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Oct. 21st, 2014 12:12 am
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OKAY, so, back in 2007 I went on a school trip to Rome for a long weekend. On our one free early-afternoon I ended up getting to spend much less time at San Clemente than I'd intended, because Italian lunch hours, which in turn lead to me and the others I was with eating one of the best restaurant meals I had ever had for astonishingly little money, and it was only as we were leaving that we noticed the discreet stickers on the door about the place having been voted best-restaurant-in-Rome the preceding two years running.

My mother will be in Rome next weekend.

My mother, who remembers me rhapsodising about this place, asked me if I could recall the name.

... as it happened, I could remember (1) that the name started with an N and (2) the approximate walking route to get to it from San Clemente. Ergo five minutes with online maps later I had identified La Naumachia as the most plausible candidate, despite a rebrand having apparently done away with the very memorable logo of a ship. I look forward to hearing her report on it.

(Having explained how I found it, she responded: HAH!!!! That's the sort of thing I do. Indeed it's how the rat I ever found the same hotel I stayed in back then.... you come out of the back gate of the Inquisition past the best water fountain in Rome, go under a bridge past a dubious bus stop and up the hill most of the way to the next metro station....)
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post-tags: instagram, crosspost Decoding the Creative Process. Similar to deciding it. #ferranadria #scienceandcooking

Pretty Princess Wants to Play!

Oct. 20th, 2014 09:00 pm
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Posted by obby

It doesn’t just have to be good vs evil, how about a little plain old mischief?

We’re aiming to complete our family of photogenic manipulators by bringing the Pretty Princess to life as a plush doll. However with a project this large and expensive, we need your help once more.

So, it’s time for another Kickstarter.

As usual we have lots of unique and amazing rewards for your contribution, but this time around we have a ton of addons so you can craft your own custom reward. We had a lot of demand for this last time, and we finally figured out a way to do it cleanly.

Please pitch in what you can, or share the campaign with your friends. We really want this doll, and we want you all to have one as well.

If you guys manage to help us fund the Pretty Princess, depending on how things go, there might be other surprises in store.

Thank you all so much!

-obby

Don’t Lose Shut-Eye Over A Bad Eye

Oct. 20th, 2014 09:00 pm
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Retail | Ottawa, ON, Canada

(I’m considered legally blind. I can see, but not well enough to drive, etc. I also have to look very closely when reading, especially small print. It’s something I was born with, so now at age 24 I joke around about it, even with customers, unless, like this guy, you’re a d***head. His credit card won’t read so I’m keying in the numbers manually, and he notices how closely I’m reading.)

Customer: “I’m surprised they let you work the cash.”

Me: “They’ve even made me a cashier supervisor, but why do you say that?”

Customer: “Well, you know, because of your eyes.”

Me: “What about them?”

Customer: “Well you have to look so close.”

Me: “And this is a problem?”

Customer: “Well… umm…”

Me: “Tell you what, if you ever see me driving a forklift in the store, then you can comment about my eyes. Until then, don’t lose any sleep over it.”

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Hardware Store | NH, USA

(A customer comes in with a an 8 1/2″ circular saw blade and he wants to return it.)

Customer: “This blade isn’t going to work for me.”

Me: “Oh, do you want to go down and see what would work for you?”

Customer: “No, I just want to get my money back.”

Me: “Well, in that case, sir, do you have your receipt?”

Customer: “No, I threw it away.”

Me: “Oh, let’s see if I can find you in the system.”

(Our system holds transactions for about three months. It is easy to find a customer if they paid with a card.)

Me: “Um, I’m sorry, sir. I am not able to find you in the system. When did you buy this saw blade?”

Customer: “I was in here yesterday!”

(The customer is getting a bit irritated.)

Me: “Do you have our [Business] rewards card, sir?”

Customer: “F***, no! Why would I have your s****-a** card?!”

Me: “In that case, sir, would you hold on a moment? It looks like I’ll need to get my manager because this is not in the system at all.”

(I call my manager over and he asks all the questions I already did. I notice something is off: we carry this particular brand but we only stock one at a time, which is what the computer says we have currently. Sure enough, when I got to the shelf, that particular blade is missing, I head back up to my manager and pull him aside.)

Me: *very quietly* “Sir, I have reason to believe that the customer is trying to return a stolen item.”

