewolfie:

dduane:


A loaf of bread made in the first century AD, which was discovered at Pompeii, preserved for centuries in the volcanic ashes of Mount Vesuvius. The markings visible on the top are made from a Roman bread stamp, which bakeries were required to use in order to mark the source of the loaves, and to prevent fraud. (via Ridiculously Interesting)

(sigh) I’ve seen these before, but this one’s particularly beautiful.

I feel like I’m supposed to be marveling over the fact that this is a loaf of bread that’s been preserved for thousands of years, and don’t get me wrong, that’s hella cool.  But honestly, I’m mostly struck by the unexpected news that “bread fraud” was apparently once a serious concern.

Bread Fraud was a huge thing,  Bread was provided to the Roman people by the government - bakers were given grain to make the free bread, but some of them stole the government grain to use in other baked goods and would add various substitutes, like sawdust or even worse things, to the bread instead.  So if people complained that their free bread was not proper bread, the stamp told them exactly whose bakery they ought to burn down.

Bread stamps continued to be used at least until the Medieval period in Europe. Any commercially sold bread had to be stamped with an official seal to identify the baker to show that it complied with all rules and regulations about size, price, and quality. This way, rotten or undersized loaves could be traced back to the baker. Bakers could be pilloried, sent down the streets in a hurdle cart with the offending loaf tied around their neck, fined, or forbidden to engage in baking commercially ever again in that city. There are records of a baker in London being sent on a hurdle cart because he used an iron rod to increase the weight of his loaves, and another who wrapped rotten dough with fresh who was pilloried. Any baker hurdled three times had to move to a new city if they wanted to continue baking.
If you have made bread, you are probably familiar with a molding board. It’s a flat board used to shape the bread. Clever fraudsters came up with a molding board that had a little hole drilled into it that wasn’t easily noticed. A customer would buy his dough by weight, and then the baker would force some of that dough through the hole, so they could sell and underweight loaf and use the stolen dough to bake new loafs to sell. Molding boards ended up being banned in London after nine different bakers were caught doing this. There were also instances of grain sellers withholding grain to create an artificial scarcity drive up the price of that, and things like bread.
Bread, being one of the main things that literally everyone ate in many parts of the world, ended up with a plethora of rules and regulations. Bakers were probably no more likely to commit fraud than anyone else, but there were so many of them, that we ended up with lots and lots of rules and records of people being shifty.
Check out Fabulous Feasts: Medieval Cookery and Ceremony by Madeleine Pelner Cosman for a whole chapter on food laws as they existed in about 1400. Plus the color plates are fantastic.

Holy shit. 
Bread is serious fucking business.


Man the bread fandom don’t put up with shit at all.

This has been vital information for your every day life.

I feel like this is important for storytelling in the future. YES.

nerdfaceangst:

zabethyo:

lordhayati:

drtanner:

dancingspirals:

ironychan:

hungrylikethewolfie:

dduane:

A loaf of bread made in the first century AD, which was discovered at Pompeii, preserved for centuries in the volcanic ashes of Mount Vesuvius. The markings visible on the top are made from a Roman bread stamp, which bakeries were required to use in order to mark the source of the loaves, and to prevent fraud. (via Ridiculously Interesting)

(sigh) I’ve seen these before, but this one’s particularly beautiful.

I feel like I’m supposed to be marveling over the fact that this is a loaf of bread that’s been preserved for thousands of years, and don’t get me wrong, that’s hella cool.  But honestly, I’m mostly struck by the unexpected news that “bread fraud” was apparently once a serious concern.

Bread Fraud was a huge thing,  Bread was provided to the Roman people by the government - bakers were given grain to make the free bread, but some of them stole the government grain to use in other baked goods and would add various substitutes, like sawdust or even worse things, to the bread instead.  So if people complained that their free bread was not proper bread, the stamp told them exactly whose bakery they ought to burn down.

Bread stamps continued to be used at least until the Medieval period in Europe. Any commercially sold bread had to be stamped with an official seal to identify the baker to show that it complied with all rules and regulations about size, price, and quality. This way, rotten or undersized loaves could be traced back to the baker. Bakers could be pilloried, sent down the streets in a hurdle cart with the offending loaf tied around their neck, fined, or forbidden to engage in baking commercially ever again in that city. There are records of a baker in London being sent on a hurdle cart because he used an iron rod to increase the weight of his loaves, and another who wrapped rotten dough with fresh who was pilloried. Any baker hurdled three times had to move to a new city if they wanted to continue baking.

If you have made bread, you are probably familiar with a molding board. It’s a flat board used to shape the bread. Clever fraudsters came up with a molding board that had a little hole drilled into it that wasn’t easily noticed. A customer would buy his dough by weight, and then the baker would force some of that dough through the hole, so they could sell and underweight loaf and use the stolen dough to bake new loafs to sell. Molding boards ended up being banned in London after nine different bakers were caught doing this. There were also instances of grain sellers withholding grain to create an artificial scarcity drive up the price of that, and things like bread.

