#track employees

[tanusree444]

With employee check ins

There is absolutely no chance of having a ghost employee. You can relax knowing precisely how many staff sign in and out each day.

[a-vague-yet-menacing-agency]

Old news but the fact that Cody was manager at hot topic is so unexplored in fandom. Like he wasn't some shithead employee he was the boss Entry level retail workers are so rarely promoted to manager nowadays, like, was Cody just that good at selling/managing the store? Also, managers make good money. Okay, haha, it's a hot topic, but store managers make like 70,000$ a year (CAD). They have health insurance. So Cody was actually doing pretty well. It's kinda weird to pretend he was on the same level as his friend with just a standard sales associate position, even if that friend was also full-time. Like the power and responsibility that Cody actually had is kind of impressive especially for 28.

AND then! To become a carnie! Like sick move and also Cody lost all his money anyway but the financial disparity! Was Murph probably thinking of like an assistant manager position which would make more sense with Cody's vibe? Probably. Is it funnier to imagine that Cody had to make sales reports to corporate and design store planograms? Absolutely.

Cody was management.

[lordichamo]

love this guy's extreme acrophobia hes so uhm. hes doing great.

[mistressemmedi]

the way rbr fans are trying to make this about anything but misogyny. really disgusting

It is about mysoginy though. Look at who 'broke' the news first - for those who don't know Business F1 is the motorsport equivalent of the Daily Mail. Highlights from such a reputable source include: a whole spread dedicated to WAGS and subsequent analysis of who scored big in terms of beauty, another in depth article in regards to how the W series failed because it didn't market itself better (should have put the drivers in bikinis) etc. Just to set the tone.

[corpocyborg]

| Arasaka Database | | Employee ID# NC770416 | | Director of Counter Intel | | Valerie "V" Locke | Name: Valerie Locke Alias: V Sex: Female Height: 170 cm / 5'7" Place of Birth: Charter Hill, Westbrook, NC Date of Birth: Nov 12, 2050 Position: Director of Counter Intel Former Positions: Assistant Director, Field Agent (Counter Intel); Field Agent (Spec Ops) Primary Personality Traits 95% Energetic 73% Diligent 62% Suspicious 38% Rude 65% Ruthless 97% Optimistic Vehicle: Rayfield Excalibur Cyberdeck: Arasaka Mk. 4 Weapons: Cyberdeck, Silenced Pistol, Gorilla Arms (w/ Realskinn) Combat Style: Stealth Takedowns, Quickhacking, Crowd Control Hair: Dark Red (Dyed), Black (Natural) Eyes: Gray, Kiroshi "Sentry" Optics Skills Body 3/7 Intelligence 7/7 Reflexes 4/7 Technical 5/7 Stealth 6/7 Survival 2/7 Background: Born to Arasaka employees Daniel Locke (technical and security specialist, deceased as of 2063) and Charlotte Locke (diplomatic representative, deceased as of 2063). Attended Arasaka Academy (2064 - 2068), paid for via fund set up by parents. Started career at Arasaka in 2069 in Spec Ops as a field agent. Excelled at building large networks of contacts and informants. Transferred to Counter Intel in 2072. Promoted to Director after termination of former director Arthur Jenkins. Involvement in leaking information leading to former superior’s termination (as well as that of Susan Abernathy, Director of Spec Ops) suspected but never proven. [original template by @fiangrey]

[chromaji]

i cannot believe people think that buying products and then destroying them is boycotting. dawg you are not hurting the big corporation’s feefees or wallets by buying their products [end of sentence because what you do with the product just does not matter at that point].

[blametheeditor]

To See And To Hear | Chapter 3

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NOT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of murder and death. Death scene. The concept of someone who was killed living their after-life on Earth. Dark thoughts/themes.

Run Down: Fazbear Corporation has a dark past full of death and murder. On one hand, it'd be safe to assume at least one unrestful spirit would haunt their last resting place. On the other, if they knew the plans William Afton had in store, any reason to stay should immediately be replaced with moving on as soon as possible.

Look, it's not David's fault he constantly fires employees

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“Thank you for calling-!” 

“It’s me,” has Fritz immediately cutting himself off midsentence, wincing at the annoyance in his boss’ voice. “Do you even look at the number when a call comes through?”

Only David Harrison would get upset over something like accidentally being greeted like a customer. But despite having only worked for the man for little over a month, Fritz should’ve seen it coming from a mile away. He’s the one answering calls for the restaurant afterhours for free, though, so he doesn’t have lot of room to judge. 

