Absolutely loathe that they made thrawn look like blue Elon musk.

Was among a group of temps at a credit union. Employees were so busy, we got very little training. And spent large parts of our day with nothing to occupy our time.

After a month, supervisor walks by at end of day and asks how things are going. I say something to the effect of “could be better.” He looks surprised and says “OK, let’s discuss that tomorrow morning.” I think great, we can problem solve.

The next day turned out to be the three year anniversary of my boyfriend’s death. When I sat with supervisor and trainer and they said how are you, I let them know that I was a little emotional due to it, and started to cry a little.

Supervisor proceeded to reem me out for saying something so negative yesterday in the hearing of coworker and accused me of making a bunch of mistakes (I didn’t and had already provided evidence that I wasn’t involved) and that I obviously didn’t care about my work and that I needed to pack my things and be escorted out of the building.

In conclusion, I hope that guy spends the rest of his life with wet socks.

Beautiful.

We need a macawrong community here on lemmy for baking fails. Yours look way better than my first time. I’ve had a lot of success with this recipe. Keep at it, you’ll definitely get it.

I keep an ever expanding TBR. Every time I’m ready for a new book I use a random number generator to tell me what’s next. Keeps things interesting and eliminates analysis paralysis. I completely agree with the suggestion to ditch books you’re not enjoying. Life is too short for bad fiction.

I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

Creatures of Passage by Morowa Yejide and I am loving it.

Nephthys Kinwell is a taxi driver of sorts in Washington, DC, ferrying ill-fated passengers in a haunted car: a 1967 Plymouth Belvedere with a ghost in the trunk. Endless rides and alcohol help her manage her grief over the death of her twin brother, Osiris, who was murdered and dumped in the Anacostia River.

Unknown to Nephthys when the novel opens in 1977, her estranged great-nephew, ten-year-old Dash, is finding himself drawn to the banks of that very same river. It is there that Dash–reeling from having witnessed an act of molestation at his school, but still questioning what and who he saw–has charmed conversations with a mysterious figure he calls the “River Man,” who somehow appears each time he goes there.

When Dash arrives unexpectedly at Nephthys’s door one day bearing a cryptic note about his unusual conversations with the River Man, Nephthys must face both the family she abandoned and what frightens her most when she looks in the mirror.

Creatures of Passage beautifully threads together the stories of Nephthys, Dash, and others both living and dead. Morowa Yejidé’s deeply captivating novel shows us an unseen Washington filled with otherworldly landscapes, flawed super-humans, and reluctant ghosts, and brings together a community intent on saving one young boy in order to reclaim themselves.

A moron’s vote for Harris counts the same a genious’ vote for Harris.

Another problem with the “voter fraud is rampant” rehtoric is idiots like this think they too can get away with anything.

Brew

*Delves into all kids of weird circumstances and medical mysteries. Morbid and informative.

Zoe

*Up-to-date exercise and nutrition science. I’ve seriously learned a lot.

Imperfect Paintings

Shows you how to try different types of abstract art. Has been a huge inspiration in getting me to paint and experiment with art.

Your mouth to Dog’s ears.

I will, thank you.

Nice! I went as a sexy viking once. I had a braided, crocheted beard, a helmet and corset.

Tony Stark created likeability with a box of scraps in a cave!

He’s a joke, he’s a ham, his last name’s Amsterdam, that’s a Morey.

It’s a feature, not a bug.

Well done.

If there’s two things I know about white people, it’s that they love Rachel Ray, and they’re terrified of curses.

Is incentivates a word? I better check my dictionotomy.

My mom was just saying 2 days ago as we walked down our street, she doesn’t understand why so many people come home in the evening and just sit in their cars. Like, you’re home. Go in your home. We could come up with plenty of scenarios for people to do it once in a while, but for so many it’s like a ritual.