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I was running errands in an empty neighborhood when something similar to an alternate from The Mandela Catalogue showed up and just stared at me from the sidewalk.
#dream#text#errand#neighborhood#mandela catalogue#the mandela catalogue#queueueueueueueueueueueueueue
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"A Brew Stew"
If Sabrina has to, reluctantly, go on an errand that takes her through a number of the circles of Dante's Inferno, did she really need to bring the cat?
#Archie Comics#Sabrina Spellman#Aunt Hilda#Errand#Fire and brimstone#Ice planet#Smog#Purple haze#Sneezing#Dan Decarlo#1974#Salem the cat
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Speak to me, aching heart: what
Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
Louise Glück, Midnight
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Korean Word of the Day
심부름
Errand
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'There are some who would begin to doubt whether your errand is fit to tell,' said the old man.
"The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" - J.R.R. Tolkien
#book quote#lotr#lord of the rings#jrr tolkien#ttt#the two towers#gandalf#wizard#errand#story telling#story time#aragorn#numenoreans#legolas#elves#gimli#dwarves
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A Rant About Store Hours
I checked Google and saw that AJ Newsagents was open until 9 pm. At 8:30, I left my flat.
It was raining lightly. Not the nicest weather to be out in, but I wanted to get this errand taken care of.
As I approached the shop, I could see the shutter rattling downwards over the blue storefront. I ran the last ten metres, then quickly reached down and rapped my knuckles on what was still exposed of the door. (About eighteen inches at this point, but the shutter kept rolling noisily downward until it hit the ground.)
I checked my phone -- it was 8:38 pm. I could bang on the shutter and be an asshole, but (a) it wasn’t an emergency and (b) I’m not an asshole. It’s a small business and maybe they don’t keep their Google hours updated.
I returned home full-handed (which is like empty-handed when your intended errand is to drop off a parcel), which meant another six blocks of walking through the rain.
The next day, I made another trip to AJ Newsagents for a second attempt at the same task. Once again, it was raining. But at least it was daylight this time.
After the fellow behind the counter scanned my item, I asked, “What time do you close on weeknights?”
He asked me to repeat myself three times. I know for a fact I enunciate clearly, and I even changed the wording once or twice in case it was the phrasing that was difficult to understand – I tried “How late is this store open” and something else. Maybe it was my mixing up the wording that kept throwing him off, but I had a feeling the hearing problem might have been partially due to the headphones he wore in both ears.
Finally, he got it. “Nine,” he answered. Pause. “Eight to nine.”
“Oh, you close between 8 and 9?” If closing time was somewhere within a particular range, depending on how busy the shop was each night, I could understand that. There are bars that observe such practices, and when I used to work as a barista, there were some nights we closed a little early or continued serving a little late. If there are no customers for long spans of time, it would be stupid for a business to continue to pay employee wages and electricity for zero income.
But – “No,” said the man. “We are open from 8 in the morning until 9 at night.”
“Well,” I reported, “Last night I was here at 8:40 and the shutter was down.” I have worked in customer service for 17 years, am gentle by nature, and will never throw a fit, so this is the most argumentative I get.
The man scoffed audibly. “Psh. 8:40, 9:00, same thing.” His tone was irritated and self-righteous. What a fool I was, huh?
Now I was angry, because that is fucking bullshit. If the store’s hours had been different than the online listing, and Google was simply wrong, I would not have minded. If the bloke had told me that sometimes they chose to close early when it was slow, I would have been only slightly irked but not held anything against them.
But for this guy to ridicule me for expecting them to be open at twenty to nine, and say that 8:40 was “the same thing” as 9:00? I had even been giving him the benefit of the doubt. It had been 8:38 when the shutter rolled down that night.
But I only bristled silently, turned, and left. As I stepped out through the doorway, I thought I heard the schmuck mutter under his breath, “8:40.”
I fumed internally as I walked back up Whitecross Street, Old Street, St Luke’s Close, Mitchell Street, and Bartholomew Square. It was still raining. I counted in my head – two trips there and back meant that I had walked twelve blocks in the cold and wet to complete one simple errand, in addition to being subject to derision.
