employers are like “we have hired exactly enough people for our business to function as long as everyone works perfectly and nobody takes a day off. if our employees are having trouble that’s a them problem.”
businesses post the 2k8 recession are like “actually we hired 60% of the people we need to function because we realized we could just work the employees harder and let the customers yell at them and no one remembers how it was before!”
Once a week I walk past this opticians, and just for a moment it becomes a very different establishment.
I thought @thebibliosphere might also find this amusing.
Tiffany blinked, there was something odd about the feegle’s appearance. Odder than usual at least.
“Rob,” she said slowly, “what have you got on your face?”
“Ach you noticed then,” the feegle said, sounding uncharacteristically embarassed. “Weeeell, I’ve been getting on rare teaching the bairns their letters ye ken, we’re all the way up to ‘puh’ now. But ehm, I noticed a wee bitty while ago the letters were dancing a bit, shakin and the like…and yon other big hag wi aw the books was about so I thought I’d ask how tae make the buggers stay in place ken?”
“Miss Tick.” Tiffany nodded, picking up the wool she had been carding and starting over again.
“Aye that one. Well she had me look at some really big letters, and some rare small ones, then she started moving em about and getting me to cover one eye at a time and then she got me to look at em through the bottom of some bottles and de ye know I never thought Bear Huggers could ever make anything look straight but just shows you what I know.” He shook his tiny head, reaching up to remove the tiny spectacles from his nose and offering them up to Tiffany who took them, balanced on her pinky finger.
“They’re cut from quartz under the mountain,” Rob said, somewhat proudly Tiffany thought, “our boy Wee Allan But No As Wee As Wee Allan, cut them for me.” He beamed, “Miss Tick says he could be an Optician, whatever the hell that is.”
Feegles for the people wanting more Feegles. I do have some Discworld fic up on my Ao3 too. I don’t remember writing most of them (yay, memory loss) so God knows what state they’re in but knock yourselves oot.
once had friends mercilessly fail three attempts at making me a birthday cake before realizing they’d been using diatomaceous earth in lieu of flour the whole time
I gasped with greater intensity than I ever have in my life
imagine you’re in a marsh and you hear the gentle strumming of strings and your part the reeds to see a little frog on a little rock playing the smallest harp imaginable. she’s playing ABBA covers on her little harp. think of this whenever you’re scared. she will be there for you.
I live in Ireland, I’m walking in the opposite direction cause that would be the fae
One thing I love about Judaism is that long involved conversations about things like “can a zombie attend shul?” or “can i use my pet dragon to light candles on shabbat?” or “is meat from a replicator kosher?” are seen as completely normal.
Yes, but it should avoid contact with a Cohen if it can, and if the dragon is a Gentile sure, why not, a pet dragon is an ideal Shabbos goy, since it probably lives with you, and will get a kick out of helping. If it’s a Jewish dragon, though, no, it’s better for you to do it yourself rather than cause another Jew to violate Shabbat.
Wait wait… if a jew owned the dragon as a pet wouldn’t using the beast’s labor to light candles be pretty explicitly prohibited?
Good point. Is the dragon property, or is it a roommate?
I think it was ruled that one may allow a dragon to ignite a fire if (a) the dragon is non-sapient, and preventing them from lighting the fire would be animal cruelty, or (b) the dragon is sapient, non-Jewish and not in indentured service.
And one cannot bring a dragon into a household for the express purpose of lighting candles at a later date, since the Jew would be directly benefiting from the dragon’s actions on Shabbat.
But if the dragon just happens to live there already and feels the urge to light candles, it should not be stopped from doing so – as the sages said: “the same candle that benefits one can be used to benefit one hundred.“ (Shulchan Aruch HaRav, 276:6)
howl: I dress up like this to be the center of attention
chrestomanci: I dress up like this because I am already the center of attention
Howell Jenkins (alias Howl Pendragon): I gave myself a cool wizard name to seem cool
Christopher Chant, aka Chrestomanci: I already had a cool wizard name and then got a second one issued by the government
howl, tossing his hair: everybody pay attention to me!!!
chrestomanci, looking vaguely around: oh hello, howard
howl: *incoherent screeching*
howl: as a graduate student I learned how to travel to other worlds, pretty impressive talent huh
chrestomanic: hm? traveling to other worlds? Oh, I think I was … five? six? Anyway it was by accident.
chrestomanci: I married a goddess from another world
howl: so did I
sophie: wow that’s actually kind of sweet–
howl: a goddess of wrath and destruction
sophie: … time to do some weeding
chrestomanci: if anyone needs my help they just have to call my name
howl: I am currently hiding from multiple governments for tax evasion and fraud my help can only be gained through threats, blackmail, and compliments about my hair, and that is only if you can find me
Don't give up. Unless you have to for a little while. Then don't panic. CONTAINS: Star Trek, Dungeons and Dragons, Critical Role, History, Current Affairs, Space, Cats, and Etc. Adult.
