rabbitsquirrel: drone/soundscapes/folk music for computers/strange noises || Sair: nonbinary transfem (they/them) || i make strange sounds and videos and post bullshit || personal blog @be-sair || estradiol dance music (edm) @miditiddi || full fledged adult (please 18+ to follow)
More stories from hell (retail) today I was ringing up this lady and she goes oh I want to do part of this on a gift card and the rest on normal card and I go ok and then she hands me a folded piece of paper. I think oh OK it must be folded around the gift card, right? Wrong. It is a folded sheet of 8×11 printer paper with "$40" written on the inside in ballpoint pen. I go what is this. She says a gift card. I say this is not a gift card. She says yes it is. I say this is a piece of paper with "$40" written on it. She says "well it's a gift card." I say it absolutely is not. I am grinding my teeth. She says well I want to use it. I say you physically cannot do that bc it is a piece of paper. I cannot scan or swipe it. I apologize, as if this is my fault, and not because she is completely insane. I hate it here
I wonder how many followers I have that don't know what the "knot" in my url refers to. Like surely not many right? If you're following a dragon girl blog on Tumblr you know what a knot is right?
One of the phrases that my mom used all the time growing up when things were getting chaotic was ‘The lights are dimming! The lights are dimming!’ which i knew was a quote from a play
I juuuust made the connection that the play was Gas Light, where the main character is being driven mad by her husband, including denying that the lights are dimming. As in the play (later movie) that became the basis for the term gaslighting. So apparently my mom was making jokes about being gaslit since the 80s