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
#i have to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night to even barely function#with sleep#getting ready for work#commute#cooking#and errands#I typically have maybe 2-3 hours to actually do what i want in a day#and I'm usually too tired to actually do the things i want to do#and that's with a very short commute#if i actually had a long commute I'd basically do nothing but work#i see my friends like once every few weeks or months#because we're all so fucking busy with work and have such little time for socialising#and none of us even have kids or anything!!
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The Meeting pt 2
Nicky did not turn around at the slow disdainful drawl and it’s call to a fight. Flicking ash into a puddle at his feet, “Then it’s a good thing I don’t fucking care what you like.”
“Some fucking balls on you, Nicky.” The speaker laughed, his belligerent demeanor fading away.
Nicky heard the man step wide around the bench, leaves barely crackling under his feet as he came into view several arm lengths away. A gesture of good faith. A promise of truce. He was dressed for rough living, worn clothes were clean but patched, his aged leather jacket discolored by scratches. The fox red of his hair and beard burned under the struggling street lights, the only bit of flash on him. That bit of fire was all that prevented the figure from fading completely into the wilderness behind him.
“Monster.” Nicky stood, holding out a hand. Without hesitation, the Gangrel shook it firmly.
“Never thought I’d see your ugly mug in Chicago again. When the snake said you wanted to talk, I for sure thought he was lyin’.”
“Had planned on never coming back. Sadly, plans changed.”
There was a sudden rustling in the darkened wood beyond the sulfur glow of the lamp. Monster raised his chin, whistling a sharp cadence through his teeth. There was a pause of halted movement, before the crackling of the undergrowth changed direction and moved away.
“Back up?” Nicky asked, not surprised in the least. A certain level of paranoia was necessary to survive this city. More so if one was Gangrel.
“Clan.” The Gangrel clarified, cocking his head. His blue eyes shone with an uncomfortably feral light. “You’re not the type to have old friends.”
“You might hurt my feelings, Monster.” Nicky sat back down on the bench. It was a deliberate gesture. Just two old friends talking. “I thought I always dealt fairly with you.”
“You did right by me and mine every time we crossed,” the other Kindred confirmed, crouching where he was on the crumbling path, a strangely animalistic pose. “But that don’t mean one day your business takes you somewhat else.”
“Fair. In the interest of old dealings, you’re not on my agenda now or in the foreseeable future.” It was true. It wasn’t often that business demanded dealings with the Gangrel. It had always been profitable. If they stuck around long enough.
Monster’s eyes narrowed, lip curling back. “Is that a favor?”
“You could consider it a bonus. If you like.” Nicky lifted the cigarette to his lips. Wouldn’t inconvenience him to be generous at the outset. Having someone in the city he could work with would make his stay easier in the long run. “I expected Sybs to send me a Nos and am pleasantly surprised.”
“No one likes working with sewer rats.” Monster bared his teeth in a snarl, fangs prominent. “There wasn’t anyone they didn’t sell up the chain.”
“Chicago has never liked the Gangrel. Since Loden, anyway. Can’t pin that on the Nosferatu.”
“Eh, Caleb wasn’t so bad a guy for being a ponce Tory. Too bad he was replaced with another Ventrue, and I ain’t never met a Ventrue I didn’t want to eat. Don’t know how they keep becoming prince.” Monster looked away for a moment, staring down the path thinking. “But I meant what I said. Fucking sewer rats live on secrets, but they only ever had one buyer. Weren’t just us the rats were selling out and everyone was getting tired of it. Lot of licks didn’t survive that night your kin and the Ventrue came to blows. Lots of opportunity taken, if you catch my drift.”
Nicky nodded, remembering perfectly how the battle lines had been drawn before he left the city with his prize. He had no reason to think alliances had shifted at all by the time the Ventrue had killed his great-niece and burned themselves out of power with their overreach. When a prince fell, there was always some collateral vengeance. “Last time I came through town, the Brujah had a working relationship with my family. I didn’t expect them to take up the Ventrue grudge when they filled the power vacuum.”
