glumshoe:

During training, we played a game which at one point involved decrypting a A1Z26 cipher written on a whiteboard.

“You’re cheating!” complained the coordinator when I read it aloud without even bothering to decipher it.

No, my friend. I’ve just spent two summers in a row teaching middle schoolers to write and crack very simple ciphers. 1-20 20-8-9-19 16-15-9-14-20 9-20’19 10-21-19-20 12-9-11-5 18-5-1-4-9-14-7 1 23-5-9-18-4 6-15-14-20.

I work at a myth-based tourist stop in this tiny ass town. my boss is a huge cheapskate. he has all these obviously fake cryptid creatures, that he makes himself. he never lets us have a day off, and he refuses to give out refunds. the only employees are me and this really chill guy who does maintenance. he’s such a dick, even forced his two grandkids (who are like 13) to work when they visited last summer.

fuck-customers:

I see what you did there, Wendy. -Abby

glumshoe:

A broken bone is a fractured bone. They’re the same thing. I guess this isn’t common knowledge because I just had a dozen people roll their eyes at me and tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about because “a fracture isn’t a big deal, it’s just a small crack”. No… if your bone is sticking out of your arm, it’s an angulated fracture. No one believes me and it’s immensely frustrating.

I had a ‘fractured rib’ once and people kept telling me I was being a baby over it cause ‘its not like its broken’.

(I also couldn’t afford actual medical care because the state I got the fracture in only would provide the x-ray to show it was fractured, not any actual help. And then I left the state a week later on a 3 day greyhound trip to Cali and let me tell you, a 3 day trip in a Greyhound is hell with a broken rib. You cant get comfortable to sleep, it hurts to breath…)