Bread, being one of the main things that literally everyone ate in many parts of the world, ended up with a plethora of rules and regulations. Bakers were probably no more likely to commit fraud than anyone else, but there were so many of them, that we ended up with lots and lots of rules and records of people being shifty.

Check out Fabulous Feasts: Medieval Cookery and Ceremony by Madeleine Pelner Cosman for a whole chapter on food laws as they existed in about 1400. Plus the color plates are fantastic.

Holy shit. 

Bread is serious fucking business.

Man the bread fandom don’t put up with shit at all.

This has been vital information for your every day life.

I feel like this is important for storytelling in the future. YES.

source: wine-loving-vagabond
114,698 notes4.162:07 PM • Source: wine-loving-vagabond
#history
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#miss-ingno #avecuneb #replyomatic
miss-ingno asked, "Dear (insert idiot teacher/prof)"

*EVIL MANIACAL LAUGHTER*

Alright,

Dear fuckwit,

Look you’re a terrible teacher. You used to throw binders at classes, you screamed, you took your frustrations out on people half your age, when you should have been guiding them.

And you know what? You’re also a very angry man stuck in a very small town. So I in a way understand your frustration with the world. The other teachers told me you were never a very good or popular student, so I psychologically understand your need to belittle.

And maybe you’ve even changed. I don’t know and I don’t particularly care.

I understand. But it doesn’t mean I forgive you.

I was a good writer. Maybe I wasn’t great. But I was 16, and pretty good, and it wouldn’t have been so bad if I had become passionate to prove you wrong. But I didn’t. It didn’t matter what I wrote I got the same grade. So I suppose good on you for consistency. And thanks for not failing me. But I deserved better.

I deserved better than you. You wrecked my chances of a better scholarship.

However I remind you of this story:

"This is not a word" you wrote, and marked my essay down.

"This is not a word" you wrote, and my mum hears the slam of the door as I come home.

"This is not a word" you wrote, and she watches as I rip open my bookcase, throw the books to the floor, find my dictionary.

"This is not a word" you wrote and she watches as I rant and rave and fail to comprehend what you mean.

"This is not a word" you wrote, and you were wrong.

And my mum, my wonderful fantastic mum, calms me down, let’s me sleep. Tells me ‘sweet dreams sweetpea’.

And plots.

I hear secondhand of the mum with fire in her eyes. Of the mum that strides, long legs taking the halls by storm, oversized bag in hand.

The mum who finds you in your class, at your desk. She notes a small pocketbook dictionary at your desk and maybe begins to understand how you’ve made your biggest mistake.

"It’s on google, wiki, dictionary.com." She throws out.

"Those are not relevant." You shoot back. Again, she is reminded of the pocketbook.

Like the little crocodile, she welcomes you in with gently smiling jaws. I wish I could have seen her soft smile with promise of gnashing teeth.

The resounding echo of the book dropping on your desk brings the principal. The dictionary carries the weight of her child’s world.

It’s red, and thick, and old, and full of history. Once it was merely a makeshift booster seat until her youngest learned to use it for more scholarly pursuits. Memories of long nights of boredom, sitting reading through and finding new words. Her child tasting them on her tongue. All in preparation for use in an essay that you would scornfully mock.

All in preparation for the weight of these memories to crash on your desk.

Flippantly, uncaring, she ignores the principal’s stammering. She flicks each solitary page of the book until she finds the marked page. She merely points. Waits for you to stammer instead.

Her smile is full of teeth. She mocks your pathetic pocketbook. Her daughter moved on to bigger books when she was eight.

She just as calmly shuts the book, hefts it into her arms, and leaves the school with a parting shot.

"The next time you tell my daughter something is not a word? Make sure it’s not a fucking word first.”

———

So I may understand you, sir. But I do not forgive. And I will never forget.

And I will carry this to my grave.

You are a terrible teacher.

And you were wrong.

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#ramblomatics #about me #fuck that fucker anyway #by the by missy #if you haven't guessed I come by my fire honestly #I will defend to the death #it's been bred into me #miss-ingno

beefmilk2:

if you think you can just follow me and start talking to me as if we were friends well you are correct

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146,366 notes4.161:39 PM • Source: beefmilk2

http://resplendeo.tumblr.com/post/82873817324/therobotmonster-moniquill-siderealsandman »

jabberwockypie:

therobotmonster:

moniquill:

siderealsandman:

friendlytroll:

astrakiseki:

prokopetz:

mikhailvladimirovich:

bogleech:

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.

I lost it at “door handles”.  I want to see some kind of “How to Human-Proof Your Dwelling” guide now.  But it’d be more like “Hide and pray they do not find you.” (Because I guess we’re Night Furies.  I am ok with this.)

I don’t know about you, but I feel significantly more badass.

