#email training

[cactusjuicecaprisuntm]

Gid and some torbs

[iam-anordinary-human-orami]

I would imagine the twinyards rushing to text or call each other for happy birthday only because they made a game out of it, probably one of the sessions with Bee. Game rules are: first to wish "Birth" on the 4th of November wins, loser has to then say "Day", call Kevin and ask him something about history, or exy, or the history of exy. The twinyards turn 38 this year. To this day, Kevin still hasn't figured it out.

[foolishfantasia]

I think everybody should read Perry making a fool of himself in front of the kids in Jacob Winkler's storyboard that didn't make it into the actual episode.

Special thanks to the wiki for bringing it to my attention. You can read the rest below. There's actually a lot of cut out parts in Winkler's board!

[isfjmel-phleg]

Work rant ahead

They told me pretty specifically in a recent training for our new and inconvenient method of adding library records that I was not supposed to do a certain step, that I would have further training later (next week) about whatever my new process will be.

But we got some new books, and the collection development librarian was making a big deal about how we need to speed up processing for one particular book because the professor who requested it needs it yesterday. So I went ahead and added the new books using the new system and contacted our consortium's cataloger because that's part of the inconvenient new system.

She emails me back this morning informing me that "it would really help" her if I could do [the step that I was told not to do] before I add any more records in the future. (I'm pretty sure this is cataloger-speak for "you have deeply inconvenienced me, you complete idiot with no library degree." Have you ever met a cataloger? They're terrifying, in my experience. They know exactly what you did wrong--and you have inevitably done something wrong, somehow--and they will inform you.)

But I was specifically told not to do the thing, which is why I didn't do it, so which is it? I wasn't trying to commit a library crime, but apparently I did.

and I'm kind of worried that I won't be wanted in this job without a library degree, and I don't have the money or time or energy to get one, and I don't even like cataloging that much but library work is all I know and the only thing anyone would hire me to do and I'd like to go hide right now

[quatregats]

It's really funny how RENFE emailed me about my train getting in one (1) minute late two days ago due to scheduling changes. But today it's literally an hour late minimum and nothing

[tmmyhug]

on occasion i do freelance graphic design and my favorite client story is the one where they asked me to make a (fairly complex) flyer, decided they didn't like it so they were going to do it themselves, and then came crawling back into my email two days later asking for my help again. they shared their attempt with me and it was horrendous. i have to admit i laughed

[b4rfbrain]

so i was running to the train and my skirt fell down…. so yeah..

[livwritesstuff]

Hey bestie! Have you seen the voicemail trend on tiktok?? I think Eddie and Steve could send the girls and each other funny voicemails at times.

(Also do you like when we send asks involving tiktok trends? They could be apart of Hazel’s tiktok page but I just wanted to make sure you’re not getting annoyed with all the tiktok trend asks)

i LOVE when y'all send me tiktok trends bc frankly i haven't actually caught wind of most of them. at the moment my tiktok algorithm can't tell if i like sharks or judge judy more (i truly have no interest in either one) so i do appreciate the assistance.

case in point: i had no idea that this trend was a thing and it is delightful, and yeah, Hazel 100% does it with a particular voicemail Eddie left her:

"Hazel," Eddie starts, his voice muffled like he's trying to whisper, "I don't have much time. I just got an email from Amazon and I think – I think – there's a goddamn colossal package on the front porch, and I reeeeally need you to get it in the house and hide it before Pop and I get home, okay?"

There's a short, somewhat staticky pause.

"I cannot stress enough that your dad is gonna kill me if he sees what I bought. He's still annoyed with me for buying you that fuckin' mini-fridge for your makeup so you totally owe me one – oh shit, here he–"

[end of voicemail]

[littlewitchbee]

logging in

[sroloc--elbisivni]

very funny to me that every time i’ve taken an international train in Europe that passes through Germany and is also delayed at some portion of its trip the train company makes sure to let you know The Germans Are At Fault

[icantalk710]

The way I immediately plopped onto bed for a power nap after getting home from work 🥱😴

[stellar-collective]

do you have any adorable 5am doodles? <3

i dedicate this sketch page to u

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 17

Damn, how did this get to a part 17????

Here's the promised WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday)!

I had a lot of fun writing this part. The words just flowed so easily.

If you didn't notice, I now have the first arc posted on AO3. It covers the first three parts I've shared here along with some extras that I never did.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.9k

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By the time morning had rolled around, Tim had also signed them up for a 7:30 AM and a 6 PM TV interview. Hopefully they could do enough damage control to mitigate the worst of Walker’s bad PR, whatever that turned out to be.