(The customer is getting quite fidgety and very annoyed.)

Manager: *to the customer* “Sir, I’m going to call the cops. Not only did you steal this, you tried to return it by getting what it was worth out of us as well. We have your face and license plate’s number on our cameras.”

(The man bolted out of the store and ran away leaving the saw blade on the counter. I got 100 bucks for catching a shoplifter!)  

Worth Its Weight In Golden

Oct. 20th, 2014 07:00 pm
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Retail | Exeter, England, UK

(A rather frazzled looking customer rushes in and comes straight over to the counter.)

Me: “Hi! How can I help?”

Customer: “Hi, I’d like 12.5g of golden virginity please…”

(Pause.)

Me: “I’m sorry, love, there are some things we just can’t give back.”

Customer: “Oh my goodness, Virginia! I meant golden Virginia!”

Their Logic Is Priceless

Oct. 20th, 2014 06:00 pm
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Retail | Vancouver, BC, Canada

(I work in a retail store that has deals where if you buy two of certain items, you get both at a discounted price. You cannot buy only one and get it at half the price.)

Customer: *shows me [Brand] body wash & [Brand] deodorant* “These are the same price and are on for the same ‘buy 2 for $4′ deal. It’ll still go through, right?”

Me: “We will find out once I scan them in.”

(I scan each item in individually and no deal shows up. So I ring each item in twice before having to call price check and sure enough, the deal comes off separately PER ITEM.)

Me: “Sir, it appears the deal is for each item individually. These two cannot be combined.”

Customer: “That’s ridiculous! They’re the same price and on for the same deal. I should be able to mix and match them!”

Me: “Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way, unless it’s a deal on the brand. And this time, it’s on the objects. You’d have to buy two deodorants or two body washes to get the deal.”

Customer: “But that’s ridiculous! THEY’RE THE SAME PRICE ON FOR THE SAME DEAL! Can’t you do anything about that?”

Me: “Sir, I cannot. The deal is on the items, and not the brand. If you’d like, I can ring you in for two of each and you can pick them up before you leave.”

Customer: “But if you have a deal on for chips, you can buy one ketchup and one BBQ and still get the deal! Why can’t I do that here?”

Me: “…because those are both chips. These are not the same item.”

Customer: “I get that… but they’re the same price!”

(This went on for a couple more minutes, him using the same logic. He didn’t end up buying the body wash or the deodorant. Moral of the story: you should be able to buy one yoghurt and one dish soap for a discounted price, providing they’re on for the same sale price.)

Juggling Orders In Disorder

Oct. 20th, 2014 05:00 pm
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Restaurant | VA, USA

(I’m on the phone taking an order for a catered event. A customer approaches the counter. Despite my other coworkers who are mostly unoccupied, the customer seems intent on getting my attention, and the customer on the phone won’t let me get a word in to ask her to hold for a second.)

Counter Customer: “Excuse me! I need you!”

Me: *trying to get the attention of another worker* “Someone will help you in a second.” *to the phone* “I’m sorry, could you repeat that last part, ma’am…”

Counter Customer: “No! I need you to help!”

Me: *points to phone* “I’m helping another customer right now. Someone will be right over.”

Counter Customer: “NO! YOU HELP!”

(At this point, I turn away to take the order on the phone. Suddenly, the customer comes behind the counter, snatches the phone from me and hangs it up.)

Counter Customer: “You help me NOW!”

Me: *exasperated* “Please go back around the counter, ma’am. What was it you needed?”

Counter Customer: “I didn’t get a cup for my drink. ”

(After sending her on her way, I call the other customer back.)

Me: “I am so sorry about that we got disconnected, ma’am. How many people are you serving again?”

Phone Customer: “I think I’m going to take my business elsewhere. It was very rude and unprofessional of you to hang up on a customer. If you didn’t want to take my order, you could have just said!” *click*

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Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields
Woods or steepy mountain yields

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flower, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
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Fast Food, Restaurant | Edmonton, AB, Canada

(A customer walks up to the till. I’m watching the conversation from the kitchen nearby.)

Customer: *to the cashier* “Could I speak to your manager, please?”

Manager: *hearing her* “What can I do for you?”

Customer: “I just came through the drive-thru a few minutes ago, and you forgot my two angus burgers.”

Manager: “I very much doubt that.”

