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'Listen close to Everybody's heart...and hear that breaking sound...'

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vikingsrph:

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

I AM ALLOWED TO CRY OVER SIMPLE THINGS

I AM FULLY AWARE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS TOO AND THEY ARE PROBABLY WORSE OFF THAN I AM

DO NOT REMIND ME OF THAT WHEN I AM UPSET

MY FEELINGS ARE VALID

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

WHAT IS SIMPLE TO YOU COULD BE STRESSFUL TO ME

STOP TELLING ME TO THINK ABOUT PEOPLE THAT HAVE IT WORSE

STOP STOP STOP

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The first thing I noticed on my first day on the job is that in retail no one sits. Ever. It didn’t matter if it was at the beginning of my shift, if the store was empty, or if my knees, back, and feet ached from hours of standing. Park your behind while on the clock, went the unspoken rule, and you might find it on a park bench scanning the want-ads for a new job. Another quick observation: Working in retail takes more skill than just selling stuff. Besides the mindless tasks one expects—folding, stacking, sorting, fetching things for customers—I frequently had to tackle a series of housekeeping chores that Stretch never mentioned in our welcome-aboard chat. Performed during the late shift, those chores usually meant I’d have to stay well past the scheduled 9 p.m. quitting time. Mop the floors in the bathroom, replace the toilet paper and scrub the toilets if necessary. Vacuum. Empty the garbage. Wipe down the glass front doors, every night, even if they don’t really need it. It was all part of the job, done after your shift has ended but without overtime pay.

My Life as a Retail Worker: Nasty, Brutish, and Poor (via azspot)

It’s the fine print that comes with jobs like this that often make them burdens. Ballooning expectations for as minimal pay as possible.

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Everyone should work retail, a retail Christmas preferably, once in their lives. It makes you a better customer.

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^^^^ At least once in their lifetime. $1 tax credit for life with proof of compliance.

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Retail can be fucking brutal physically and mentally.  But because it never, ever lets up, I eventually got so used to it that I didn’t fully realize just how much of a toll my retail job had taken on me until I had to quit and suddenly I just felt SO MUCH BETTER ALL OF THE TIME.

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at Big Box Fabric Store you couldn’t have ANY food or drink on the sales floor, and of course the place was air-conditioned to fuck, so even if you ran to the drinking fountain as often as you could (which was never if you were working checkout) your mouth was burning by the end of the shift and you were sick the next day from the dehydration.

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