#work venting

Simon retires first, not long after Johnny's death. His says its 'cause of his knee, and maybe it is. Maybe. But it doesn't matter. He finds himself at a bar and almost knocks the teeth out of some greaseball because he got handsy with a server, your manager offers him a position on the spot.

König who retires because he can. He's decently well off, ready to live on his own in the middle of nowhere. He doesn't look like he has money, thought. After finding a little cabin in some nowhere town, König finds a little restaraunt in said town. He accidentally gets hired after asking about a flyer.

Then you get hired.

A little younger, a few years between you and either of them. You found some property for cheap and you're ready to start over.

Simon takes a liking to you because you don't catch an attitude with him, but you can keep up with his humor well enough.

König thinks you might be the nicest person he's met and he's always been a romantic.

So, maybe some guy comes in and is being a dick and Simon's on smoke break. You come to the back, desperate to be away from the rude and perverted customer, tears in your eyes. König looks at you for a moment before storming out of the kitchen.

He escorts (basically drags) the man out of the building and to the alley where Simon is.

They both beat the fuck out of the guy together and as they're watching him limp away, König pushes Simon a bit, gets in his face, really shows off how much bigger he is than Simon.

Abraham Lincoln said that life is that which goes away on between the time you clock in and clock out.

“I’ll try not to call you during your break.”

- My other colleague.

My fellow small biz owners have been flooding my DMs with solidarity. I know it looks like we are constantly in one disaster or another, & we love you for being SO INTENSELY SUPPORTIVE. The truth is, all our small biz struggles are pretty universal. We’re just more transparent about it than most.

When you don't even put the barest effort into hiding it, you're basically spitting in my face that you think I'm an idiot and my class isn't even worth the effort of changing a word here and there.

AND! You've screwed yourselves and every student in the class now. Because this is an accreditation year! Our grading in every class in the department is audited this year, which means if it comes out that we're giving good grades to people who are cheating, we could get fired and we could hurt our entire department in the process. So now we CAN'T just ignore it or give plausible deniability. We HAVE to call you out and we HAVE to report you to the honor board when normally we'd just give you a zero and move on and we HAVE to change the assignment format to make cheating harder

Before, because it was a participation grade (sharing personal opinions and anecdotes in the weekly discussion board) I was just skimming them to see if you made an effort to answer the question and if you hit the minimum with count. Hell, I didn't even check the word count unless it looked suspiciously short.

But because 10% of these kids decided to post the exact same response from chatgpt instead of just telling me what kind of plants they eat regularly, now I have to go through every single response to every single assignment with a fine toothed comb looking for ai signs and that means I'm going to catch and take points for things I wouldn't have before. Which might not make a huge difference on those weekly participation grades, but it's already really screwing them on their major assignments where they DO have to get things accurate. I'm not exactly in the mood to be generous and lenient with my partial credit. Better kiss those open-book take home tests goodbye too