Im Convinced Imaginary Friends Are A Lie Made Up By The American Media To Sell More Mental Illness So.

im convinced imaginary friends are a lie made up by the american media to sell more mental illness so. participate in my research

To put into perspective on this, I thought I’d share how things work with my store. Keep in mind that this may not be across the board, but this is how the chain I work at does things.

It requires a bit of prescript. Corporate gives the store manager an allocation of hours to make a week’s schedule with. When I say “going over hours”, this is what I’m talking about. We are not supposed to go over this allocated set of hours.

Corporate is not known for giving reasonable hours to operate a store.

So, we are scheduled to close at 9. We are scheduled to be done with our shifts completely at 9:15. This does not give us enough time to do the things they want us to do after closing. After we lock the doors we have to do the following.

1: Sign off remove tills. (Cash drawer.)

2: Print Z-reads AKA release the tills from the system.

3: Shut down all registers

4: Count the remaining tills (usually cashier and closing manager, two tills).

5: Buy back ones and fives (counted in stacks of $20 for ones, $100 for fives, averaging $140-160 each night I’ve closed).

6: Count the deposit (Cash that is made during the day), verify the amount.

6.5: if it is wrong, we have to count the safe to make sure it has the required amount of money in it. Everyone hates this. Recounting the safe can add at MINIMUM 5 minutes.

7: When correct: handwrite the money into the deposit ticket and deposit log, and put the cash and part of the ticket into the deposit bag. (Pink tag stays out.)

8: Enter the amount into the computer TWICE. (That stupid survey was supposed to end two years ago and we still have to FILL IT OUT. Which requires district number, store number, manager name, verifier name, date deposit made, how much, date deposited at bank, what time… so even that takes a while.)

9: End Day (which is starting a mass transfer of data to corporate, which we have to stay and make sure it actually starts, if it doesn’t reach a navy screen, we have to figure out why End Day isn’t starting.)

10: Clock out, write down our clock out time plus ten minutes for the drive to the bank (and technically sometimes it takes longer than ten minutes, so we getting a bit shafted).

Now, the time we write down is SUPPOSED to be 9:15. We struggle to meet that on a GOOD night.

Now, add to the mix those people…

There is a customer I call Hippy Feet because he never wears shoes and I hated him. Thankfully, ever since I weaponized Bananaphone (either singing it badly at the top of my lungs or playing it on the intercom) I haven’t seen him, I’m pretty sure he’s learned to not shop at closing at my store. But this asshole used to come in five minutes before we close and on several occassions, a manager would have to repeatedly tell him to get his stuff to the register so we could close, keeping us from actually starting the end shift things like removing the bloody toll until 30 minutes later. Corporate gave us so much hell for the nights he was there because he kept us so late. Ever since I have learned Bananaphone can be weaponized, I use it. It works. But before I did, that asshole would get us in trouble because he thought in the mindset mentioned.

That mindset is not only dickish, selfish, and entitled, it can, and has, gotten people in trouble because the entitled jerk made us go over hours and that angered corporate.

So no. As a customer, you need to be OUT OF THE STORE at closing. Or you could get someone in trouble.

Whoever needs to hear this. Please know.

"Closed at 6pm" does not mean "The entry door locks up at 6, but if you're already inside you can keep on shopping."

It means, "you should be finished and out of the store at 6pm."

This is not up for debate

This is just how things work

Okay, storytime for anyone that wants to know. When I first moved to where I lived, I volunteered at the aquarium at the touch tank. I loved the horseshoe crabs.

I am a short girl, 5’2”, at the time 170lbs. So imagine me scritching the horseshoe crabs, tickling their mouths between their legs when they flip over, letting them “pinch” me, and then holding them up to a 6 foot tall burly biker dude covered in tattoos.

My small whimpy ass: “Wanna pet her? :D”

Him: *Eyes go wide and he takes a step back.* “NO.”

I love horseshoe crabs so much. Sweet things, gentle things, so sweet and good. Apparently still enough to scare bikers.

Moon horseshoe crab makes me so happy. He is perfect. <3

Moon but he’s a horseshoe crab:

Art fight Attack on @thatmooncake!

Here's Moonshoe crab enjoying some carrots!

There's a video out there of a horseshoe crab enjoying some pieces of carrot so maybe Moonshoe might also enjoy them as a tasty snack?

Oh my god I love him so much.

hellow! (uwu)/ I love your horseshoe crab Moon i can't stop thinking about how cute he is! and i was wondering, did you ever thought about his color palette? :0

Not until you asked!

(Bonus under cut)

And here he is flipped over:

My favorite little shit. (Affectionate.) You always draw him so well, and reignite my love for this rascal. <3

annoying loyalist weasel man