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There are times that I don't understand where is this anxious feeling coming from. Is this trauma? Because I don't want to go this over again... walking, working as if there's a ghost in you. lifeless. fake emotion, irratated, hatred, rage feeling,

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From Now On - The Greatest Showman

[aaronrayc]

Story Time:

Working in retail is really fun, and the times when major fuck-ups happen, they can be either anxiety-attack inducing, or make it possible to get through the rest of your god-awful shift with a smile depending on the customer. My all-time favorite absolute fuck-up is as follows:

This kind woman is just doing her thing. She scans her membership card from her keychain. The register beeps to acknowledge the scan. We continue as usual. Neither of us notice right away, but after I've scanned a few more items, I hear a very quiet, "Um," from the lady, very polite. I look at her. She is looking at the screen of my register, blinking. I, too, look.

And lo and behold. There is a charge of over four-thousand dollars ($4,000) worth of garlic bread staring us in the face. There are no words for a minute. We're just... in awe. How did this happen? How the hell did this happen?

She didn't even have garlic bread in her cart.

I sputter a partial apology - I was incapable of forming actual sentences in the moment - and try to void the garlic bread. Since there was no garlic bread to scan, I try to manually remove $4,000-some from this transaction.

Well, the registers don't like it when you try to void off more than five dollars ($5) from a transaction, so naturally it pings my manager for confirmation, but she's not by her pager.

At this point, both myself and the lady are just... dumbfounded. She's not even mad. I'm not even all that embarrassed. Both of us are just looking at the screen. There's a bit of laughter, but it's mostly just... confusion.

I have to call through the whole store for my manager on the intercom because she's not answering. She shows up, ready to override and void it, when she too, sees what exactly is being voided.

"What... did you do?"

"I genuinely. Have literally. No. Idea."

She voids it, and I go to finish the transaction and tell the woman her total (minus the garlic bread). My register pings. It tells me that she hasn't scanned her membership card. Odd. I distinctly remember her doing that. The woman goes to scan her card again, and I notice that her library card is stuck to her membership card. I tell her gently, and she separates the two and scans her card.

My manager, hovering nearby still, sees this and says, "I think it mistook the barcode of her other card for garlic bread, and the remaining digits were read as the price."

And that's when the laughter really came over us. There were no hard feelings at all. In fact, the woman was incredibly glad that the receipt still showed the garlic bread and the voiding of. I will remember it until the end of time, my only regret in the entire situation being that I didn't take a damn picture, because she has proof and I don't. But I swear to God it happened.

TDLR; Library Card Charged $4,000 of Garlic Bread.

[aaronrayc]

Ang Huling El Bimbo - Eraserheads

[aaronrayc]

58 days  I almost lost count on the days because I am ‘badly’ always at home. My first few weeks during quarantine was a breath of fresh air, because finally you find peace and the time all you want. But as time goes by, I run out interest in everything. I slept late and waking up tired in the afternoon. Never bothered what was going outside like how the sun sets. 

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APR 21 / 20

a few more art journal pages

okay is it just me or did april go by really fast ??

[aaronrayc]

I am broken inside. I am crying inside. I thought Im done with this. It never ends. How I wish I can let go of the bad memories. I feel empty and I always finding something that truly understands me. I am fighting this war inside. I can't trust no one.

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1400 year old ginkgo tree.

 地點：陝西省西安市古觀音禪寺 

Photography: Han Fei

[aaronrayc]

Wtf i am doing

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2 months had passed but life was more challenging and obscure. I always look unto the purpose of choosing the job. Maybe, I was lead here right now to serve what is needed to be served and as well as to see the incovenient truth.

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Even if the stars and moon collide. I never want you back into my life.

[aaronrayc]

One month has passed and was very anxious about getting a job. I am stuck in my bed, chair, and my laptop. Got hooked to series and watched and finished it all night. 

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Five: So. Who broke the coffee maker? I'm not mad. I just want to know.

Mom: I did. I broke it.

Five: No, Mom. No you didn't. Diego?

Diego: Don't look at me. Look at Luther.

Luther: What? I didn't break it.

Diego: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Luther: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Diego: Suspicious.

Luther: No it's not!

Allison: If it matters, probably not, but Klaus was the last one to use it.

Klaus: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Allison: Oh really? Then what were you doing by it earlier?

Klaus: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles! Everyone knows that!

Mom: Ok, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me replace it, Five.

Five: No! Who broke it?!

Luther: Five... Vanya's been awfully quiet.

Vanya: Really?!

[everyone starts arguing]

Five [to himself]: I broke it. I burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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“Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now take what’s left and live it properly.” - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (7.56)

via @philosophybits

[aaronrayc]

ya know like….you always hear about the classics™ authors having stupid wild shenanigans with each other. they all banded together to be dumbass chaotic english majors together. the stories are great and they’re all considered timeless genius writers….we don’t have that with modern age authors? where’s the goddamn sense of community? where’s the saucy tales of jk rowling, stephen king, james patterson and nicholas sparks locked up in an orgy cabin during a hurricane and having a writing contest. no one’s ever gotten in a fist fight with stephanie meyer. rick riordan didn’t cry face down in george r r martin’s garden after no one liked blood of olympus. jodi picoult doesn’t have a single damn calcified heart in her possession. cassandra clare and suzanne collins never had sex on a grave. neil gaiman has never gone on a week long sex-binge that would have killed him if r l stine didn’t intervene. john green has never written a book in two weeks while snorting massive amounts of cocaine. where’s the drama!!! where’s the scandal!!!! where’s the intrigue!!! modern day authors have to step it UP a notch, God dammit.

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