How many roads must a man walk down?
So a lasagna.
Was among a group of temps at a credit union. Employees were so busy, we got very little training. And spent large parts of our day with nothing to occupy our time.
After a month, supervisor walks by at end of day and asks how things are going. I say something to the effect of "could be better." He looks surprised and says "OK, let's discuss that tomorrow morning." I think great, we can problem solve.
The next day turned out to be the three year anniversary of my boyfriend's death. When I sat with supervisor and trainer and they said how are you, I let them know that I was a little emotional due to it, and started to cry a little.
Supervisor proceeded to reem me out for saying something so negative yesterday in the hearing of coworker and accused me of making a bunch of mistakes (I didn't and had already provided evidence that I wasn't involved) and that I obviously didn't care about my work and that I needed to pack my things and be escorted out of the building.
In conclusion, I hope that guy spends the rest of his life with wet socks.
Hell yeah. I grew up in the jehovahs Witness cult. One of their most used phrases is:"Are you doing enough?"
Beautiful.
It's there to let you know this minor character is kind of douchey. We never see him again.
We need a macawrong community here on lemmy for baking fails. Yours look way better than my first time. I've had a lot of success with this recipe. Keep at it, you'll definitely get it.
I keep an ever expanding TBR. Every time I'm ready for a new book I use a random number generator to tell me what's next. Keeps things interesting and eliminates analysis paralysis. I completely agree with the suggestion to ditch books you're not enjoying. Life is too short for bad fiction.
Acryllic on paper. Inspired by Jasper Fforde's novel Early Riser. Not My favorite of his books, though it wouldn't surprise me if it gets better on repeated readings. Unique world building is his strength.
I tried to do this in the style of Wassily Kandinsky, but I never learned the trick of painting thin lines and I was impatient to just be done with it.
I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
Creatures of Passage by Morowa Yejide and I am loving it.
Nephthys Kinwell is a taxi driver of sorts in Washington, DC, ferrying ill-fated passengers in a haunted car: a 1967 Plymouth Belvedere with a ghost in the trunk. Endless rides and alcohol help her manage her grief over the death of her twin brother, Osiris, who was murdered and dumped in the Anacostia River.
Unknown to Nephthys when the novel opens in 1977, her estranged great-nephew, ten-year-old Dash, is finding himself drawn to the banks of that very same river. It is there that Dash--reeling from having witnessed an act of molestation at his school, but still questioning what and who he saw--has charmed conversations with a mysterious figure he calls the "River Man," who somehow appears each time he goes there.
When Dash arrives unexpectedly at Nephthys's door one day bearing a cryptic note about his unusual conversations with the River Man, Nephthys must face both the family she abandoned and what frightens her most when she looks in the mirror.
Creatures of Passage beautifully threads together the stories of Nephthys, Dash, and others both living and dead. Morowa Yejidé's deeply captivating novel shows us an unseen Washington filled with otherworldly landscapes, flawed super-humans, and reluctant ghosts, and brings together a community intent on saving one young boy in order to reclaim themselves.
Original photo. I wanted to try drawing one directly in ink instead of sketching with pencil. This should give you an idea of how often I normally erase.
Ink on paper.
Inspired by Kevin Wilson's novel, Now Is Not the Time to Panic. About two teens in the 90s who are into art and poetry, that create a poster with a cryptic phrase on it. They post copies of it around town anonymously as an artistic statement, and it becomes viral, but some people see it as a menacing statement by Satan worshippers and things get out of hand. In lieu of posting around town, I posted it on my wall. And I am not an edgy teen, so I forewent the splash of my own blood on the poster.
I'm getting very behind on these thanks to Inktober. I've got another 3 books to do.
Meh.
Absolutely loathe that they made thrawn look like blue Elon musk.