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kayla-bird:

cloudhime:

Love on the Peacock Express: A Short Mystery MILF Dating Game made for Yuri Jam 2017!

As a private investigator you’ve always been interested in two things: solving mysteries, and kissing hot older women. Now you’re on a train with as many mysteries as there are hot older women. Are you in paradise? Well, that’s going to be up to you.

Choose one of three women to spend time with on the train, each of whom is deeply embroiled her own mystery. Flirt and investigate through dialogue options and observation in order to solve your chosen woman’s mystery and find your way into her heart. Love on the Peacock Express features three possible romance routes, each with two unique endings.

All game proceeds are donated to Planned Parenthood and a Puerto Rican relief organization.

me, out loud: yes

rhiorhino:

It’s *amazing* how wonderful it feels having an angry owner on your side

To clarify, now that I’m home: my job title is quality inspector. I look at shit and say “yeah that’s good” or “no go back and fix it you fuck.*” I was hired on with that title at this newest place right? Ok, moving on.

So there’s one other Actual Inspector, with two ‘helper’ inspectors (production guys i guess but they’re being heavily utilized right now since, as I said, only one AI.) She put me to sanding some tubes with her on Monday and I was like “ok fine, w/e, she’s really busy with this particular pallet of tubes, we’ll get to some real inspecting tomorrow.”

Guess what I did the next day.

and the day after that.

Did you guess it would be inspecting? Cute! I did too!

I have been boxing and sanding aluminum tubes, mostly by myself, since Tuesday. Not inspecting them, just sanding them. with weird gloves and terrible sandpaper that was never meant for human hands. 
One of the owners had seen me a couple times throughout the week, he came by and introduced himself yesterday I think? Anyways so he saw me chilling by the boxes and I guess he thought I was doing my Actual job and not, say, the job a production worker would be doing. Well. I guess the act of rubbing the shit out of a tube with some sandpaper caught his eye and when he came over and asked what I was doing, shit I thought I was in trouble. Especially when he said in a deadpan voice, eyes full of judgement “….we have guys for that.”

YOU HAVE GUYS FOR THIS??? REALLY??? I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED.

so long stupid story short he had me stop everything, took me to the floor manager (who had never bothered to ask me WHAT I was, and just assumed I was a helper) and re-assigned me back to the other inspector, with the understanding that I would NOT be sanding anymore. Ever. Unless it was little tiny scratches, not the thick shit she had me rubbing out.

I feel….100% better about working there. Still not happy about getting up at 4:30 in the fucking morning but w/e, I’ll acclimate until I find better.

It would be my stupid ass that forgot to take her antibiotics, so that I had to rush to the breakroom with a pill in my mouth, (because why would I take the bottle*) to choke down a cup of water that wasn’t near enough to rinse the taste out of my mouth, in order to spit the nasty residue out right as the prettiest lady here walked into the bathroom. Real slick, me.