#so i guess retail it is ;-;

[pinacoladamatata]

Solavellan as mr clean and scrub daddy at a Halloween party now part of Retail Rifts AU 🤣 This happened bc of @westlywheatly and @pintura

[moeblob]

This really doesn't have to go on main but I'm putting it here for now:

So uh. Job hunting online for retail positions is definitely an experience. I saw a part time position listing for an office supply store and I think to myself, good! Not a restaurant! I can do office supplies! So I submit the resume/application and then get to the "great, thank you for that! Here are some multiple choice answer questions ranging from word association to number sequences to math problems!"

And I think to myself "great! I'm good with numbers and math and I should be okay associating basic words for this lovely RETAIL POSITION" and then I get the quick and easy practice questions. Wonderfully easy. I've got this. It's neverending and you just have a 10minute time limit to answer as many as possible! No problem!

Then I click "begin" and get slammed with the most ungodly whiplash with the first question being word association about "which of these four words is DIFFERENT" and the options were STRANGLE, PUSH, THROTTLE, and SUFFOCATE.

Hey, uh. Hey retail job. You uh. You okay there? I have some concerns and it was the first question.

[transmutationisms]

my stupidest personality trait is when something or someone pisses me off i will get more anorexic, To Punish Them, which makes lots of sense bc this is in general literally the last thing i ever want anyone else to notice or discuss with me. this isn't the reason i started starving myself or the only reason i still do it but it is genuinely such an annoying pointless entrenched behaviour loop and also i legitimately think it might kill me one day bc i'm stubborn

[safrona-shadowsun]

The Fall

{Takes place on the day of Dalaran's fate, in the War Within.}

The world was on fire again.

Or at least, Dalaran was, in a matter of speaking. Not so much as on fire, as smashed to smithereens.

Life never left Safrona alone long enough now to relax for long. She had been spoiled for the last year, business adequately taken care enough without too much of her direct involvement. Her sister seemed made to manage the import office in Stormwind and Saraj had been in his element at The Red Room in Silvermoon. Her Courier teams were well trained - that she personally made sure of. Those that called on her personally always paid handsomely for her delivery or acquisition. Confessionals had become the expectant nearly every night, taking time to reunite with those that sought conversation. Even the Dead seemed less in need of The First Perished, giving her more time with her Orchid. The days passed with less worry, and more relaxed joy.

Until they did not. 

The problem with becoming a depended figure imbedded to the infrastructure of most civilization, was that people depended on you to deliver. As an unofficial Postmaster of Dalaran, the panic and unrest became maddening as requests and demands for assistance washed over her communications, asking specifically for the Courier by name in the wake of an entire city’s plummet. For such a small city, the connections and resources contributed and inspired by Dalaran had been an immense loss felt all around Azeroth, on top of the lives and homes lost. But moreover, Safrona had been satisfied to see her own ties forgotten to it - no one expected the Dalaran Mailroom to ever go dark.

The love of the convenience in Dalaran never completely outweighed the lingering resentment she held for the famed city and its citadel. A resentment that lingered in the delicately pieced together memory of a particular culling that had left her in disarray, lost to so many that had cared. She had accepted that resentment as the puzzle piece of her identity, a once Dawnsinger that would never be the same. Business had her passing quickly through for only the use of its portals when needed, nothing more. Some distinct spite had wished the portals would go dark, that the honored ‘throne’ of the Kirin Tor and their oh-so-selective involvement would no longer be regarded or needed by the rest of the world. 

Even among the horror, the distress of numerous voices and the demand of news from Dalaran, Safrona Shadowsun felt an inkling of vindication to know that damned city of her undoing had lay dashed to pieces. Some dark part of her had wished she had been there to see it fall. When she had finally stood among the wreckage, something inside her smiled with cold victory, embracing that resentment with a desire to see it bloom into so much more. 

