Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Well, they fired me. Thankfully, they didn’t yell like I was afraid of. so now I just need to get through Seder at my parents’, then I can start working on whatever comes next.

Jimmy Olson sobbing as he sees a full page ad where Supes endorses a new food processor as “Superman’s Pal!”

Let’s see, I could wait for my coworker to show up and nag me, I’m looking forward to having an absolutely grim Seder, and I have thumbnails of shit like Monster Hunter Rangers and warlocks making pacts which I could work up, guess which is most appealing.

HOT D&D TAKE: the best D&D villain is actually Manshoon because it’s fun to say. Try it with me! ManSHOOOOOOn!

… it’s a cheap joke but someone had to use it.

The obvious thing to come out of the D&D movie is Theyberchaud/Themberchaud pronouns for people whose gender is tubby dragon.

When it has been decided for me, that I am evil, stupid, disposable, or only a useful source of income, all I can really do is survive until I am somewhere where I am not viewed that way automatically.

aww sadly this "Drums of Midgard" track is just horn and people galdering, and not in fact "When the trolls break in/how you gonna go/shot down on the pavement or waiting in death row/you can crush us, you can bruise us, but you'll have to answer to/aaaaaa, the drums of Midgard."

"Dammsugare! Fora dammsugare!" I yell over the din of the meadhall, slamming my coffee cup against the table

#drawing today, a Path of the Zealot barbarian and a College of Glamour bard from 5e.

Oh, there’s more; earlier I was told that apartment X had been rented. Therefore, I was not to give keys to the new property manager. I got called by the guy who owns the property company who harangued me about how we were going behind his back and I needed to bring the key over to the new property manager, despite that meaning that I was ordered offsite and I had been ordered by my boss to remain within the office to field phones. I did give them their keys.

Actually open question; I’m thinking of actually giving notice for once, should I do so, or should I wait for them to lose their tempers at me and fire me while trying to make me feel terrible that it was somehow my mistake?

You treating me like a fuck up would not actually fix problems if I had fucked up. It certainly doesn’t fix problems you invented through your piss poor communications.

I have had it up to here with adults with unquestionable power, who feel that they can go off on me because I have “messed up“ when they did not actually provide adequate or in this case any previous direction. Do they think this is something I haven’t experienced hundreds of times before? and I didn’t like it any of those hundreds of times either.

Asking for a reality check, please.

My workplace recently hired a property manager who is supposed to be taking over most duties. Earlier I’d compiled a list of tenants, their lease information and contact information. As part of sending nastygrams about the laundry room at one property, the new property manager requested a list of tenants there; then requested an listing for all properties. So I provided that information, and that’s what I got harangued about.

Was that actually my mistake?

Yay another harangue. Why am I here, why don’t I fucking give notice?

A comic book with Captains from different countries. Like Captain Belgium, or Captain Netherlands with his massive height. Not a superpower, he’s just Dutch so he’s incredibly tall. Or Captain Scotland, who isn’t English and really resents everyone assuming he’s Captain Britain.

This job continues to be somewhere between ehhh and shit depending on if this coworker is around. Lady I’m as sorry as you are that you took an entire month of vacation and didn’t adequately explain the petty cash drawer, access to the rent roll or whatever else I’ve fucked up.

With Twitter, and capitalism in general, it feels like we’re past the point where the Titanic’s obviously having some sort of issue, and we’re now somewhere between the bow going into the water and the ship breaking in half.