Tim nudged everyone awake at 5 AM. Conner and Cassie got up the easiest.

“Morning, Rob,” Conner said through a yawn. “Time to prepare for our interview?”

“Yep. We’ll be going in uniform since this is an interview for the Young Justice.”

“Great,” said Cassie. “We’ll be ready.”

Tim went to Danny next. “Hey, Danny.” The boy didn’t move, so Tim shook his shoulder slightly.

“Wha…?” Danny blinked his eyes open. “Wha’s goin on?”

“Me and the others are going to our interviews. We’ll be back in a few hours, kay?”

Danny just blinked at him and Tim laughed fondly.

“I’ll leave a note.”

Tim skipped breakfast on their way out, though Bart offered him some breakfast bars.

“It’s too late to be up,” Tim yawned.

Conner laughed as he hugged Tim and wrapped him in his TTK. They rose several feet into the air. “You should not have pulled that all-nighter.”

“How else was I supposed to be awake in time?”

Tim could feel the way Conner shook his head. “Just tell me where to go. I’ll get us there.”

Tim pointed to an area in town. “It’s over that way.”

Bart grinned. “I’ll meet you three there!”

“We won’t be long,” said Cassie.

With the benefit of flying, they were at the radio station within fifteen minutes. Sometimes being friends with metas made life so much easier.

As soon as they entered, a team of people greeted them.

“You were actually serious!” exclaimed a tall, white man. “Thought for sure it was a joke when I got your email last night. I’m Steve and I’ll be your interviewer this morning.”

Tim shook his hand. “Good morning, Steve. Robin at your service, and these are Superboy, Wonder Girl, and Impulse.”

Then they had to be introduced to all the producers, sound engineers, and assistants. If it hadn’t been for his parents’ gala training, Tim was certain he would’ve forgotten all the names instantly.

The employees knew how to do their jobs, however, and despite everyone wanting to meet the heroes, in less than twenty minutes, they were set up in the recording studio.

“So,” said Steve. “I just want to make sure I get this right. You, Robin, have been friends with Phantom for a while now and wanted to tell our listeners the truth about him. That he’s actually a hero and not a menace.”

“That’s right, Steve. I knew him before… Well, he’s a ghost. You know what before implies. He was there for me when I first became Robin. Now I want to be there for him when he’s dealing with similar struggles.”

“That’s not what any of the experts believe.”

Conner snorted. “The so-called experts in this town want to completely destroy any and all ghosts. Don’t think they’re unbiased.”

Bart nodded. “Yeah. We may not have known Phantom as long as Robin, here. But he’s a good guy. Helped us out when we got stranded here.”

“Stranded, eh? Mind if I ask you more about that on air?”

Tim laughed. “You can ask whatever you like. But I can’t guarantee we’ll answer everything. Secret missions and all that, you understand.”

Steve sighed theatrically. “It was worth a shot. Now, we’ll be going live in about five minutes and we’ll have three segments of eight minutes separated by two minute ad breaks. For a total of thirty minutes in the studio. Anything in particular you want me to ask?”

Tim pulled a sheet of paper out of his utility belt. “I wrote some down, if you don’t mind. They should be engaging and broad enough to please your audience and personal curiosity.”

“I won’t ask only from this list, you understand,” said Steve as he took it.

“Of course not. The first three are ones I do request that you ask, however. Beyond those, they’re just suggestions.”

Steve skimmed the list and nodded. “I can work with this.”

Beyond the window, the sound technician made a signal.

“All right, everyone. That’s the one minute mark. Let me introduce you before you say anything, capiche?”

Tim gave a thumbs up and the others added their assent.

The “on air” light turned on and Steve spoke in a voice much more performative than the one he’d been using. “Good Morning, Amity Park! This is Steve Boyce here to help you bring in the day. How are you early birds doing? Have I got a treat for you today! So last night I got absolutely no sleep because at nine thirty, shortly after our newly implemented curfew, I got a surprise email. From no other than the heroes who helped us out the other night when we were attacked! That’s right! The one and only Robin from Gotham emailed my and asked to come on my small, local show. So he and the Teen Titans are here with me. Let’s give them a warm Amity welcome, what do you say?”

Cassie laughed. “Thanks for that introduction, Steve. I’m Wonder Girl and I’d like to clarify one point. The former Teen Titans have kept the name Titans even if they’re no longer Teens. So we’ve decided to go by a new name.”

Bart nodded. “Yep. We’re the Young Justice now.”

