I can do pretty decent death makeup, I'll have to see if I can get a couple friends together and make a "Civil War Photoshop" tutorial video
My best friend and I found a Polaroid of a some random 40yr old lady naked from the waist up, and she had sad lopsided tits at the dirt race track, when we were getting paid to clean it up. Lots of baby oil, Budweiser metal bottles, and cig butts. We gave the owner the picture, and it was kinda funny.
There are really two kinds of tits, those who enjoy being at the racetrack and those who don't. I'm sure hers were happy and symmetrical as soon as they went somewhere else
Well she was smiling in the pic, so I am gonna go with it was pre-cellphone pic swap. A simpler time in the land of Rednecks.
My back is killing me today, and I have 12 hours of work to get though. I'm supposed to do 3 bunk searches per shift. Guess only the top bunks are getting searched today.
To be fair every Raw file looks a bit shit, even of the best photo - sorting that out in light room is like developing a negative. However i'd agree that theres a difference between 'processing' a file and spending hours trying to polish a turd
Surprise inventory check today, count everything in the store and match it against the computer and write a report highlighting what's off. What fun.
How large is the store? I managed an officemax once and it took us like 3 days to do an inventory. And we had to bring in a 3rd party company. Don't remember what the item count was... 50k maybe? Might be too high... 30k?
My store isn’t that big, maybe about 5000 items in inventory. The problem comes in where the owners start playing around on our computers through a remote link and change things without telling us; things like renaming intems in the computer and not taking the old line item out. When we get restocked the numbers go under the old name, then when they look at the new name and it says we have none in stock, but there’s five on the shelf... they get bent out of shape about it and it’s largely their own doing.
Ugh...Inventory. I remember when I worked in retail we had to do a surprise inventory once. You have my sympathies. I managed a CD store once, and we had to do our own counts alongside an outside company for comparison. It was a small store, so we did an all-nighter after store closing. I'm going to have nightmares tonight remembering that inventory after a 12-hour shift. The area manager was a coke addict, so nobody was going fast enough. The company doesn't exist anymore. (ETA: Went under before the demise of the CD.)
I worked in a textbook warehouse for one summer. 500,000 square feet, shelves four or six levels high, and 75% of the workers (myself included) were temps from ManPower. At the end of the busy season, we had to do inventory...
Going back to work for the first time in a week. I'm terrified. I know I will get so much shit for being off an entire week and I will feel like I'm new again. Is it at all possible to have a job where you don't have to be scared to go every day? I'd like one of those, thank you. Where do I sign up?
Haha, yeah, I remember that from my brief retail dalliances. Restaurant inventories are totally different. You don't match sales to products. You infer quantities of ingredients and derive a percentage that feels acceptable or unacceptable. This can become problematic when you're looking at half a pan of chicken taco mixture that has seven ingredients, a container of coriander that appears 6/7 full, or (my personal favorite) an opaque keg of beer. We have forty of those. I lift them up a bit and say, "Hmm, that feels about four-tenths full." (I keep telling the owner, who is obsessed with liquor cost, to get a scale and weigh the fucking things to get a precise measurement, but does anyone ever listen to me? Noooooooo....) Restaurant inventory math, conducted the last day of each month: (opening inventory + purchases - ending inventory) divided by sales equals COGS, or Cost of Goods Sold. 30% is excellent, 33% is break-even, 36% is bankruptcy. Margin of error is +/- 3%. See why the majority of restaurants fail? The worse part is that no matter how thoroughly you cost and count and crunch the numbers, you can't find the smoking gun anywhere in the line item. Unless it's missing bottles of wine or booze, but even that can be due to over-pours... an extra half ounce of rum in each Captain and Coke will burn a bottle every fifty drinks, so is somebody stealing? Or is the bartender just heavy handed? Are we missing one of our seventy invoices? Or did somebody drop a case of chicken wings and fail to mention it? I love my job!
Somehow even though I've been writing for about fifteen years and have experienced the only kind of external validation that I think matters (publication fwiw), I still find myself worrying over individual lines, going, "But is this okay? I need someone else's opinion on this. I don't know. This phrasing might not make sense. This grammar might be bad. I don't know what I'm doing. I need a higher level adult." Thanks, impostor syndrome.
I feel like a fraud on a regular basis. Even though I've had some publishing luck, I can't help but wonder if that's all it was at times. I got lucky. I think it's normal to have doubts and question everything. After all, we know that most people who want to be writers fail. And really believing that we can to this better than all those other people who have unsuccessfully tried seems crazy. And I think the better we get the more scary failure and success both become. I think it's probably easier to accept being an imposter than thinking of oneself as a real writer. I'm not saying you're not a real writer. I'm just saying I know the feeling.
I have an art class with my best friend. We've been friends since 2013, and I'm pretty sure I'm one of her best friends. Well, she sits there on her phone the whole period with her earbuds in. Whenever I want to talk to her I always get the feeling that I'm being annoying. It makes me upset. I know she's not mad at me or anything, but I'd just really like to talk. Is that too much to ask for?
I wouldn't read too much into it. My wife and I have doing that to each other for 12 years and we're the picture of marital bliss (largely because we make no secret about deliberately ignoring each other).
Everybody who isn't suffering from imposter syndrome is flailing at the world with their Dunning-Kruger incompetence. You've been repeatedly published, so it's probably not the second one. I'm still Schrodinger's Author, save for that little lightning bolt.
God, I envy the Dunning-Kruger folks sometimes, though. What it must be like to have that confidence!
I'm still pretty bent that I got this caramel covered onion for Halloween....I am crying, because I didn't think of it first.
Well, there's the highlight of my career. It's all downhill from here eta not-happy: I've had my writing music on for a good three hours and barely done any writing because I keep getting distracted by the forum. Screw you guys. I'm outta here /flounces