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am I the only one who is remembering the braxsys is still missing... like feyre and rhys were going to look for him and then just didnt...

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So I have a story about a particular interaction I had with a truly horrible and unpleasant individual and I wish to tell it....

So to begin, I am 23 year old blonde woman who is never taken seriously in any situation of social interaction. People, mostly men much older than me, think I’m dumb. Now I know this, but I still try to be nice and friendly, but man people can be just jerks sometimes. 

Any way, I was doing a few errands for my mom, and I went to take her car to be cleaned at a Mister Carwash. (a carwash where you get out and they vacuum and clean the inside and then it goes through a line to be wash, really nice places) So I am in line at this car wash and the guy in front of me is NOT paying any attention and almost runs over one of the employees. The employee yells, “HEY” and sticks out his hand to motion stop (for the second time). 

The guy gets out and is CLEARLY in a mood. Like dude looks mad for idk why. So Mr. Cranky-pants starts walking toward the building, but like the jerk he is, he is on his phone, NOT PAYING ATTENTION. The young lady who is helping me calls out to him, “SIR THATS THE WRONG WAY!” Now this guy just loses it. He whips his head around and glares her down as she is helping me. 

Now I’m in the car watching him stalk angrily over to where we are. The moment he gets within 4 ft of her “MA’AM! MA’AM!! MA’AM!!! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU! I WANT ALL THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE OUT HERE!” 

I am not one for confrontation, and I don’t get into other peoples business because people don’t take me seriously or listen at all, but this young lady was (as I found out later) 16! She looked terrified and was starting to cry! I got out of my car and place my self between MR. C-P and her. This dude was something. From what I estimate 6′8″ -6′9″. Tall guy. hunched back, weirdly placed facial and hand tattoos and piercings all over. This is how the conversation between myself and this guy went:

“Is there a problem sir?”

“I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to her!!’

“No you are yelling at her for no reason.”

“I’m not yelling, I’m angry that both her and the guy over there yelled at me!! I want names for a formal complaint!!”

“Well first of all I watched the whole thing happen, and you almost hit the guy who yelled “hey” at you and the proceeded to not pay attention to any of the signs directing you where to go and almost walk into the carwash its self. She was warning you so that you wouldn’t get wet or get sprayed with cleaner!”

“I am a paying customer! I could go to Kwik Trip for a car wash if I wanted!!”

“Then go to KwiK Trip.”

 “I have a membership here” 

To which my intimidate response with out thinking or hesitation:

“i HaVE a MEmbeRSHiP HeRe!” *see sponge-bob meme*

ooooooo boy did that make him mad!

So after their car was washed and they left, I was waiting for my car and one of the guys who was watching the interaction happen was surprised that I stood up to this jack-wagon and covered my carwash which was really sweet. 

For once, I felt empowered to take action. Seeing all the women elected to congress and the senate during the Midterm elections of 2018, I finally felt that I might be taken seriously. 

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Maybe this is how Molly Weasley made the sweaters for her children....?

Well I’ll be damned..

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Talking with my younger sister about being courteous to the bus drivers on campus and she goes, "well we should be! This is Wisconsin! It's practically Canada!" I guess you could call it Midwestern mentality..

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I have to assume this is what is happening when my prime packages dont come with in the 2 day free shipping.....

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Quick poll: who else has been tortured with the “let’s go for a drive” *im about to break up with you in a confined space where the only escape is road rash*

Anyone else find this awful or was it just me

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So I couldn’t find it again, but I wrote a small thing about Percy majoring in marine biology (which i know nothing about my career is architecture) and his job surrounding that...

You would think after saving the world twice, the universe would cut me a nice slice of blue cake and layer with the sea colored icing.

But no.

That would be like asking for Annabeth to give up her dream of being an architect. To say simply, impossible.

All I want is a simple, stress free, non-threating life.

“You’re being dramatic Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth huffed as she attempted to pull me from the bed.

“fi mor mints..” I mumbled into my pillow.

Suddenly it was colder than Hera’s soul. I groggily raise my head to sleep glare the culprit of my rather frigid extremities. The light shone through the window illuminating Annabeth’s blonde hair with a golden halo. The most beautiful being to grace this earth stood before me ready to blast me with the cold New York winter air.

“You have five seconds before this window opens,” she hissed playfully “and just to warn you, its only 2 degrees outside.”

I knew she would do it too. I begrudgingly swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up rubbing sleep from my eyes.

“Now hurry up and get dressed or we’ll be late.”

I caught her wrist and twirled her toward me, giving her a light peck on the lips.

“Good morning Wise Girl.” I murmured into her lips.

I felt her smile in response.

“Good morning Seaweed Brain.”

She lightly pushed out of my arms signaling for me to get on with the morning.

