RemixXYZ

Oh.

Username Z is not back, BUT instead of putting the comic, GrimTale, on another account, it would be posted here.

All other art will be held in storage and References will be made by another user who I choose. References will be in the sta.sh of whoever is. 

This account will only be for the comic, and nothing else. If people are going to comment, let it be positive comments or constructive criticism. 

Any irrelevant comments will be either reported as spam or hidden.

Adios.

Well.

Since everyone gets offended.

I'm gonna be in not only anothe accoug but

Also in multiple websites other than deviant art.

Just spread my art like a disease.

If ya wanna watch the finished comic of GoodGirl Frisk panty shot, uh, find me somewhere else. I won't upload it here, but I'll leave the wips here.

Myeah.

Kay, uh, find my other shitty accounts, this place is infected with unwanted attention.

BTW IM MORE ACTIVE ON WYSP AND PIXIV. STALK MEEEEEE

Real call: (Very close to leaving to work)

Caller: (unknown phone number, not private, was able to write it down with state of where the call came[if you have a security app, for example CM Security, on your phone, it will give you details of who the caller might be]) Hey cousin! How it been? How are you doing? (The accent sounded just a little bit Hispanic, possibly)

Me: (I answered because my job has multiple phones for some off reason and I didn't want to miss anything from my boss) Who's this?

Caller: I'm your cousin! I received your number for your aunt, we were talking about how you were generous with the family, an do was hoping you would lend me some money. I am way behind on bills, and -

Me: (interrupts her) Who told you? (Writing down the number)

Caller: What?

Me: Who told you? What's her name?

Caller: Your aunt! And I was just hoping-

Me: No no no (I said a lot of no's) I don't know who you are. Please tell me your name. Who are you.

Caller: Maria. I-

Me: Hi Maria, I am saving your number, I have your state written down. We can chat another time. Now, I know it's gonna sound like I'm hanging up but- *hangs up*


Guys, listen. You may not be a family person, and maybe you might not know all of your cousins or aunts or uncles or etc. But be careful. There are scanners who will call you and now say they know you or make you think they are your family. But these are all scammers. This is their new way of scamming people, by saying you are related with them, and will tell you a family problem, and ask for money. This isn't new. Please watch out for that. I know there are idiots with kind hearts out there who mgibt get scammed like this.

Walking in to my job with yelling g customers?

Totally normal.

Customers yelling insults at you for "crappy service"?

Still a normal day at the office.

Getting phone calls from the company from "ranting customers" about me? For a coupon?

Well. This was an interesting day.

To any person that walks into a grocery store/super market.

I'll admit it. My cashiers and baggers are pushovers. They are softies. Some are even very grumpy from lack of sleep and others lack of energy because they go straight to work after school. Most of my cashiers are high school TEENAGERS. And some, are college students trying to afford college. Hardly ever have I seen them slack off.

I know the rules. Smile, say hello, how are you, pay, change, paper bag or plastic bag, bag it then goodbye.

Been there done that. I do friendly reminders and give them lame jokes to keep them up on their toes. They work hard. I know it. Some of them are my classmates. Some of them I talk to them. I get to train them as cashiers and help them out when they struggle, either they want the help or not.

They are not your door mat thou. Just because they can't talk back at you doesn't mean you have the right to insult them. "It's freedom of speech11!11!". Yeah, tell that to security and me. We don't do the "we have the right to refuse service". If we don't do that, don't get cocky and smart and think you can do whatever you want with my cashiers and baggers. Your "Don't you know I live in the second floor, muthafucka?" isn't an excuse to yell and insult at my employees. Just tell them you don't want the bags too heavy and move on. You might be used to having everything on a silver platter, but that might lead you to being banned from our store and even arrested.

If you disrespect my baggers, don't expect any respect from me. I will lead you to the door if I have to. I have no problem. We are people too. Without us who the hell is gonna bag your shit in a special way. We aren't here to lick your ass. We are just selling food to you. Good luck getting better service elsewhere, fucking special snowflake.