(The manager points out the window, where the entire drive-thru and much of the parking lot have been torn up and blocked off for reconstruction. The sound of power tools can be heard even inside the restaurant.)

Customer: “Um…” *stammers a bit before scurrying out of the store*

Signal boosting!

Oct. 20th, 2014 10:20 am
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Still trying to round up people for Sargon's Patreon!

He's offering writing advice, which is all good stuff.

At the very least, go read "Poison Fog", an excellent atmospheric and creepy short story he wrote to illustrate the specific points he's been talking about.

He had to spend a big chunk of yesterday up on the roof patching our chimney, which has been leaking.  We can't afford to do it properly, so it's makeshift repairs until we can.

Also, I need a new computer.  The casing of this one is cracked, and despite mucking about with the software, the hardware has aged to the point that it can barely handle the modest demands I make of it.  (Like, it can't.  Not without crashing.)  I've got another machine, a really nice refurbished one, on layaway at our local computer business.  The price is definitely right, but I still am gonna have trouble paying it.  I have $200 left, and need to give them $100 of that this month.

And, yeah, they aren't going to raise our food stamps.  They cut SNAP benefits for everyone in the state pretty much.  Everyone we've spoken to who is on benefits has said the same thing.  Their money got slashed.  The extra funding the federal government was funneling into food programs has run out.  The state pulled the plug.  So we're not getting that $200 back.  And that pretty much fucks us.  That's how close to the bone we run.

I hate doing this.  I hate that basically all I do is ask for help.  It's not my fault, but I'm stuck trying to make up for it, I'm bad at it, and it sucks having to do it.  And it might never quit.

I'm so tired of this shit.  I wish there was a way out, and there's just . . . not.  Nothing I can control.  Because I'm sick.  Which is why I need the help.  That I'm not getting enough of. 

So please, give Sargon's Patreon a look.  Boost the signal.  One-time donations can be made to sargon999@hotmail.com (food and housing, the most important stuff), or naamah@gmail.com (computer and cats, the unfortunately less important stuff).

Thank you, everyone.  For being patient.  For being generous.  For understanding.


Just One Thing! (20 October 2014)

Oct. 20th, 2014 09:50 am
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing that you've accomplished in the past 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange, or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

Dear Yuletide Author

Oct. 20th, 2014 01:52 pm
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Thank you so much for writing for me! I am delighted and grateful. :-)

In general I'm a massive queermo and very much in favour of Queers Being Awesome and Trans Folk Being Awesome and Ladies Being Awesome etc etc. I also have a lot of feelings about families lost and found and chosen. I'm not terribly interested in sex (er, in general, though also reading about it); I don't object but please do not feel obliged! By mid-winter I tend to be feeling a bit miserable so happy endings are much appreciated, but getting there the hard way isn't a problem.

I am sure I will love whatever it is you write! I am only too pleased for you to follow your own muse and will adore the result. (Tell me if I'm being too effusive?) However, slightly more specific notes on requests follow if you want something to bounce off.

Read more... )

Thank youuuuuuuu <333
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October 20th, 2014: Happy birthday to everyone who was born on a previous iteration of this day in the past!! Did you know: the set of these people includes ME

– Ryan

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Oct. 20th, 2014 02:01 am
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A while back I requested three weeks back to go to a friend's wedding. Very sadly, the wedding has been called off, so I won't be going to it or getting the attendant vacation on the east coast. However, although one co-worker let me have the shifts he agreed to cover back, the other had been counting on the money and in the name of amicable relations I let him keep them. Therefore I only work one day a week until November, and with school back in session that's more like six hours in the evening and an hour or two in the morning. My mini-vacation is refreshing and quite welcome, because I was getting a bit ragged there.

Today I went looking for a knitting needle and ended up completely cleaning out my bedside table. It's now far roomier, less dusty, and vaguely organized. I also found the knitting needle, as well as the quiver of DPNs that have been hiding from me since the move. It was one of those late-night ADHD moments that I've been trained to think are suboptimal by every study guide I've ever been given, where I count entirely on a whim to spark enthusiasm for an important task; but on the other hand it works and not very many other things do nowadays.

