Mrk Nchls.


walkwhilereading:

F. Scott Fitzgerald by David Silvette. 1935. [via]


Inside the Actor's Studio Audience

A blog of ass-kissing, awkward praise and unflattering screencaps.



Louis Jordan - Caldonia











GPOYW (courtesy of William Wilkinson)

GPOYW (courtesy of William Wilkinson)


T-Bone Walker. I really wish I could provide context for what is happening here.

T-Bone Walker. I really wish I could provide context for what is happening here.



dlbrows:

melissaparty:

How am I celebrating Christmas Day? I’M GOING TO STARBUCKS.

AND HOW ARE YOU CELEBRATING? YOU’RE WORKING AT STARBUCKS!!!

Sad.

I worked at a Starbucks for a miserable two weeks in November 2007. I remember the manager putting up a bulletin on the incorrigibly chirpy bulletin board saying “Want to work on Christmas Day? Earn triple time!”, with five slots for employees to write their names. Half an hour later, my co-workers were fighting over who could get the last shift. A couple had even come from home, just to get their name on the sheet.

I don’t want to say that Starbucks is soul-sucking - that would imply that they have something meaningful or at least substantial to offer - but I do think that working there implies soullessness. Or at least a complete lack of personality. How else could someone be so interested in giving up their Christmas Day for $27/hr?


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