“Sorry, Mr. Harrison,” the redheaded teenager apologizes. “What can I do for you?”

“I currently have someone on another line who wants to talk to you. You most likely haven’t met him, but his name is Vincent, and he works directly with William.” 

Fritz feels the phantom feeling of blood draining from his face. He’s seen how he’s supposed to look when he goes pale, his freckles standing out more than usual, his cheeks seeming almost hollow. The only problem is the fact it can’t happen anymore. His skin can’t get paler if there’s no blood anymore, or even skin for that matter. 

Despite being dead, Fritz can’t help but feel terror creeping through him. And not the kind where he’s afraid of getting physically hurt, nor the kind when he realized he will haunt the restaurant he died in for all eternity. No, it’s the kind when you get caught red handed, and everything he has is about to be ripped away. 

“Wh-What does he want to talk to me about?” Fritz asks. Glad he can say something. Unsure how to feel about the fact his mouth is dry even though it’s impossible for it to be. 

David sighs, sounding just as upset about the circumstance. As if he knows he might lose his most ‘competent employee’, a compliment coming from the business man. “He wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. I gave him a full report, including you always clocking in on time and the notes I’ve given you for improvement with customers, but he apparently needs to speak to you. So don’t say anything you wouldn’t say to me, understand?” 

This is bad. Someone who works directly with William found out someone was lying about being hired by the company owner himself. Maybe Fritz should’ve thought out his lie a little more, not say William Afton gave him a position under David. Should’ve thought about the fact updates would’ve been sent. Should’ve thought about there being suspicions an employee is working but not getting paid. 

But it’s too late now. “Y-Yes sir.” 

“It’s only a phone call, Fritz,” David says. “Just don’t fuck it up.” 

“Hello, is this Fritz Smith?” 

The unfamiliar voice greets him before he’s able to prepare himself, forced to face the fact he’s going to get fired. His name removed from the company directory for a second time. Left completely alone for however long it takes for his spirit to finally move on. He may be able to interact with the animatronics, but it’s not the same as talking to someone living. Someone who can fear death. 

Someone who could understand the sheer amount of terror that still grips him at the thought of the stage- 

“Take a deep breath for me. In, and out.” 

Fritz’s head whirls around to make sure he’s not about to be crushed all over again. Feeling his chest heaving even though there’s no lungs to make it happen. Stares at the small room void of stages, or animatronics, or anything except for him, a small desk, and an old phone. 

An old phone he put on speaker when David call. That currently has someone else’s voice emitting from it. One trying to calm him down. 

It takes a moment for him to establish it’s over he can’t get killed again. Imitates taking a deep breath before letting it out. Tenses up as he realizes David’s supervisor is on the phone. “I-I’m so sorry!” 

“Nothing to be sorry about,” the man, Vincent reassures. Not sounding mad in the slightest, but David was good at making it seem like he wasn’t upset for a mistake in order to drop your guard for when he explodes. “Trust me, I know how terrifying it is talking to someone who speaks on behalf of William.” 

Fritz forces out a laugh in the hopes it’s assumed that’s the only reason why he panicked. Not for anything more, including but not limited to lying about being a remote worker. “It’s the more common reaction I take it?” 

“Even worse when it’s done in person,” and he can hear the smile in Vincent’s voice. “Though, your case is a special one.” 

“H-How so?” 

“Well...let’s start with the fact you share the same name with someone who was in the obituaries a few weeks ago.” 

Out of everything Fritz was expecting, from there being legal issues for working for free to there being consequences lying about being hired by someone who never did, someone figuring out he’s a ghost haunting the living world was not one of them. 

Because David didn’t so much as blink when his ‘new’ employee said their name was Fritz Smith. The waiter who died at David’s restaurant after only a month of working for him, not only being the one to get it resolved but report it as well. Meaning his name had to filled in multiple times in order to ensure everything was filled properly. But his death was so inconsequential to the business man he only thought it was an odd coincidence, or maybe never even thought about it at all. 

Maybe it’s different when it concerns William Afton, the owner of the most infamous restaurant chains. Instead of waving a hand, everything is combed through thoroughly. To make sure the rumors of night guards dying instead of quitting only stay as rumors. To make sure those who died stayed dead. 

