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the word of the day is dumbfuck.
May. 9th, 2020 11:58 amOne of the many perks to wearing a mask for my entire shift is that at some point during the night I get to play "do I have a fever or is the mask just making me overheat?" It's great fun, especially when the night manager is super dangerously silent.
I suppose the plus side is that after forcing myself to not take the damn thing off every time I wanted to, I've gotten pretty used to it. However, I still have to fuss with it and that kind of defeats the purpose. Sorta. We're only wearing them to protect customers (straight from the corporate video about it!) so I guess it doesn't really matter. I do not appreciate being able to still feel the damn thing long after I've taken it off and thrown it away though.
Sigh.
Monday our idiot governor is opening restaurants to half capacity for dining and sweet mother of fuck, we're all gonna die because people haven't managed to not flood the outside dining (seriously saw a table of eight or nine on my way to work last night and they were clearly visiting) so the moment they can eat inside? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Fell down the MH rabbit hole earlier when someone asked how to deal with glue heads on an EAH doll. The first (and only) person to respond first offered this brilliant reply of it being the plastic hair degrading. I groaned aloud at the stupidity, especially when the person who asked politely said they were pretty sure it was glue, thanks, and then idiot replied with something about having re-rooted a MH doll with glue. So clearly you know it's an issue, you dumbfuck. GOD.
Lastly, while on the phone with Cass, I walked around the neighborhood (slowly as my feet hurt) and a) got hit in the face by a little wall o' wind and b) realized the house with the cute cat house on the porch once upon a time has a Trump 2020 flag. Actually has a flag on their house. THE. FUCK. So I said I found a house I now have to burn down after making sure animals (kitty!) and children were out of it. Only to realize the asshole was sitting in his carport.
SO. CUTE.
I needed to end on a happier note before I flung myself into oncoming traffic.
I suppose the plus side is that after forcing myself to not take the damn thing off every time I wanted to, I've gotten pretty used to it. However, I still have to fuss with it and that kind of defeats the purpose. Sorta. We're only wearing them to protect customers (straight from the corporate video about it!) so I guess it doesn't really matter. I do not appreciate being able to still feel the damn thing long after I've taken it off and thrown it away though.
Sigh.
Monday our idiot governor is opening restaurants to half capacity for dining and sweet mother of fuck, we're all gonna die because people haven't managed to not flood the outside dining (seriously saw a table of eight or nine on my way to work last night and they were clearly visiting) so the moment they can eat inside? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Fell down the MH rabbit hole earlier when someone asked how to deal with glue heads on an EAH doll. The first (and only) person to respond first offered this brilliant reply of it being the plastic hair degrading. I groaned aloud at the stupidity, especially when the person who asked politely said they were pretty sure it was glue, thanks, and then idiot replied with something about having re-rooted a MH doll with glue. So clearly you know it's an issue, you dumbfuck. GOD.
Lastly, while on the phone with Cass, I walked around the neighborhood (slowly as my feet hurt) and a) got hit in the face by a little wall o' wind and b) realized the house with the cute cat house on the porch once upon a time has a Trump 2020 flag. Actually has a flag on their house. THE. FUCK. So I said I found a house I now have to burn down after making sure animals (kitty!) and children were out of it. Only to realize the asshole was sitting in his carport.
SO. CUTE.
I needed to end on a happier note before I flung myself into oncoming traffic.