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So... yeah. I took a job at this big, weird hotel in the mountains. I'd never had a job before... unless you count picking fruit or chopping wood or babysitting. I'd never put in an eight-hour shift, or worn a uniform, or anything like that... just ad hoc jobs around the farm and with our neighbours.
I chose this place because it offered room and board. Which gave it an "all-inclusive get away from home and live on your own instantly" allure. Plus they were willing to accept young girls who had no experience.
I guess I should've heard some alarms when they asked for a full-length colour photo.
They said it was related to the uniforms... you know... so they could make sure they had the right fit when we arrived. I never sent a photo. They hired me anyway. So I thought maybe it would all be cool.
My sister's boyfriend drove me there... along a dark twisting narrow highway with sheer cliffs rising up on one side... and sheer drops down to railroad tracks and creepy green bottomless lakes on the other. My driver was seriously into drugs, and got me extraordinarily high. And then he just deposited me... with the suitcase I'd got from my parents as a combination birthday/highschool graduation gift a few weeks earlier... and there I was, peaking and freaking, looking down the long dark hall of this hotel.
It WAS The Shining, absolutely.
And it would only get weirder and creepier from there.
Almost all the staff were girls in their mid-teens to early 20s. We were dispatched to various jobs based entirely on our looks.
The hottest babes... the best looking, with the largest breasts... got the plummiest job, which was working in the dining room. Short hours, big tips, basically a paid vacation. (Though it did, apparently.... based on what I witnessed... involve having sex with the boss of bosses on the tables after hours... but I didn't know that then.)
The next-hotttest girls got to work in the gift shop. Which was the second-plummiest job.
Those of us with non-descript looks and/or flat chests went to work in the cafeteria. And those who were overweight, or graphically pimpled, or otherwise considered unsightly by the overlords... those girls worked in housekeeping.
My first day in the cafeteria was sort of like a dress rehearsal for hell. It started with the uniform... a brown polyester wrap-around skirt (one size fits all)... over a stretchy white turtleneck bodysuit... also polyester, with snaps at the crotch. Empty, these turtlenecks were roughly the size of a glove. With a female body inside, they strained to the point of near transparency... and I spent the first hour of my shift being sent back to my room... three times... because the t-shirts I was wearing underneath were deemed to undermine the sense of uniformity.
Then there was the work itself. The cafeteria mainly served Greyhound bus passengers. And part of my job was to stand at a steam table, ladeling out great slippery masses of god-knows-what to grey-faced people who shuffled through the line like penitents.
Between buses, there were the joys of industrial dishwashing... table cleaning... window washing... floor wiping... and the scraping of gum off all kinds of surfaces... along with whatever else had stuck.
By the time I had my first break, my feet were sore, my back ached, I hated my employers and I'd made up my mind that I was absolutely going to pursue some kind of higher education.
On my fourth day, my boss sat me down to tell me how completely unsatisfactory my work was. He gave me two choices - quit/get fired... or go work in the gas station.
The gas station! Wow. I was like Brer Rabbit... and the gas station (part of the same operation, but separated by a big asphalt parking lot) was my own personal briar patch.
Working at the gas station meant no uniform! I could wear my own jeans and t-shirts!
It meant no steam table, no dirty dishes... I could work outside in the fresh clean air!
So I made the switch. Changed jobs. Moved from the room I'd shared with seven other girls in the scary hotel to a room above the gas station, which I shared with eight or nine guys and one other (very cool) chick. Things were okay until the mudslides came... and cut us off from the rest of the world.
Those big slides took out bridges and completely covered the highway on either side of us. They took days to clear and... in the meantime... with no tourists, no traffic of any kind.... there really wasn't much for us to do in terms of work. So we drank. At the hotel bar. Almost all of us way underaged. And drinks were on the house. And I drank rye. And so did my boss from the gas station.
He and his girlfriend were both year-rounders.... part of the regular skeleton crew that kept things going through the long cold winters... travelling from building to building via snow tunnels. On this particular night, I was sitting between them in the hotel bar... and it was some uncomfortable.
In one ear, she was telling me about their relationship, and just how great it was, and how she was thinking they might get married, and how she'd like a couple of kids.
In the other ear, he was asking, flat out: "So... when are you coming home with me?"
I waited till she went to the bathroom, and then lit into him with muted drunken fury.
He didn't take it well and gave me an ultimatum: Have sex with him that night, or I was fired.
Um, nice choice.
My response was of course "You can't fire me, I quit!" And I did. Right then... at 2am.
I stomped back to the gas station... and packed up my stuff... and then came back to the hotel where I made the rounds... pounding on all the bosses' doors and telling them exactly what I thought of them.