Steve laughed. “Looks like I’ve already put my foot in it. Let me correct myself, let’s give the Young Justice a warm Amity welcome.”

Tim put on the happy gala voice his parents had drilled into him. “Not at all! It’s a new change and we’ve never really operated out here before. Even back home in San Francisco or Gotham we get called the Teen Titans more often than not. We’re just on a crusade to get the name change to stick.”

“Well I’m sure all of my listeners will be sure to get it right going forward. Now, let’s get down to business. We’re all thrilled that you were around to help us out the other night, but what brought you to Amity to begin with? Mayor Montez has publicly stated he never even had a chance to reach out for help before you were on the scene.”

“That was all Robin’s doing,” said Conner. “He’s friends with Phantom, you know.”

“Yep,” agreed Tim. “We were in the area when our transport broke down. Impulse figured out where we were and I knew of Amity due to my friendship with Phantom. Since we weren’t on a time limit, we decided to pop into town for a visit. Imagine our surprise when our very first evening here, we experienced a ghost invasion!”

Cassie laughed. “Oh, come on, Rob. With our lives, it really wasn’t that surprising.”

“Yeah,” said Bart. “We’ve totally had weirder things happen to us.”

Steve leaned forward and pitched his tone lower as if conspiring with them. “Well, I’ll definitely be asking for some of the details on what those might’ve been later. But first, I have to ask. Robin, how did you meet Phantom? He’s that ghost in the black-and-white jumpsuit, right? As far as I know, he’s only ever been seen in Amity. And you’ve certainly never been here before.”

Tim took a breath, this was the moment. “Yep, that’s him. And, well, it may be strange, but I knew him before he was ever Phantom.”

“Before he was Phantom? Do you mean…” Steve let his voice trail off.

Tim let out a low sigh and closed his eyes. He really had to sell this. “Yeah.” He made sure his voice was rough. “Yeah. I knew him before he died. He was one of my best friends growing up and we’ve known each other for years.”

Conner put a hand on his shoulder. “Rob…”

When even Steve needed a second to figure out how to reply, Tim figured he did a good enough job. “So you know him when he was alive,” Steve said. “Who was he? Where did he live?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that,” said Tim. “He was young when he died and his family don’t need people harassing them. They’ve been through a lot. And I know Phantom’s reputation isn’t the best.”

Steve let out another put-upon sigh. “And there you go being reasonable when all I want is the hot gossip. Fine, no questions about who Phantom was. I’m sure you were thrilled when you found out he came back as a ghost, though.”

Tim laughed and was glad Steve was able to change the mood of the interview so quickly without him doing anything. “Oh absolutely. I near about had a heart attack when he called me up out of the blue to say he was a ghost now! This was my first opportunity to visit him since, you know.”

Conner nudged him. “So he brought us along for the ride.”

Steve hummed. “So for the rest of you, this is your first time meeting Phantom?”

“Yep,” said Bart. “I like him. He’s cool.”

“So, Impulse, you think he’s trying to help us. Because it seems like whenever he shows up, things get broken and we have to spend days or weeks and tens of thousands on repairs.”

“Robin knows more about it than I do,” said Bart, “but I guess what let Phantom cross back over to Earth is allowing other ghosts to cross back over. Phantom just wants to spend more time with his living family and friends. The others ghosts…”

“They want more than that,” finished Tim. “Phantom’s explained it to me a bit. They all have something driving them that can only be fulfilled on Earth. And they don’t care what they have to do to satisfy that drive. So Phantom steps in to try and prevent them from causing too much damage or hurting anyone. Then he forces them back to the dimension they come from.”

“In fact,” added Cassie. “We spent all night talking with Phantom and we got his side of the story on several of his fights since he first came to Amity. We’ve written it all up and submitted them to the local paper, so look in the OpEds over the next few days if you want to know the truth.”

“Oh, well now you’ve definitely got me intrigued! I think I will. Anything you'd be willing to share with us now?”

“Do you remember how a month or two ago, a giant robot was seen in Amity?” asked Tim.

“Not something I’m likely to forget!”

Tim laughed. “I’m sure! Well, what you don’t know is that he crossed over to Earth from the Ghost Zone about three or four days before you ever saw him. Phantom kept him from gaining a physical body for days before Technus was able to get past him.”

“Really? So you’re saying that without Phantom, we would’ve been dealing with that robot for a lot longer?”

“Yep.”

Steve asked several more questions about Phantom. Some serious: How does he plan to decrease property damage going forward? We’re coaching him on how to move a fight and deescalate conflict. And some light hearted: So I heard he’s a dog person? Oh, absolutely. A ghost dog adopted him a few weeks ago.

