#oh daddums

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Writing a college choice chapter and I just got walloped with the memory of my dad making an absurdly detailed spreadsheet with like 4 separate sheets to help me choose which college to go to. The apple does not fall far from the tree.

...but this apple still managed to choose the wrong college.

[tirsden]

I decided that since the exported version of Dante in my neglected Casanova game became a spellcaster, the true patriarch of Tanaka Town should become a spellcaster as well. Gods, I forgot how slow finishing off perks is with a non-magical bloodline sim.

With Dante’s spellcaster perks maxed out, I switched back to my big ol’ magic family and tried once again to get Von and Forlorne’s nice ash-brown skin color transferred to someone in the Ancient bloodline generation, but no... the new twins have their dang mom’s skin tone and hair this time. They’re both boys, Malkavian Spectre has short hair and Toreador Spectre has long hair. I dunno if I’ll even try again, or maybe just have one more go at it and CAS-edit whoever I get into the ash-brown skin and call it good. I don’t like doing major edits on natural-born sims but mrrr, like... that ash-brown skin tone traversed three generations without issues but the Ancient bloodline level is all light-skinned. Even extremely-dark-brown Tirsden and light-skinned Zeiss couldn’t make a brown baby. I’m one more 3-day pregnancy slog from pronouncing Sims 4 racist as hell.

Or y’know, I don’t understand genetics. Nevermind the kids have the same exact blonde or black hair their parents do, but always mom’s skin tone. Bruh.

Rant aside, while working on the toddler twins I ditched the mother unit again (who I hate anyways) and brought in Gaz aka Dante’s grandson who’s been floating around a 3-4 star celebrity rating for ages. Finally decided to top him off properly, and he also maxed parenting skill as a non-blood-related caretaker for the twins. He’s back at Dante’s house and so is Dante himself, as I had temporarily moved him to an apartment for the spellcasting grind to avoid playing the almost-full household he normally oversees.

Oh right, and the twins’ father Forlorne got struck twice by lightning and died, because he pathed outside for no good reason and literally would not walk back in until two fast strikes toasted him. For some reason that lot is really lagging (possibly due to weird stuff like having an entry point for visitors really far from the house), so I have a feeling the game had already declared him struck and dead while I was flailing at my screen watching him stand in the thunderstorm. Thankfully Gaz was around with an inventory full of death flowers, so I didn’t even have to test if daddums having flowers in his own inventory would save him.

[sclfmastery]

“Are you hurt?”

The Master reels to the side and leans against a wall, deep andthrobbing red soaking the entire front of his button-up.  Evenin such evident agony, he knows that this particular elder haslittle patience for his flights of fancy, or for his self-indulgentintensity.Really, who does, or even should?  In the back of his mindthat gnawing realization that he is both irredeemable andpathetic continues to grow, and grow, and GROW.         “Oh, Daddums, don’t you worry yourself,” he gasps, stumbling         toward the Zero Room, “I . . . I just got a little too close to a         Cyberman prototype . . . you know, wondering how it feels to be        ‘upgraded,’ maybe got a bit overzealous exploring the machinery.         Joost . . . need a bit of a nappie-time . . . hmn.” Guilt, I have guilt, I have guilt. Bloody hell, put it BACK,I miss how fun it was before I had a conscience. 

[le-dreadmau5]

I don't know about Daddums Long Rant(@aintnoonefancy), but it sounds EXACTLY like suburban America.

I don't know who the asshole is who thought of it, but whoever first said "the customer is always right" deserves a place in hell. I don't care if they've saved 336 kittens from trees.

"The customer is always right" has given any customer platform to make ridiculous demands based on the stance that because they could spend money in the store, the rules don't apply and any manager should risk life and limb for that sale.

In America, ads tell you that you're entitled to discounts and deals. Not "oh this sale is going on, stop on by" nah none of that. "We're having a sale!!! Please spend your money here!!! Thats all we care about!!!"

"Customer Service" isn't helping customers. It's breaking store and company policy to appease customers who refuse to understand that you letting them use that 3-month expired coupon very well could get you fired. "It goes against store policy." Is often met with. "I don't care, make it work!" I've had SEVERAL customers over my many jobs make my coworkers cry. Coupon isn't in the system? Verbally berate the cashier to the point of tears so the manager price overrides it for you to get you out. Coupon expired? Call the cashier an "ungodly f*g destined for hell". "I can't change the price on this" "Why are you refusing to sell it to me? Do you now have customer service in Mexico? Or do you invaders just keep fucking all the time to make more kids you can't afford to feed?" Customer service means these people are here to take your abuse and give you a discount as a reward.

Managers: officially in charge of making schedules, getting on phone meetings, settling worker disputes, balancing and keeping tabs on loss prevention, emails, reports blah blah blah.

Managers in customers eyes: the godsend. The singular bastion of sanity from company policy. The person who can fire the cashier for 'obviously made up rules'. No matter what, their job is to make me happy. I bet I can get a FAT discount from them. If I embellish my story a bit, I might even get coupons to take home.

Store Associates in customers eyes: they want this position. They want to help me. They can't get a real job so I can put them through as much abuse as possible. Hold them captive for as long as possible with a story so they're boss yells at them for slacking off. Make whatever backhanded insult I want knowing they can't say I'm being rude. But if they do...payday.

