unemployedclaquer

I want to scrap the entire roof and make a sculpture garden inside, with m.c. escher stairs everywhere

yawn

in there

in there

#abandoned #abandonedplaces

Criteria and absurd wishlist

Affordable, might find it used in a shop in the u.s. or from a reputable source online

Full Root

"Secure"

Quality build

Removable battery/sim/storage

Headphone jack

Tablet or phone

Runs something better than Android 7

It seems a team of outraged escaped zoo animals shat everywhere right before the ice storm a month ago.

I moved into a new apartment. It's furnished, clean, chill. Also I break out in hives when I lay in bed with the fresh bedding provided to me. Currently washing a blanket but I've just ruled that one out as a cause. I'm out of detergent for washing the remaining sheets and snowed in. I think I'll sleep in this chair :)

TL;DR job app asked me for the verification code proving I completed the questionnaire "in order to proceed". I completed it with a fake SSN and the verification code was 1234.

Try putting in 1234 if you encounter this.

This -- "Work Opportunity Tax Credit Questionnaire" -- came up when applying through one of the big job search sites in the U.S. Turned out this was posted by a corporate staffing agency. Not the biggest one.

The Questionnaire asks for PII including social security number, name and address.

You are not required to do this, despite their absurd web form that states "optional field is required" or some shit. In my case, they wouldn't get any tax credits anyways

i was traveling for work and they let me take some time off and paid for a rental car. i waited all day in the seedy rental car office and they gave me this tiny one-seat race car.

I tried to leave but couldn't get the car into gear so they gave me this ugly, monstrous motorcycle. Twenty feet long, leaking fluids and very wide tires. It doesn't respond to steering or manual controls and just goes where it wants.

The bike takes me into the car rental place and down several flights of stairs. I'm riding through the hallway of a deep underground movie theater and I don't want to see a movie. I want to get on the highway and go home for a break. I finally find an elevator and I just ride over some people to get in and push buttons to go up.

i ride to the top of a parking garage and find a place to get fuel on the top level. I lose the fuel cap and gasoline is spraying everywhere. the guy from the car rental place is now off duty, here on his way home, and laughing at me.

the bike smells bad. i can't "smell in dreams", but I just know that it's foul.

i find the fuel cap and try to leave but the parking garage is like a Borg cube/ferry in a river traveling somewhere and I can't control the bike. I ride off the edge and my stomach flips as I'm falling but I don't land in water, I land on a walkway over the water.

the walkway leads me to a narrow airport concourse.

and it just went like that, always falling like a hundred feet to a light rail track, riding that into an outdoor weed festival and asking for directions to get out of Tennessee, only to just constantly wind up somewhere else inappropriate for this ridiculous motorcycle