“...am I fired?” Fritz asks softly. The only thing he can think to say. It’s not like he can claim he simply shares a name with someone who died. There wouldn’t be any way to prove he’s alive. Not when no one can even see him even if he stands directly in front of them, the only way he can be heard is through the phone. 

“And get screamed at by David for taking away the only employee he says to be competent? No thank you, you’re more than welcome to continue your ‘remote work’ and save me the trouble,” Vincent says. “Though I am curious why you are working.” 

Fritz’s mouth drops open at how...casually it’s accepted to talk to someone confirmed to be dead. Not even a hint of suspicion this all might be some kind of meticulous ploy. Which wouldn’t make any sense, because what could be possibly gain from it if it was, but people would accept that than the idea they’re conversing with a ghost. 

“I, uh....” Fritz feels his face heat, and he’s tempted to find a mirror at some point to see if he can still blush even though he shouldn’t be able to. But right now he’s just realizing how it’s going to sound. That he’s still working for David despite the fact he’s dead. Was killed at the very restaurant he’s having this call at. “I know I don’t have to, b-but I’m here anyways, and no one can talk to me otherwise so it’s nice. Gives me something to do except wait for night to talk to the animatronics.” 

“So David can actually talk to you over the phone?” No judgement in Vincent’s voice. Just curiosity. 

“Uh, yeah,” Fritz murmurs. “It’s, it’s kind of weird seeing him in person. Because we talk fairly often. But I’m invisible until I’m back on the phone.” 

“To be honest, I admire you wanting to work for him,” Vincent says. “Not taking into account what happened, he’s not exactly the greatest boss.” 

“I haven’t got yelled at yet,” the teenager can’t help but smile, agreeing to the sentiment David clearly doesn’t treasure his employees. But it does mean that Fritz wasn’t battling against the terror of realizing a ghost is a glorified secretary. “He’ll guarantee blame me for having too long of a phone call though.” 

The man chuckles. “Sorry not sorry. I did want to ask, would you be up for having tomorrow night off?” 

“What for?” 

Fritz freezes when he realizes how disrespectful that sounded, relieved when Vincent only hums. “I know there’s not much you can do, but I have a friend who’s in the same position as you. Though unlike David, he doesn’t need a phone to talk to me.” 

It doesn’t click right away. But Fritz is given enough time to mull over the words. Fully comprehend what’s being said. 

Gasps when he realizes “Th-There’s- y-y-you-?” 

“My friend and I would love to meet you face to face.” 

Fritz stares at the concrete wall in front of him, startled when he feels something rolling down his cheek. Attempts to wipe it away but the phantom sensation of tears stay. The reminder he’s nothing but a projection of who he once was. 

But there’s someone else, with a living friend. He knew there would be, somewhere, but he wasn’t going to leave the restaurant to try and find them. Possibly get lost and never find his way back to the only place that’s familiar. 

He doesn’t have to get lost, lose what little he has. They want to meet him. 

“Please.” 

“I don’t know if you heard, but David’s been going to another location, Fazbear’s Pizzeria, to help with improving it. He’ll be going there tomorrow night after Fazbear Entertainment Center closes. How do you feel about following him and we’ll be there waiting for you?” 

Fritz suddenly feels nauseous as something thumps painfully against his chest. It’s so real he almost thinks he’s alive again. He’s not, he can never be, but it doesn’t stop the fact he is nothing short of ecstatic. Nervous following someone who doesn’t know he exists and terrified something could go terribly wrong, but excited. Relieved. Hopeful. 

“I-I can follow him,” Fritz declares. “Tomorrow night?” 

“Tomorrow night,” Vincent confirms. “You know David, he’ll leave as soon as the doors are locked.” 

“Okay,” the teenager nods. Feels a giant grin spread across his face. “Thank you.” 

“I’ll let David know you’ve got the night off, William’s orders for mandatory training. See you tomorrow, Fritz.” 

Getting yelled at for attending ‘mandatory training’ is going to be more than worth it.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

[phonypizza]

SELF-DESTRUCT?