All of our time in New Rome, couldn’t even prepare me for today. Sure, I was the son of the sea god and that had it perks when your major in Marine Biology, but being in the real world with people who can’t see through the Mist, that canceled it all out. Even growing up in New York City my whole life, before Camp Half-Blood and the Gods, I didn’t interact with regular people that much.

“Percy, you’ll do fine. Don’t be nervous! Just be yourself and they’ll love you!” she cooed at me, reading every last line of worry on my face.

I began pulling on my monkey suit as Leo called it. The black dress pants and freshly ironed white shirt lay on the chair just opposite of the door leading to the remainder of the apartment. I dressed quickly and checked the mirror to make sure there weren’t any stains. A dark sleep mess haired stranger stared back.

“Hello there, handsome devil.”

I whipped my head to the doorway to see Annabeth leaning against the frame.

“Do I really have to wear this? Are you sure it’s not too much?”

“Percy, this is a job interview. You’re supposed to look professional, and I’m sorry but the Camp Half-Blood shirt just won’t cut it.”

“Fine, but I’d rather wear Octavian’s toga than this get up!”

“If its any consolation, there are blue pancakes on the kitchen table with your name on them.” She grinned.

I grinned back as followed her to the kitchen, bracing myself for the new phase of our life.

 -Fast forward 6 months-

 “So, you’ve only been here about 6 months Jackson, but in that time, you’ve shown a real knack for understanding the marine life and their personalities. Its not everyday we get a real prodigy in the marine biology or wildlife field.” Mr. Halta divulged placing one hand on Percy’s shoulder with a small pat.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Those of us who look after the larger marine life here at the museum, think you are ready for more responsibility.”

I could feel the hands of Death wrap around my throat as sweat started to break out on my forehead.

“Sir?”

“Well, we think you could be ready to diagnose and care for a few of the larger marine animals we have here and the New York aquarium. Do you think you can handle this Jackson?”

“Uh..yea..I mean, yes sir, I can handle that”

“Great! You’ll report to Jim Greaves in the Antarctic Marine Hospital Bay! Glad to see you’re on board Jackson! Keep it up and maybe in a few months you’ll work in the Aquatheater with the dolphins and whales!”

Mr. Halta patted Percy on the back once more before heading back toward his office near the Great Barrier Reef exhibit.

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Percy made his way to Jim’s office at the farthest most depressing area of the building. Jim had a reputation of being the old cat lady of sea creatures. The man had a pet angler fish for crying out loud. The sweat turned cold against Percy’s skin as he pushed into Jim’s cave of an office.

“Ahhh Percy. So, you’ve accepted the position and now, here you are, ready to become the new Jim Greaves. Well I can tell you right now, I won’t make this easy for you. In fact, think of the worst, most grueling experience you’ve ever had. NOW TIMES IT BY TEN! That’s how tough and rigorous this apprenticeship will be!” the voice from the corner drawled.

The figure that was Jim Greaves hobbled into the dim lit and dingy center of the room. He looked like Long John Silvers from the restaurant signs, but with a crazier look in the eyes, a limp someone with a peg leg would have, and not nearly as many teeth.

Percy had a hard time believing anything could be worse than Gaea waking, but now he wasn’t so sure. This man in front of him seemed more out of his mind than the Earth goddess.

“Um…so what….so uh what should I start with, Mr. Greaves?”

“Heh heh heh, I’m glad you asked!”

That laugh sent shivers down Percy’s spine.

“Well Jackson, we’ve been having a problem with a seal in the cold-water mammal exhibit. Your first task is figuring out what is wrong with that seal.” Jim grinned as if there was something amusing about the joke Percy wasn’t a part of.

Percy however knew exactly which seal Jim was referring to. He had been watching the seal in its vast tank for a few days now. Even gone to so much as speak with the with a few of the sharks in the adjacent tank.

“Well actually Jim, I know which seal you’re talking about. He’s lonely Jim.”

“What? You didn’t even—”

“I said he’s lonely.”

“How…..”

“I uh, well I just know. Call it instinct?” Percy shrugged.

Just when Percy thought Jim couldn’t look any crazier, he was proven wrong. Very, very wrong.

“I KNEW IT! I told Halta you would be perfect for this!”

Percy wished he’d brought Riptide, but sadly he’d left it on the dresser in the apartment this morning.

“A Son of Poseidon! Not just any son either, oh no, Percy Jackson! The crown jewel of Poseidon’s realm! The Savior of Olympus!”

Percy began backing away toward the only exit of the small room. Kicking himself for not having a weapon.

“I’ve never thought I’d see you again.”

Percy stopped dead in his small shuffle.

“I’m surprised you didn’t recognize the old sea god you wrestled 11 years ago for information regarding, what did you call it, Bessie?” He crooned with a devilish grin.

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Ummmm what

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That moment when your watching old SCOOBY DOO episodes and they reference Doctor Who and old SNL skits and Sherlock's mind palace