“Yeah.” Monster scratched his head furiously, tangling his ruddy hair into knots. “They liked you all fine. At first. But then that new guy came and with him your cousins up north. Not a lot of smarts in that lot.”
“What’d they do that got Jon so riled up?”Nicky could think of a dozen things Vincenzo might have done to rile up anyone that he came in contact with. He was generally more circumspect with princes, though. Vincenzo liked having friends in power.
“Remember a Brujah named Dana Stone?”
“I do. She was a big name in Chicago for quite a while. Big name in a couple of time zones, if I recall.” Dana Stone had been the rallying point for Brujah across the country. Didn’t matter what their personal loyalty, she seemed to have equal esteem on all sides of the political divide, but Nicky couldn’t remember anything she had done to have earned her such standing.
“I guess,” the Gangrel shrugged away Nicky’s scant praise. “None of those feckless bastards could ever decide if they were Anarch or Camarilla. Fucking moon phases with them. But she died that night.”
“In the crossfire? That seems unlucky of her.”
“Target of opportunity.” That vicious smile grew wider, body leaning forward as if remembering the hunt. Nicky wondered what opportunities Monster had taken while the city was in free fall.
#amwriting#authors#fiction#flash fiction#m blackwell & associates#vampire#owbn#clangiovanni#oc#cannon character#gangrel#The Meeting#errand#business#Monster#v:tm#vampire: the masquerade#chicago by night#nicky giovanni#Brujah#name dropping
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For Myself Rather Than for the Earth hr669
I am stingy. I switch off the lights, turn off a faucet, and shut the refrigerator door as soon as I finish using them. I mend holey socks and replace loose elastic strings on pajama pants instead of buying new ones. Whether at home or at a restaurant, I never leave food on my plate. I finish drinks completely, too. People in Japan where I live tend to leave a small amount of drinks in a glass at…
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#agenda#behavior#clothes#confident#conservation#courage#department store#doggie bag#drink#dust cloth#duster#earth#eco#eco bag#ecology#electricity#embarrassed#energy#environment#errand#family#food#food loss#futon#grandfather#grandmother#grandparents#home#jacket#Japan
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hot ziggity. what an incredible day today. to all the women reading this, we did it.
to all the men reading this. we did it.
you.
hey, you too.
we did it.
#we did it#this post is about conquering executive dysfunction to do some errands but this post can be about whatever you want/need it to be
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Happy belated TDOV!! help a disabled trans lesbian couple get some groceries!!
Hey yall, my partner and I are having a real rough time disability wise and we need to get some safe foods we know are easy to prep and eat while we're on the struggle bus
We need $75 for everything on our list!! This needs to be met ASAP, we haven't eaten since yesterday morning!!
$0/75
CA: $lezsalt or $sleepyhen
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#sorry we are poor#ran an errand yesterday and my wife did a bunch of cleaning and we're both wiped#we're very tired and wife is going through a chronic illness flare uo
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A Private Bank
All of the streets looked the same to Olive. Mr. Fitzpatrick had said they were going to a bank. They had walked by several impressive bank buildings, but Mr. Fitzpatrick didn’t even slow down.
She finally worked up the courage to ask him where it was.
She hoped he wouldn’t laugh again. It always made her nervous when he laughed.
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esprit de corps
[ there's still space left in your shadow. most of us will die in it.]
prints (all proceeds go towards purchasing e-sims and donating to Care For Gaza)
#the lucky ones will#disco elysium#harrier dubois#kim kitsuragi#judit minot#jean viquemare#cuno de ruyter#trant heidelstam#to ponder the future is a fools errand. we're doomed there.#move to save the present.#stillindigo art#all words are mine. so is the art#free palestine
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There they built ships, and set sail into the uttermost West upon Turgon's errand, seeking for Valinor, to ask for pardon and aid of the Valar; and they besought the birds of the sea to guide them.
"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien
#book quote#the silmarillion#jrr tolkien#shipyard#ship#boat#shipwright#sailing#seafarer#sea bird#ocean#sea#water#errand#guidance#turgon#valinor#valar#sirion#river sirion#isle of balar#pardon
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