Then the questions turned more personal as he moved on from Phantom and asked about their lives and exploits. And before they knew it, the interview was over.

“Thanks for reaching out,” Steve said as soon as they left the recording studio. “You are by far the biggest guests I’ve ever had on.”

“Thanks for agreeing to have us on so last minute,” said Tim.

“How could I possibly say no?”

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Hope you enjoyed the interview! I probably won't go into detail for the TV one since it'd just be rehashing the same information.

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[excurseon]

validate it bro

[unknowns-musical]

Mon Petite Bleu

E-mail 2

It was just another day in the railyard, the trains going on their daily lives without the watch of Control over them. Only now everyone was having to learn how to get on with one another as Control no longer had the control he once did. This new freedom was rather strange for them all, not only did they learn that their world was made up by a child, but now they could be active in his room without him there. How these two worlds became one, no one understands but everyone is doing their best to cohabit the best they can. For most of them it was taking a while to get used to, for others they did not care... And only one was not bothered by this change.

Skating through the room as if nothing changed the Postal train was fully embracing the change in the sudden "world changing view point". As long as he could continue delivering his mail to the others then what did he have fret about? Nothing from the normal at least, Freights causing chaos back home, the Diesels being their loud selves... Everything was fine, or at least for now his wheels on his blades were feeling a bit worn again, guess he'll just have to replace them when he gets home later. He still has to deliver the mail, and maybe take a look around the room he has plenty of time afterall.

On the other hand, a certain electric engine was not too pleased about being made to go out. Originally the plan was heal up, gather their things and leave this place all together, however Wrench was waiting on new supplies, Joules had also placed some orders in... Electra too, much to the annoyance of Purse with their terrible spending habits. Until they got what they needed they could not leave, then they could go, until then Wrench was making sure Electra was not staying in their base all day.

They were healed up meaning they could go out much to Electra's protests of not being ready, despite how adamant and right Wrench was about them being fine. It was annoying when others were right, left Electra huffy like they were a child, rather undignified of them. Though the racer could not do much about it now as they were already out and skating around the room out of pure boredom. If only something could make this day more interesting...

As if the Starlight heard their thoughts the Racer came to a halt in surprise when they saw a familiar Coach coming their way. It was the little blue postal train from a few weeks ago, seemingly lost in a world of his own. Despite having only met him once before the sight before them felt fitting that he would be so distracted when out and about. A small smile was about to creep onto their face, only to falter at the last second as the Electric realized something. They didn't know his name, they never asked him, no one told them or did they? Were they not listening when it was said? Oh Scrap, this isn't good. It would be rude of them to not know his name if asked.

Not even getting a chance to think about how to go about the situation or how to avoid it, it seems Electra was too caught up in their own thoughts causing the two to bump into the other. Guess they were as bad as each other... Pulling away Electra quickly pulled their hands up with discomfort as Hermes moved back, almost stumbling over his skates awkwardly as he did. Finally meeting each other's gaze Hermes did not register the look Electra gave him, instead smiling back up at them, a quick "hello again Electra!" leaving his lips.

"Pardon?... Oh, qui, hello", the Racer replied, smoothing over their previous expression as if didn't exist. Still just as clueless those around him as last time, just as nice also... What a strange little blue train he is. "You are working again I assume?", they muse. "Everyday, every hour if I can help it! Kinda like-", answering their question the joy on his face was replaced with worry, looking about anxiously. "Killerwatt isn't near is he?", the Coach asked. He was joking, surely? If their obsessive security Truck was here he would not have left their side this entire time. They might have been forced to go out, but they were lucky to avoid the Helicopter treatment. However, the look on the little Coach face told the Engine he was being dead serious.

"No Wattie is not here Mon Petite Bleu, if he was he would have made a fuss about us bumping into each other", they could not help but laugh. To them, they could not see the fuss about Killerwatt being here. Perhaps that was because they were used to seeing him on a regular basis as more of a... Over bearing friend/colleague. What they could see was how that information made the Coach relax, I suppose having a Security Truck leap at you from across the room does leave an effect on a Train.

"That is a relief, I've had too many close calls with him before, don't want to give him anymore reason to hate me", it was a rather awkward reply, though he seemed serious despite his half joking tone. "Close calls?", Electra asked him, it made sense that they've interacted before but Killerwatt isn't that bad. "I almost skated passed him and the others a couple times... He looked ready to pop a line of something if it wasn't for the others... I don't know if Security Trucks have oil lines", he responded. No, yeah... Killerwatt is that bad.

