so there's a reason my new job got back to me so quickly about my application and that's bc it's an absolute fucking shambles like actually perfect timing for me to decide to rewatch the bear bc i have never more felt like ive been thrown into a broke on-its-knees establishment trying to crawl its way up the ladder where i am somehow a godsend to them. my old job was crazy and shambolic in the sense that the industry is just Like That but this one?????? insanity. every 5 mins i am questioning what im doing with my life. ive already had a walk-in fridge moment
when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING
my new headcanon is that rudy gets diagnosed with celiac disease when he's 12 or 13 (one of his many many health issues and allergies) and when he tells louise that he's sad he cant eat at bob's burgers anymore bcuz the buns have gluten in them bob makes a special order for gluten free buns and stores them seperately so that rudy can always enjoy his burgers :) <- and anyone else who is gluten intolerant there's like a special sign that says "ask about our gluten free options!!"
Sweeney Todd has the major advantage of having a landlady that’s madly in love with him.
I first went down this rabbit hole of thought a few years ago. My updated version is that Nellie doesn’t make him pay rent. She just doesn’t care. She already wants him to live with her, so why make him pay?
Back when I first thought of this tho, my joke was that they’re both extremely broke, so she maybe tries to get him to pay rent a little bit, but he’s got, like, no money, so he’s just like, “Sorry, can’t.” And she just lets it slide, ‘cause what is she gonna do, evict the love of her life?
He gets away with this all the time.
The other joke I made is that he very easily could use this whole thing to his advantage. Not in a “toying with her feelings” way, just in a “my landlady’s in love with me, what’s she gonna do” way. One day, he just buys her flowers and is like, “Do you except barters?” And of course she accepts because she loves flowers and she loves him, and even if it was to get out of paying rent, she thinks it’s sweet, and they both know deep down that she was never going to make him pay anyway.
A suspended cabinet is designed under the TV, on which objects and ornaments can be placed, and a sweeping robot can be placed below. At the same time, drawers are designed to place messy small things, which looks high-end and practical. If you like Jimei, please collect it.
Please be kind to retail workers. For the love of all things good in this world, be kind to retail workers. If you're in a position where it's safe for you to do so, step in if another customer is going off on a retail worker. People only behave badly when they think they can get away with it, and a bystander going, "Hey, is that really necessary?" can make a world of difference.
Retail workers, you DO NOT deserve the abuse thrown at you by the elitist, pompous, entitled customers who demand things of you that you aren't paid to do. I'm so sorry people are so cruel and it's wrong.
how do i tell my mother that coming into my room calling me "lazybones" if i'm still in bed at any time past 7 a.m. for YEARS has done near-irreparable damage to my self-esteem and created shame about being able to just fucking relax?
when i was a kid my grandma had a dead dried lizard she kept in an ornate wooden box in her desk and she told me it was good luck and she would make me wish over the lizard for absolutely anything. we would bake a lot together and it started out as “go wish over the lizard that your crêpes will turn out good” and then it just started spreading to other things. like I’d go to her house to wish over the dead lizard for a good grade, to go to the zoo, for my friends to invite me to a sleepover. which is kind of funny in itself because my grandma is pretty catholic and you’d think that she’d make me pray to god rather than, you know, a lizard corpse. but also my mom was adamant i should be raised non-religious so maybe my grandma was trying to gateway drug me into catholicism (did not work). who knows. anyway learning that other kids did not have a lucky lizard corpse was a worse betrayal than learning santa was a freemason.
I think the plan is to play a bit more of sims 4 tomorrow with a private family, then dive back into figuring out the Pierces the day after. I just... really needed the break so I didn't fully rage quit.
And I'll set a little queue of Higas running tomorrow too.