"Oh no, oh no, Peppermint please tell me you have a way out planned!" Macaron gasps, as the alarm blares in the background. Peppermint grumbles in frustration. Was their entire -- no, it wasn't a waste, it was fine. It was fine, even if 808 and Chai lacked the energy to let them all teleport back out just yet it was fine--

The sound of an honest-to-goodness gunshot gets both of them to turn - Peppermint with a look of abrupt rage and Macaron with an expression of horror. There's some sort of armed scientist standing at the other end of the hall, clutching a wounded side with one hand and wielding a gun with the other. They don't speak, only--

808 jumps down from her orb form and arches her back, hissing as her eyes flick cherry-red. And Korsica jumps forth from the cat's teleporting ability, her batons secured into one long pole. Immediately she whips up a wind fast enough to disrupt the next bullet's path. "RUN!" she barks over her shoulder,

"I do know how to get out, I've had 808 recording our steps since we got in here. Glad I didn't leave it to Chai..." Peppermint looks worriedly at the guitarist - he's still limp in Macaron's hands, even as gunfire echoes in the hall. God, whatever took him down really made sure he couldn't respond, or fight back...

As soon as the duo (and cat, and dead weight) make their escape from the gunman, Korsica shoves her foe to the ground with another strong wind before jumping forward, landing her knee into their chest and smashing their head with her wind-pole. It leaves them unconscious...

... which is good, because now she has time to calm down and realize she's been shot, just before being sent back to the hideout with a gasp of pain.

[zoskas]

told my manager abt the mtmte comics yesterday and his first response was "the transformers get GAY married?!" he's a 50 year old man btw

[arolesbianism]

You see Jackie is great because she has a similar appeal to me as Maxwell but she's a lesbian and also not british so she's automatically a billion times better and more interesting

[bravevolunteer]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

BOLD what applies. ITALICIZE what sometimes applies. STRIKE what doesn’t. REPOST & DON’T REBLOG.

likes artificial watermelon, sleeps in what they are already wearing, eats their cereal with milk, listens to music with earbuds, hates the summer, can recite passed the first four digits of pi, eats frosting out of the jar, doodles on their notebooks, can bake cookies, has a garden farm, has had a snowball fight, eats pancakes without syrup, prefers shorts over pants, can name more than ten superheroes, has a plan for the zombie apocalypse, uses the same password for everything, can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds, watches anime, hasn’t read harry potter, can say ‘ i love you ‘ in more than one language, prefers mechanical pencils, thinks space is cool, takes personality tests more than once to make sure, can’t tie their shoelaces, has a purse, likes salads, likes cool colors better than warm colors, knows how to braid hair, reads biographies, can ice skate, knows their mbti, reads astrology charts, prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy, plays video games, reads the newspaper, likes chocolate ice cream best, doesn’t cuss, memorizes song lyrics, collects coupons, has a preferred order at starbucks, likes movie theater popcorn, has seen a play, listens to music with headphones, owns a hoodie, would rather own cds than online copies, has written a poem, can shuffle cards, subscribes to a magazine, double dips when eating, drinks directly out of the milk container, keeps a journal

tagged by: @muutos ! <33 tagging: @deathsbecome @behindslaughter @mute-call @shackld @slaughterlocked & whoever wants to!

[six-of-ravens]

also side note, I've been having a bad work week bc after I missed that one email last Thursday my boss has had the Eye of Sauron upon me, like today he even grilled me about my hours tracked yesterday bc I only track tasks we were charging for and forgot to track the ones we weren't (normal procedure, our time tracking software is kinda garbage and everyone forgets and USUALLY no one cares as long as you track tasks we bill clients for but noooo not yesterday when I actually had consistent work all day for once). so I'm like, stressed bc I don't want to get fired or get another lecture. this particular boss has been roped into becoming a Project Manager while Errant PM is off doing whatever she's doing, and he doesn't really know how to handle it so he comes down too hard on some things and not hard enough on others and...yeah, annoying.

BUT ALSO, yesterday said boss FORGOT TO DO PAYROLL and had to inform us that we will either get paid late or will have to ask for a check if we can't wait, so like WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT THE DEVIL'S SACRAMENT, SUSAN??

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

i watched alien (1979) with my partner a few days ago and goddamn this evil space cargo ship company can fit so many sci-fi osha violations in it

[quibbs126]

My brain now desires more String Gummy content

[howgalling]

hrmm im still doing the actual pic but i got distracted hehe anyway i like this early stage of prowl without the lighting. so here

prowls a cop. lol its thematically relevant!!!!!!! wait edit: i was trying to decide between arasaka agent or cop for prowl but i think arasaka is more... IDW prowl and i want to make her more relatable and less cartoonishly evil. djhkdfjsg and jazz is a (surprisingly!) earnest netrunner! <3

[vvettell]

omg i think ..... i’m actually ..... gonna go to the 6 hours of spa??