Going to apologize for the actions of their guard, Electra could not help but laugh somewhat at the image in their head of Killerwatt ready to yell at this tiny Coach for an accident, while the others calmed him. "I am sorry for his behaviour Mon Petit, I'll have to talk to him about his actions", they chuckled out. They weren't used to comforting others, them laughing at the problem was rude, yet it actually seemed to work?

"Thank you Electra, I am extremely grateful for you just saying that", he spoke in an appreciative tone with a sigh. Hermes kept on smiling at Electra until they realized they still had a job to do, a look of brief panic going over his face. "I must get going! I am always early, never on time or late! I'll see you around Electr-ah!", trying to excuse themselves as best as he could Hermes adjusted his bag on his shoulder going to move only to find himself flinching as he rolled. Grimacing to himself as he looked down at his blade, he gave it a small tap finding his wheels to hurt. Oh Starlight, looks like they needed replacing faster than he thought.

"What was that?", the Electric asked with an almost concerned tone, giving him a skeptical look. "Nothing, nothing... Just need to replace my wheels again, wore them down with all the extra skating around the new place I guess", he answered as if it was not a big deal. But with how his wheels looked from what Electra could see, that certainly didn't look like nothing. "I'm no expert like Wrench is, but that looks like you wore your wheel down almost to the nerve", "yeah, that happens", "Wha-what do you mean it just happens?". No Train lets their wheels get that bad, how could he act so nonchalant about this?

"I spend more time on my wheels than anyone else around the yard, I got used to being on them so long.", Hermes explained plainly. "I wear them down faster than everyone because of that, they get replaced more frequently too. I also learnt how to tell when they need replacing... Roughly...", that last part was more hesitant to come out, yet the words had already left before he could stop himself. Looking up at the Engine like it wasn't a big deal, which to them wasn't a big deal. However, the look of genuine concern and horror on Electra's face tells Hermes that he might have said more than he should have.

"Stop... Stop, I somewhat understand what you mean by wearing them out, but that fast does not sound healthy... Don't you have a medic or Maintenance Crew?", the Racer pried in a worry, something that they had never done before... That was a foreign feeling to them. Brushing over that feeling, they looked down at the smaller one with hands on their hips like a parent waiting for their child to answer them.

"Oh, we don't have one. I mean the Diesels and the other Coaches do since they all partake in the races like you do, but the Freights don't. We do our best to give ourselves or each other service maintenance". That answer was not what Electra expected to hear, he can't be serious right? "You must be joking, that has to be some kind of Freight humor?", they asked almost pleading for him to tell them it was a joke. "Why would I tell a joke about that?", he questioned them back, now being almost as confused as Electra was moments ago.

Holy Starlight, he was being serious about this... Wrapping one arm across their chest, the other resting on top of it as they held their hand over their mouth, Electra looked down at the Coach unsure how to feel about this revelation. Should they just leave? They aren't a Maintenance Truck, but he doesn't have one to go to. Maybe he could go to the one the Coaches use? They would probably know how to deal with him best. From how he talked though it sounded like he has never been to them before, he probably replaces his wheels himself...

"Alright, that is it you are going to Wrench", not even waiting for a reply Electra let out an annoyed sigh, skating over to the other to couple up. "Hang on! I'm fine! Really!", he tried to back off acting as though it was no issue, but putting weight on his wheels made him wince again. "You were saying?", Electra chastised. "Uumm...", clear that he was not getting out of this situation he just looked to the side awkwardly wishing his wheels didn't have to break down so soon.

"That's what I thought Mon Petite Bleu, now couple up so we can get moving. I'm sure you can call someone to do your job for you while you get fixed", they pointed out. Electra was right, Hermes could send Pat a message on the fax to let her know what happened. "Alright", he answered softly. Coupling up to the Electric, he couldn't help but smile at how nice they were being to him. To think, a celebrity racing Engine helping him out. Maybe this was their way of saying thanks for the bow?

What this was... Electra couldn't pin down into words. They didn't know themselves, it could have been a thanks for the gift, but they've never thanked anyone they weren't close to. This is only their second meeting with this Coach, so it can't be that. More than likely it was just Electra saving everyone a headache from Killerwatt, if the post was late he would have a fit. That is what the Engine told themselves at least. However looking back at the Coach behind them, seeing him smile as they skated together... It felt nice having him coupled to them.

[symptomsoflettinggo]

they BETTER make out a little on stage for all the horrors me and my friend are going through getting to this show omgg