im always thinkjng about that one time i was on register for like 4 hours straight and said over mic “someone blease take over register i am about to become the joker.” and they came to relieve me faster thab ive ever seen anyone relieve me before
this has become a Thing at my place of work. I described this post to @ziracona and we started to look out for signs of one another “turning into the joker” and then started checking on everyone else we work with. The procedure is, if you notice that your coworker is turning into the Joker, you send them to the back to drink water/sit down/ take meds for a little while.
This not only spread to the rest of the staff, but the staff developed a complex sliding scale of jokerficiation to gauge how well one’s coworkers are and how likely they are to lose it on a member of the public. Possibilities include Alfred, Gordon, Catwoman, Harvey Dent, Big Bad Harv, Harley Quinn, etc with The Joker being the worst spot you’re gonna get in.
On one memorable day, @ziracona asked a coworker where she was on the jokerfication scale, and was told: ‘I’m in Ace chemical plant, looking down at the vats’ which naturally caused Zira to send this girl to the back to rest. Later, when this girl reappeared, Zira asked where they were now and the girl responded ‘now I’m swimming around in the chemicals’ Chilling
Anyway, I hope OP gets to know that they’ve affected a whole nonprofit workplace ecosystem and contributes to people trying to take care of their coworkers and having shorthand for it
If you send someone to rest you tell them to go to Arkham. I’ve told someone before “I’m sending you to Arkham because you’re the Joker right now and I don’t want to work with him.” 10/10.
The sliding scale helps to know how to deal w it. Because there are two factors: evil, and stress. If either reaches 100, you become the Joker, and if both reach 70 or above, you also become the Joker. Stress is physical pressure, and can be fixed by rest only, but had a faster recoup time. Evil is hatred of people you’re forced to interact with and can be fixed by taking a task that gets you away from them, but has a longer cooldown. So if someone says they’re at a Harvey Dent they need stress relieved immediately, or he’s turning into Two-Face, but a Mr. Freeze needs to get away from The Enemies immediately or he’s going to straight up become the Joker.
There’s a regular at the fabric superstore. She’s at least 80 years old, and she just got back into sewing after giving it up for 40 years. We’ll call her Irma.
I love Irma.
Irma is constantly surprised by the newfangled sewing gadgets our store sells. Today she bought some extra-fine glass-head pins and a magnetic pincushion. As I’m ringing her purchases up, she tells me very seriously, “did you know, if you’re careful, you can sew RIGHT OVER those pins? You don’t need to take them out!”
I told her that I liked that you can’t accidentally melt the head of the glass pins with your iron, and she nodded. “They used to all be like that, but times changed.”
I love old sewing machines and asked what kind of machine she has, and she goes, “Oh, it’s an old Singer Featherweight that my husband bought me when we were first married. It’s probably not worth anything anymore, but the thing sews fine. Have you seen the ones those girls over there–” indicating the sewing machine sub-store in my location “–have? Those things go in every direction and the needle always comes to the top when you stop sewing! Imagine how handy that is!”
I mention that I used to sew on my grandmother’s Featherweight but now there’s a intra-family war about who owns Grandma’s Featherweight and so no one gets to use it. It’s genuinely the best portable straight-stitch machine I’ve ever used.
I warn her to never let anyone tell her that Featherweight isn’t worth something. “I know, I miss my husband and it’s always going to have a place in my heart, just like your grandma’s.”
“I mean, Irma, there’s that, but they’re also worth a really notable amount of money. The Singer Featherweight is really financially valuable. I almost never see them for sale around here for less than about $400, and that’s in bad condition.”
“It’s a good thing my husband’s dead, honey, because if you told him that he managed to buy a sewing machine that’s worth more in 2021 than he bought it for in 1950, well, he’d be so smug that I just wouldn’t be able to tolerate driving home with him.”
Like now that I am awake I need to reiterate how huge this is. It was presumed harvested to extinction by the Romans. It was a favorite flavoring and according to historians one of the best contraceptives ever known. True or not it would be fantastic to study that but it being extinct made that impossible.
This is such a huge deal! I hope they get it figured how to grow it.
Please.
It’s been so bad lately.
There was an earthquake DURING the hurricane today.
Only the return of long-lost Slut Mint could bring 2023 back from the brink.
when you tie back jon’s time in captivity to his father leaving earth to him for warworld without really taking the time to help him reacclimate to the world he was born in, it makes perfect sense why jon grows up to be the kind of benevolent yet possessive dictator bc it was probably never taught to him what it even means to let free will and nature itself rearrange the cosmos based on its on entropic tendencies. not to say he isn’t a hero for saving a planet every morning, but he also doesn’t really identify with his human side unless he’s philosophizing about the darkness he seemingly finds innate in people, which is sooooo fascinating bc the ultraman who abused him so viciously was a product of his abuse and upbringing, but still ultimately a kryptonian. and i gotta wonder - does jon silently resent that “he can’t do more” by virtue of being a human being, and thus susceptible to all of humanity’s nasty little bits?
so many people on here really dont give a shit about lesbians and will engage with the most obviously lesbophobic content without thinking twice. i think there’s also a desire to put “lesbians in their place” because so many “positivity” posts are very thinly veiled digs at lesbian attraction and identity, like im sorry if you think we’re big meanies deserving of your rage. get a hobby & leave us alone
like a fool i have always forgiven the dc metro system every time it fucks me over because the stupid sexy 70s brutalist aesthetic is just too swag i am sorry
except you. you are a testament to american hubris and were never supposed to exist
I am so sorry to do this to you but I actually have to talk about it because it is a very specific and weird story. So pictured here is the longest escalator in the western hemisphere and it’s specifically western hemisphere because at the time of construction it was the cold war and usa government was in a dumb competition with ussr government to see who could build the longest fucking metro escalator which would prove….something, i guess. usa lost and the 3 longest escalators in the world are in St. Petersburg. so this and the st. petersburg one are all actually in fact freaky long escalators
Transcript: It reminds me of the “bike to work” movement. That is also portrayed as white, but in my city more than half of the people on bike are not white. I was once talking to a white activist who was photographic “bike commuters” and had only pictures of white people with the occasional “Black professional” I asked her why she didn’t photograph the delivery people, construction workers etc… id. the Black and [Latine] and Asian people… and she mumbled something about trying to “improve the image of biking” then admitted that she didn’t really see them as part of the “green movement” since they “probably have no choice” - I was so mad I wanted to quit working on the project she and I were collaborating on. So, in the same way when people in a poor neighborhood grow food in their yards… it’s just being poor- but when white people do it they are saving the earth or something.“ -comment left on the Racialious blog post “Sustainable Food and Privilege: Why is Green always White (and Male and Upper-Class) (via meggannn). END TS
the same thing when you look at the ~tiny house movement~ versus, say, people living in trailers, or even just renting in apartments or sublet housing
i’m not the praying sort, but i’ll probably always have a soft spot for the astronaut’s prayer
for those who aren’t familiar with it, it’s a possibly-spurious quote by alan shepard (and is thus sometimes referred to as the shepard’s prayer) on the launchpad of Freedom 7, immediately before he became the first american in space. it goes like this:
“Dear Lord, please don’t let me fuck up.”
[Plain Text: “Dear Lord, please don’t let me fuck up.” /end Plain Text]