It's a multifaceted beast to disrespect, abuse, and immaturity all perpetuated by capitalism based on the idea that as long as you make the sale, everything is fine. Customers can literally destroy a display causing hours of work by employees to fix it...are they held responsible?? No. They bought a $5 bottle of nail polish so it's chill. The know-nothing employees can clean it up. Same with kids. Ah yes kids. Don't bother watching your kids, store associates are all trained and certified in childcare. Let them run free and don't bother consoling your crying kid. Everyone in the store LOVES the non stop crying of a child. We night shift workers love that.

If you've never worked the might shift, it's a different beast than day shift. Teenagers are out of school ready and willing to mess up the store. Parents of families are roving in drives ready with Dad & Mom jokes for you to suffer through. All of your coworkers just waiting for their lunch dinner break to get away from picking up after the morning shift. All of us counting the minutes til close so we can go out for drinks together, or go home and get started on an essay, or just watch a movie and chill. Work is the last thing barring us from freedom. So when we say "the store is closed" that does not mean "come in, we can wait a few minutes" it means the store is closed, you should've come sooner, we open at 10a" no night shifter wants to hear "I'll only be a minute" we know you are fucking lying. You wanna know why some places close at 5 til the hour? Because at 2min til close, THATS when people come in and stay for 20min. BUT THEY MIGHT BUY SOMETHING. They usually dont. Didn't make it in before the door locked? We don't care how far you drove or how much you need it. Closed means Closed.

American retail is literally putting a sale ahead of workers emotions, time and general well being and it's disgusting

The Customer is never valid.

[heytheredeona]

My mom is getting married

And I can't even be happy for her cause I'm so bitter. I'm high-key trying to drop out of being a bridesmaid cause:

A) no one asked me to be involved they just demanded that shit. B) if she needs a spare body she can put one of his children in there since she likes them so fucking much

C) I'm just not fucking mature enough for this

Like I know this is childish and stupid. I do, but I also know she showed up to my wedding late in blue jeans and took bets in the back on if we were going to last or not. So, honestly, I'm the fucking child and for goddamned ONCE I want to act like it.

Oh and Daddums is also marrying some lady he doesn't like very much. At least my step parents will act like parents though, for as long as they last. Doug doesn't even like his fiance like that and Natasha ruins everything based on the fact she's Natasha. Plus....her fiance is a bit of a lush, her infatuation isn't going to last.

[banannabethchase]

I've been going back and forth about posting this, but I'm going to.

Last week, the best man I ever knew died. My father has always been a weird dude, but weird in the same way I am: nerdy, awkward, caring, kind. He's more selfless and brave than I am. And now he's gone.

The leukemia didn't take him - it was an infection, probably some virus that he contracted from one of his overseas deployments. He was always helping people. Between his engineering and firefighting we won't ever be able to know just how many lives he saved.

I miss him so much. Losing my dad is the hardest thing I'll probably ever endure. He won't meet my kids. He won't walk me down the aisle. He won't see me grow old. He won't get to retire and rest. I don't get to hug him again.

My dad is the best man who has ever been. I want as many people to know how wonderful he is so his memory lives on. In his honor, I hope you will spread love and share bravery.

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The legacy my dad left is service and support to those who both deserve and need it, going above and beyond where you can to help the people who would never ask for it but who need it desperately.

IT WOULD BE EASIER TO FULFILL THAT LEGACY IF PEOPLE WOULD ACCEPT THAT HELP, DAD, SO IF YOU COULD CONVINCE THEM FROM BEYOND THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

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Way number three billion my dad and I are alike: after we got virtually the same meal from the Mexican restaurant, we both made ourselves piña coladas with dark rum.

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My dad is cleaning out his closet in his bedroom while watching Lord of the Rings. I am cleaning out my closet in my bedroom watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

…I am very much like my dad.

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I’m going through old posts on my blog, and this one popped up. I can’t remember exactly which place he went on this trip, but they kept up the tradition for each time he went away. She would wear his wedding ring, because he wasn’t allowed to wear jewelry or any indication he was married when he was overseas. 

He’s gone now, but she wears his ring every single day. The only time she isn’t is when I ask to wear it for a little while. 

You’re always with us, Dad. Always.

My father is away on business, and my mom and I are not sure where. He’s not allowed to wear jewelry. “Keep this safe,” he told my mom when he went away, putting his wedding ring in her hands. “I can’t have this.” Instead of putting it away, she asked if she could wear it.

Now the they are still technically together - a part of my dad is right near my mom every day and the rings are physically together, even if my mom and dad can’t be.

I find that really sweet <3

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My 60 year old dad as he struggles with posting a Facebook status: How do you delete feelings?

Me: I don't know, robot Jim.

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I just tried to explain OTPs to my dad by saying, “You and Mom are my OTP, but you’re like a crack ship that inexplicably became canon endgame.”

I think I just confused him more.

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Dad: Did I tell you I saw 5 deer out back yesterday?

Me: *after careful consideration of which deer-related pun I should use* What the buck?!

Dad: ...What the buck?

Me: Yes, I'm being hilarious. Laugh.

Dad: Hah hah hah.

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I just broke my straw for my iced coffee and when I said I needed a new one my dad said, "They didn't give you a straw, did they?" No, Dad, I broke a phantom straw that I conjured with my feminist superpowers.

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My mom pulled something out of the freezer yesterday, assuming it was something my dad picked up without telling her and shoved in the freezer, and thought, “Oh, we should thaw this and have it for dinner this weekend!” Then put the package in the fridge.

She pulled it out of the fridge today, yelped, and screamed, “Why are there feathers?!” My dad and I leaned over and my dad nonchalantly said, “Because they’re pheasants.” My response was, “Caw caw motherfucker?”

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I can literally hear my dad going, “See? You should have majored in math or science. You would have gotten any job.”