Hell if I know. I guess it involves Jesus? I’m still confused.
Shouldn't be a problem.
I LOVE THIS SCENE. In one glance, Steve says “hm, I’m good with that, but Natasha’s the tactics expert. Natasha?” And she says “Oh yeah, we got this, easy.”
TEEEEEEEEEAM THE BEST TEAM
She lookin to the side like “Boy why you askin me dumb questions when he got pancakes on the table?”
"Whatever, Rogers, that’s real maple syrup right there."
I work at a stop for games and I have the most amazing store manager ever. He coaches us, gives us learning opportunities, works with our schedules, understands that I had a physical disability (plantar fasciitis (which is a problem with the tendon running along the bottom of your foot)) and needed to stop and rest every now and again, would MAKE me stop and rest before I said I needed to, and makes sure that none of his employees are ever harassed or abused by the customers.
It’s really fantastic because he also doesn’t hire people who wouldn’t do their job, or people who think of this as “just a side-job that I can blow off”. So we have a team of people who not only know their stuff, but are very good at assisting customers and providing an excellent customer experience.
I had someone trying to hit on me (really obscenely), and he stepped in and told the customer that if he didn’t leave, he’d had to call for security to come and escort him out of the mall.
tl;dr a store manager who takes care of his people, trains them to be the best, and won’t take crap from customers.
"May we humbly draw your attention to this empty bowl?"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Lo and behold, the week provides us with Wednesday once again. It’s almost like it was planned this way. A ridiculous book once said that you’ve got to climb to the top of Mount Everest to get to the Valley of the Dolls. Marco’s soul-searching journey may be much more localized, but it’s no less painful, difficult, or important.
Marco sighs, suddenly feeling both too included and terribly left out. People are thinking about him, but not enough to reach out, and who is he to complain? Everyone has had their own issues, but apparently most of them have been resolved, and he’s still here, sitting in the same pile of rubble, unwilling or unable to pick up the pieces.
He’s not quichefest material, that’s for damn sure.
THANK YOU FOR READING MY FIC OH MY GOSH WHY WERE YOU UP SO LATE, THE FIC WOULD HAVE STILL BEEN THERE GET SOME SLEEP!
But seriously, I’m so flattered, and you won’t have to wait much longer… I think.
If you had told me when I started this fic that writing Ymir would be one of my favorite things ever, I would have been like “wuh?” And yet here we are…
I’m so glad you love her though. I adore her so hard it’s almost pathetic.
Awww, honey. *wraps you in a big ball of hugs*
You say the sweetest things. I love my Ymir and I love my mistake-making Marco, and I’m glad they’ve touched you so much too.
*hands you a box of tissues*
Thank you so much. <3
Well…I was, but today I found out one of my favorite coworkers is leaving, a customer that I’m fairly certain I never interacted with complained that I was “just awful” and “a poor leader,” and both of my arms are bruised and I’m supposed to help my friend move her entire apartment this afternoon.
And I am a monster who hasn’t gotten all her comments answered and I’m supposed to update today and bladhgksdjgsk.
So right now I feel a little bit like this:
But thank you so much, sweetheart, for your concern. You are a precious jewel and I miss talking to you. <3
I’m honestly going to be so relieved when summer is over.