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93,387 notes4.161:11 PM • Source: bogleech
miss-ingno asked, "Dear missy"

I met you on tumblr. And it’s weird cause I’ve only been on tumblr a year, and I met you after that, but it feels like much longer. I suppose that’s what some say about old souls? If I were more into that thing. But friendships like this make me wonder if there isn’t mutual stardust between us. A similar composition that resonates and recognizes.

I love our Skype chats, though I’m sorry I’m often too tired to actually make all the chats. I love how understanding you all are of that. I love that you’re okay when I’m out of spoons and how soothing it is to know I don’t need to respond right away. You’ll still be there with a welcome smile.

I love that you tag me in things cause you know it will make me smile.

I love that I met you. I think you’re wonderful.

Thank you for being my friend. I’m glad I met you.

Sincerely, your fire-breathing mermaid who will defend you fiercely to the death

2 notes4.161:09 PM
#ramblomatics #about me #miss-ingno
miss-ingno asked, "Dear easter bunny"

I’m not a huge fan of chocolate, or cream eggs. Sorry. Nor am I really religious… Uh, sorry again dude.

But I do appreciate that your holiday stockpiles my chocolate for ages when I’m cramping and just randomly craving chocolate that I never keep in my house otherwise.

And my friends appreciate me giving them all the chocolate. So thanks for giving me opportunity to share and love my friends.

Sincerely ‘I wish more people gave me candy instead but the chocolate makes people happy so whatevs’

2 notes4.161:05 PM
#about me #ramblomatics #miss-ingno

miss-ingno replied to your post “dear past me! :Y”

Wow, sounds like you got hurt a lot :/ don’t break yourself, ok?

Physically ? Yeah. Lol. Knocked my two front teeth out when I was 3. Chipped both of them about 6 times each when they grew back (the first chip was immediately after they finished growing in).

Cracked my head open 4 times, broke my leg, sprained said ankle of said leg years later, smashed the ever-loving hell out of my face. with a bar. (Deadfall, met the pole with my face! Straight hit down from my forehead to jaw over the eye, missed everything important, nothing but massive bruising, some broken blood vessels and a concussion. had I hit it anywhere else…)

Fell out of many trees, one was 50 ft high and I was saved by autumn leaves, there was a huge tree stump I would died on had I fell two feet over.

Oh and I figure skated and played sports. So take that into measurement.

I grew like two feet in two years, I went from above average tiny child to about 6 feet. So I was awkward and gangly and bumped into stuff a lot. I also broke a lot of dishes. My mum bought ‘unbreakable’ dishes by the crate.

Probably a good thing I lived in Canada with health insurance… And that I lived in a small town. With the amount of hospitalization I needed if I needed to wait like you do in big cities for a doctor, I’d be screwed.

I am the amazing Fira! The cat with nine lives! Or fifty really by now no one knows. I’m basically immortal.

When I say I’m amazed I made it into my 20s? No srs, I really am. I thought I’d be dead by now.

I was a child with more curiosity than good sense. My dad to this day says I had/have no fear.

Well in all fairness, the curiousity never went away. I just a bit more smart about how to do dumb stunts.

miss-ingno replied to your post “Dear person I like, Dear past me, Dear person I had a crush on.”

<3<3<3 right back at ya

<333

6 notes4.161:02 PM
#miss-ingno #replyomatic #I'm not really a clutz so much as a byproduct of curiousity #however my sis is pretty sure my clutziness now is probably from the hits to the head #I'm really not that bad but I not great either #I break a lot of dishes still #but after living with a friend I realized it's not really that many anymore #a little more than your average person #but I also have larger hands so washing dishes is a bit harder to do with small glasses and plates and stuff #c'est la vie

A Handy Guide to What Is and Isn't Cultural Appropriation »

alwayslabellavita:

What isn’t cultural appropration:

• Trying/eating/making a culture’s food
• Listening to that culture’s music
• Watching that culture’s movies
• Reading that culture’s books
• Appreciating that culture’s art
• Wearing that culture’s clothing IF in a setting…

source: alwayslabellavita
13,404 notes4.1612:43 PM • Source: alwayslabellavita
#racism #cultural appropriation

randommakings:

brucebannrs:

How It Should Have Ended: Frozen [x]

THIS MOVIE WOULD HAVE BEEN THE BEEESSSSTTTTTTT

source: brucebannrs
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source: itsokaytobesmart.com
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#beautiful stuff

bugtears:

modmad:

We interrupt your usual schedule to bring you a very small pig descending a set of stairs.

HE JUMPS RIGHT INTO IT AND MAKES LITTEL SOUNDS N0

source: videohall
241,435 notes4.1610:50 AM • Source: videohall
#OH MY GOD #FUCK YOU #ALLTHECUTES #PIGLET #THE FUCK DO I DO WITH THIS? #JUST LEAVE ME TO DIE