It all felt pretty good (in that stupid, drunken way) until I realized... ulp! There was no way out of there!!!
I spent an odd, uneasy few hours in the dark... pacing up and down outside the gas station... waiting for news of the highway reopening.
It came shortly after dawn and I was on the first bus... and that, my friends, was the end of that.
I never went back there (although I've driven past). And I never drank rye again. And... yeah... I never again applied for a job where they asked for a full-length colour photo.
Remainings of a point machine on the territory of the former Berlin Tempelhof classification yard, which was closed in 1952.
kiev 60 medium format + carl zeiss flektogon 50mm f/4 & cross-processed fuji provia 100. lab: photo impact west, santa monica, ca.
Machines & Macchiatos is run by the Sydney Machina Social Club in Sydney, New South Wales.
It's a modern motoring club, for all types of Machines, Vintage, Classics, Customs, Rods, Modern Exotics, Motorcycles & more. If you love Ford Mustangs, Porsche 911, Ford GTHO Falcons, Corvettes, Ferrari then head down.
www.sydneymachinasocialclub.org/
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The 1/6-scale character of Cloë started out with the stage name Khloë K. Koffiny as a drummer for Yasmin, Sasha, and Jade's garage band, "Vagabonds' House." But this head sculpt and the bodies I was pairing it with didn't really work for me, and the looks of the character didn't mesh well with Yas and the gang.
The head sculpt has bounced around among a number of incarnations. Recently I ended up with an "extra" Jiaou 10E body, which I purchased for another project but, duhhh..., I purchased the wrong color.
I tried pairing the misfit body with mistfit Cloë's head and it worked. Well, it worked in an over-the-top (and over-developed) kitschy-cartoonish sort of way.
I didn't really need another "adventure girl" figure, but here she is -- Machine-Gun Cloë!
Cloë is much happier as a stand-alone character -- who totes a Tommy-gun -- than she was as a background member of a girl band.
Head: SuperDuck SDH-019B
Body: Jiaou 10E WS "white skin"
My fancy new sewing machine! It is a reconditioned machine from Overstock that my parents bought me as a gift
THE MALE MACHINES ARE OUT!!
**collapses** FINALLY...finally
Working against all the glitches SL has had lately, I am finally done LOL! BOTH the MALE & Female gacha! machines are down @ :happyface: [: 75L/per play!
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x.x \o/ Thank the lort for patience LOL!!
and there she was, gleaming in the dark, calling to me, "come quilt, come quilt, know you want too...."
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Machine to capture Ponyo.
Those Ponyo looked shocked & scary O_o"
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My Taiwan trip - Day 3
Jose Ramos II, Philippines
- Modern villages was not spared during typhoon season in our place that is why the government is always finding solutions to make our sewerage system prone to possible floods.
I think this is science because the people who make washing machines have to go through science and we use it for washing clothes instead by washing with our own hands.
One of my daily occupations at work is cutting paper. For example posters, folders, leaflets, etc. One of the machines we use to do so is a hydraulic cutter.
You can adjust the length of your object with a joystick and a small wheel. With a light-bar behind the knife you can aim at the cutting-line at your object. Then you use a foot controlled pressure bar to pin the object to the table. After that it's "all clear" (the knife is very sharp and it will cut your arm clear of) and you use the two green buttons to make the knife come down.
I'm trying to make some more machines that I work with, one, because it's a challenge and two, as details for a later larger moc.
I hope you like it and please feel free to rate a comment!
....two apples and an orange in a row gives a off-peak return to New Street! Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
First sketches and models for the Time Machine, a new interactive art project created by Pataphysical Studios.
In this brainstorm session, each team member sketched out their own ideas, then discussed them with the group, to design our upcoming time travel experience together.
Next, we plan to create a composite design with some of these ideas, to integrate them into a single blueprint.
To be continued ...
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View our Time Machine slides:
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These Coca-Cola machines were part of a display of miscellaneous objects in a store in New York City. They also sold dentist chairs and old subway signs.
I remember getting these from a vending machine at a bowling alley in the late '80s. They all came with parachutes attached.
Measure the widest points on the sides, mine measures 15" wide and 7.5" deep at the widest points. So my footprint is 15" x 7.5". You can slide a thin ruler under the bottom to assist you, but remember that some bits stick out further in the middle of the machine as opposed to the base, so look from the top as you're measuring.
Official LEGO Iron Man 3 Minifigure "War Machine".
I know a lot of people were dissapointed that LEGO didn't make an Iron Patriot for the upcoming film, but I am stoked to just finally have Rhodey in LEGO! I really like this War Machine minifig. Although it isn't Iron Patriot, it is still a fantastic fig.