My mom commented the other day that I've been working forever with no payoff in sight, and that's absolutely true. Mary Pipher's Letters to a Young Therapist has resonated that statement all the way down to glum hunger, because she has almost exactly the life I want--six sessions a day at a clinic with colleagues, working with a diverse clientele of individuals and families, owns her own house, has a husband and kids and family, writes, supervises grad students, goes on little trips, does good work. It's funny that I come back to her because hers was the life I wanted when I was 13 and read Reviving Ophelia, and even though the intervening years have opened up many different potential careers, settings, and households, in many ways I still want the same thing. (Except I also want a farm.)

But for years all I wanted was income, which I have now, though not the amount I was hoping for. I've spent so long--it feels like one continuous push since I left childhood--and I got a little taste of what it was like to get there in the first two years of my Master's, and I could bear with money frustrations by saying when I get a job as a therapist, but now--

*glum sigh*

But cleaning out my bedside table meant I found even more cards from people. I keep the cards people send me, and display them on a little ledge on the wall above my bed, and they're immensely cheering--I think my favourites are the thank-you-and-goodbye card from the school I worked at, where every staff member left a personalized message, and the very long rambly ones that are absolutely filled with handwriting, mostly from fannish people. I found two fannish cards and the thank you card from my last internship, put them on the "paper to deal with" pile (my ledge is getting crowded and rather like a stack of dominoes, so I need a new system) and went up to shower with a smile on my face.

So I decided something, since I need a goal to work with. I still have those 12.5 dratted hours of internship left, and no idea of where I'm going to fill them. My plan, drawn up with the people at school, is to be done that internship by May 2015. So how I'm going to work to that goal is to start a list of potential internship sites, and research what I think are the absolute best places for me to work in Victoria. I have to approach the sites cold since my school's prearranged sites are mostly on the Mainland, and if I'm signing up for polite rebuffs they might as well be from someplace good. Then I'll do my best to network like hell during that internship, and see if that can't crack me in. You know, what an unpaid internship is supposed to do.

Which means hanging with my job even longer. I thought I would moan about that part more, but I've realized something about why I do it. It's got work I won't slack off on. My work ethic is terrible when it comes to things I find irrelevant, and in jobs where I know I'll have a lot of free time on my hands or the work isn't important, I struggle not to stay in bed when I wake up on a bad day. With things as bad as they currently are, I can see myself just failing to show up for a job as a cashier--Nope. Can't be arsed. Whereas with what I'm doing now? I need to be there. I'm working alone and there's no one to cover for me without a lot of fuss. And when I'm with the kids, I cannot help but give them everything I've got--sure, sometimes that is pretty tired and pathetic, but that's because my reserves are so low.

So I simply wouldn't get out of bed for a job that was less difficult. (Unless it was therapisting.)

I often wish I could be a different person, someone more trusting and expressive and dramatic and able to solicit help, but lately I've been toying with the thought that the things I'm annoyed with in myself now have been virtues in others, things like endurance and fortitude and resourcefulness. Maybe even independence. If they are, they feel like very lonely virtues.

Though now that I write them down, none of them seem incompatible with friendship or other ties. They might not even have been for me in practice. That's how I've always thought of them, though.

13 years is a while!

Oct. 20th, 2014 02:02 am
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13 years ago Saturday, I pledged to be the friend who didn't fall off the radar for Darkside. It has worked out rather better than he thought it would so far. :)

sensible sewing

Oct. 20th, 2014 03:56 pm
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I was feeling tired and low brain on the weekend, but still felt like sewing. So I cut two simple linen shirts. Same fabric but different sides out. I do hope they work as well as it seems they might.

Now I need trousers or straight skirts to wear them with. They don't look wonderful with full skirts.

IMG_4295-2

more pics )

Comet McNaught Over New Zealand

Oct. 20th, 2014 04:42 am
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Comet McNaught was perhaps the most photogenic comet of modern times -- from Earth.  Comet McNaught was perhaps the most photogenic comet of modern times -- from Earth.


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Mondays, every week, let's celebrate ourselves, to start the week right. Tell me what you're proud of. Tell me what you accomplished last week, something -- at least one thing -- that you can turn around and point at and say: I did this. Me. It was tough, but I did it, and I did it well, and I am proud of it, and it makes me feel good to see what I accomplished. Could be anything -- something you made, something you did, something you got through. Just take a minute and celebrate yourself. Either here, or in your journal, but somewhere.

(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)

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