She had not remembered how she arrived there, or how long she had been standing, watching the Nerubian forces try to end the rest of the survivors in the wreckage. How they had grown so powerful and came from nowhere, had been so effective in dismantling a single city. Perhaps it had been its time, and something better could be rebu–

“You are a courier?” The question cut through her reality, ending the dark fog of swirling thoughts her mind had wandered to. How long…had she been standing there, doing nothing, thinking…thinking of…?

It didn't matter now. Alleria Windrunner was staring at her with a stoic, but slow march down to concern as she waited for a response. “The Courier? The others have spoken of you.”

Safrona had meant to reply with all the professional grace she could muster. An explanation of her elevated role, the charm of invitation to business all was ready behind Lady Shadowsun's lips. But under the intense gaze of what amounted to be a celebrity, a bewildered answer came: “I…yes?”

The decorated Windrunner took in a breath, recollecting her efforts and patience as she pointed to the struggling forces. “We need an emergency supply. Backup. I am told you can be depended on to do both.” 

It was the Courier’s turn to sigh, hiding her trembling breath as she readied a void storage portal for whatever resources it could give. “Yes, yes of course.” 

Damn Alleria Windrunner, damn all of them.

She could not exactly say “no.”

{ Small mention of @thefirstperished }

[gently-decaying-flowers]

just internally screaming because how do i want to be a published writer when i can hardly write and im the only person my stories seem interesting to⁉️

[scarah-screeeaaammss]

I had only kinda wanted this Cleo when she dropped but like... I didnt nearly $100 want her so I was like whatever. But she grew on me and then I was like dang I do want her actually. Then yesterday at a doll show I found her and snagged her for $50 so I guess patience pays off sometimes lmao

[melancholiaenthroned]

if i ever create a future au for duke that isnt torture (becoming batman) he would be a grower at a greenhouse... "are you just saying that because thats your career trajectory" he has light powers ok... plants need light...

[johnconstantinekissesmen]

not happy with how my 'meeting' w my potential new store manager went and i cant figure out if im being an ass about this

[jettison-my-gift]

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[neixins]

if i don’t have a genuine honest to god meltdown every day this week i’ll consider that a win. the odds are not in my favor btw

[critterchitters-closedcaptions]

trying to decipher if the overwhelming dread & Thoughts are cause of the state of the world or cause i need a shower.

vent post in the tags. idk. do whatever 👍

[inmarbleimmobility]

how am i supposed to get a fucking job when everything that doesn't require a specific degree or type of experience requires me to able to stand for 8 hours and squat and lift. a thing i physically cannot do. what the fuck kind of job am i supposed to DO.

[yutadori]

you know what . what if the primary reason why i failed all those job interviews this summer was because i was Honest

[queenerdloser]

my indirect boss told me today that apparently they are once again talking about having us come into the office more. and emphasized about how it wasn't about performance it just "makes sense" to have people in more.

and like. i didn't argue bc tbh i don't think they want to hear it. but genuinely i'm seething about it bc NO! it doesn't make sense lol. like a) we won't all be in the on the same days, so it's not like it's going to help from a team perspective and b) the doctors we work for are never fucking there, so it's not like it's going to help from that perspective either. every thursday when i go in, it's literally just me all day. it would change NOTHING if i was at home that day vs in the office bc there's literally!!! no one!!!! there!!!!! so how is being in one extra day where they will still be no one there going to do??? anything????

idk it frustrates me bc this push is coming from the doctors who are like. not even in the office more than MAYBE one day a week. and from our higher up boss who for sure is only in the office one day a week. and i know it won't apply to a portion of our admin team bc that portion's supervisor has already point blank said she won't enforce it and won't ask her team to do it. and i have a feeling it will once again just be like the three members of our immediate team which will once again just feel like a punishment for "mistakes" that are a) so small it's fucking insane to me that anyone cares or b) are being caused by the system being shitty and not our own human error.

[skunkes]

i think about that person who said they like the way i draw knees every time i draw knees

[sad--tree]

may or may not have voiced my. strong. disagreement about the store policy of "absolutely no earbuds during ur shift no matter what" with the general manager. may or may not have said that if he insists on taking such a hardline stance on the matter i would escalate it as a disability accommodation thing. help. 💀