if you didn’t know stuff about humans you would think they get mad at the weirdest stuff
like one human raises their thumb to another human
that’s good, humans like that
one human raises their middle finger to another human
humans do NOT LIKE THAT
humans think that is a BAD FINGER
don’t you DARE raise that specific finger at me
any other finger is ok just not that one
Anthropology will be the hard elective in alien school.
Spare me the details
rad hair, you got effort.
Brazilian illustrator Gabriel Picolo is just over 100 days into an awesome art project called 365-DaysofDoodles. It’s exactly what it sounds like - Picolo is drawing something new in one of his Moleskine sketchbooks every day for a year. However these are some of the finest “doodles” we’ve ever seen.
Each drawing is unique and often inspired by some sort of pop culture source, featuring his own version of characters from anime, tv, movies and fine art.
Click here to view all of the daily doodles that Picolo has created thus far and then be sure to check back to watch him update the project.
[via Design Taxi]
Dogs reacting to magic tricks the same way people do: adorably.
THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY
this is cute, but I really hope those dogs get like double treats post this
What the hell this is rad as life
Wow this is really well looped.
while I’m in a cranky, rude mood, i hate when girls get middle parts in their hair just because oh they’re graduate now and much older and obviously older kids part their hair in the middle and they just look fucking retarded because they don’t have the face for it like
TAKE A HINT
YOU LOOK LIKE ASS NOW.
within 2 minutes upon arriving at work, I had my boss shoving his ass down my throat.
my manager had taken an order and when he entered it into the computer, it didn’t make any sense at all. when I was repeating the order to the customer, like I’m supposed to, I asked her exactly what she ordered and it seemed to be wrong in the computer.
so I went to the back and changed it, and changed the ticket because it was fucked up. I give her the correct ticket with the correct items, repeating back and forth and assuring the customer that she got what she was asking for.
doing my job. I was doing my fucking job.
then my manager comes back from delivering, and the big boss tells him what I did. my manager starts freaking out and yelling at me this and that and this and that. “this customer is one in a million, one in a MEEL-E-UN. no other customers want it like this but she want it like this she want it different.” and I told him how I approached the subject, even BEFORE I TOLD HIM WHAT HAPPENED. how I couldn’t understand the ticket, how I asked her what she wanted, she told me, I gave her what she wanted by changing the ticket to WHAT SHE WANTED. and he’s freaking out about how blah blah blah this order is different from others and they always get the same order blah blah blah
and he goes to the history and she’s only ordered two times before.
the same thing but a little bit different each time.
and the both of them look like the fucked up order that I saw today.
the order I changed and corrected was about 40 cents cheaper than it should have been. FORTY CENTS.
and he was freaking out because the prices weren’t the same. because apparently I didn’t charge her the right amounts, FROM THE BUTTONS ON THE COMPUTER THAT CHARGE AND TOTAL IT FOR ME.
forty fucking cents.
and when it comes down to it, my manager was only trying to make a woman pay more than she should have had to for less food.
and I’m against assholes that try to charge people the most that they can for shit. it’s just not right. to go out of your way to make a ticket so complicated so that you can fucking charge her forty fucking extra cents,
is realllllly fucking fucked up.
like oh yeah it’s totally cool if you decide to not charge a customer for every kind of extra sauce and extra this and extra that but GOD FORBID YOU LET THIS LADY WITH FOUR KIDS WHO IS ALREADY HAVING A HARD DAY IN OVERCAST, STORMY, RAINY WEATHER NOT HAVE TO SPEND FORTY UNNECESSARY CENTS.
and it came to the point where I quit trying to argue that I did what I was taught to do, and told him that I just didn’t understand, and then when that wasn’t good enough, I told him that next time I won’t fucking help the customers and I’ll just give them whatever and they get what they get because oh it’s not my fucking fault whatever who cares.
and for the rest of the fucking night, he’s telling me to hurry up, rush, hurry up, and then literally thirty seconds later he’s telling me to “relax, kick back, just relax and chill.” AND IT’S FUCKING RUSH HOUR AND THERE’S A MILLION ORDERS TO PACK AND NO DRIVERS AND NO OTHER HOSTESS TO HELP TAKE ORDERS AND I CAN ONLY ANSWER THE PHONE OR PACK THE ORDERS.
quit fucking telling me that it’s fucking busy and FUCKING HELP ME DO THIS SHIT YOU ASSHOLE.
and then I mix up two orders because they’re right next to each other, shit intermingled with each other and instead of grabbing the eggrolls, I grabbed a brown rice, and gave a lady already waiting for her pickup order the wrong thing.
and before she could even call back, before she could even complain, I told my manager that I forgot them and that I’d call her back and ask her to come and get them. and she didn’t answer twice so I left a message and she called back and I gave her the credit for the next time she came in.
oh and my manager goes into a riot. oh my god you messed up the order oh my god you forgot two egg rolls oh my god the egg rolls oh my god you messed up how can you mess up oh my god why are you rushing oh my god.
maybe I messed up because nobody was fucking helping me and i was trying to pack 10 orders at the same time because OH WAIT THAT’S RIGHT NOBODY WAS FUCKING HELPING ME.
and then when my manager makes a mistake adjusting the tips on the computer late at night, oh it’s okay because it’s just his fault and it never matters if HE makes a mistake.
fuck you, you should have been fucking packing 10 orders at the same time and trying to answer the fucking phone with 2 other calls on hold, the other phones beeping because it’s been longer than two minutes on hold, and two people standing at the counter waiting to be helped.
FUCK YOU. I WAS TRYING TO DO MY FUCKING JOB. WHAT WERE YOU DOING?
Spectrum of the Body, 2013
Shang’s journey to self discovery as told by me
Anonymous asked: rattata tapping at your chamber door
home alone and paranoid as fuck
locked all the doors
turned off all lights
shut all shades
I’m creeped the fuck out
I keep hearing this like, tapping almost
it sounds like it’s coming from right next door or something
like someone trying to get into my car or rapping on a window or some shit
and when I peaked through the window shades to see my driveway and ensure my car was there
the rapping just stopped.