#work lore

[v-67]

New lore.

More like rant, but yeah

So, i started working at a new place, and the place is fine, things are okay. Except there are some people who are just really really stupid, and don't have the basic decency to be called anything at all, because calling them names would be disrespectful to the names.

The lore here is, this particular woman in question, is so stupid. Having existed in the legal realm of work, you have the basic knowledge of how to address people and everything else. But no. She doesn't. She addresses people by their skin colour. Then going further, back bitches about anyone who's not in the room. Then, goes on to teach you wrongly, and further tells you it's wrong, when she clearly taught you wrong. Then goes on to blabber shit ALL DAY LONG about God knows what. Then goes on to tell people that she doesn't want to listen to their side when resolving a dispute. Also furthermore, when assigns work to someone who by the way is in their first week, tells right in front of that person that you're slow, within probably 20 minutes, and assigns the same work to someone else, so basically no good mentorship, only knows how to demotivate people and talk shit, adding on to the toxic atmosphere like a goddamn poisonous mushroom. Honestly poisonous mushrooms might still help in research, this woman solely exists to bring nothing to anyone in any way. It's like there are no words i can use to disrespect her, for any words I shall use, is an insult to those very words.

All this was context. This is all I have been observing happen to people around me, and to an extent to me as well.

However, I also have a very expressive face, so my disgust is quite visible. And when she tries to make me participate in her back bitching, i simply refuse and rather defend others.

Now, what i really want to say is

At first, I used to get so pissed off, so irritated, and my friends would tell me to not bring work home, to not bring that energy home and i realised, yeah. That's right. No point in bringing that irritation home.

Today, something more happened, where she addresses one of the interns directly, and told her that she has a problem with her. And for some reason, i somehow without saying a word had gotten swept in their crossfire and she told me as well, that she has a problem with me too.

I said okay, and shrugged. What else am I to do?

The whole thing went on, honestly I zoned out, i didn't take that personally because i don't value her, her words don't sting.

But sometimes, there's this calm detached energy building up within me from having witnessed her idiocy from day one, that calm detached energy is very much like Gojo's when he fought Toji. Like, i would say things which are so haunting and daunting to even myself.

This other day i said something like : I would make her cry with my words if I ever so find her speak anything that belittles me in the most wrong way. If i ever find myself to be the topic of her gossip, I will make her cry in front of the whole of the office, and even when she cries, I'll coldly ask her if she's done crying? Since I have a lot more to speak of. So shut up and sit and weep and listen. I will ensure that you have trauma that outmatches number of therapists. (I said that and I was like WOAH, WHAT THE FUCK)

And the problem is, that If push comes to shove, I do believe i have the capability to do that. And I'm afraid of doing that. Because she might be the most stupid person, but i don't want to become a story of pain for someone else. Even when they deserve nothing but a slap across, no wait, 20-30 slaps across their face. Honestly violence doesn't appease me, I'd rather scar you mentally and watch it sting. (This stupid job is turning me into a goddamn sadist, I'm not😭😭😭)

Anyways, today this thing that had happened, I'm simply sitting in my room, chilling, and before this I was speaking to a colleague and we were talking about what had happened. And i thought of a few things, like how when I leave this place i'd write her a letter and it would be constructive criticism wrapped up in a bundle of amazingly constructed words that lists every stupid thing she has spoken. My gift to her would be awareness that she doesn't have. Maybe I'll read that letter to her.

Anyways, my energy these days really has been like this :

It varies from here to that Toji fight scene haha.

But today it was this. No kidding.

But all this to really say

I am kinda worried about these thoughts, its not nice you know? Yes they deserve that, but i don't want to turn into a pile of shit of a person. I don't approve of their toxicity, i don't approve of them even existing tbh, but, i don't want to become a toxic sadistic wishing hate on people type of person.

Even this person, i dislike them, i don't hate them. Like Vinland saga has taught us, You have no enemies, no one has any enemies. There is no one that you should hurt. I wish to enforce it properly on my mind, but my survival mechanism can't help but think of every possibility that may arise which might need a defense that makes you feel safe and enlightened in the sense that no hurt can be caused to you that may outreach the defense. I don't know if you get it, I tend to do ramble a bit someyimes.

But I need to slowly detach a lot, it's not my responsibility that they're literate illiterate assholes, I need to understand that and let go. Not everyone is morally good. Doesn't mean I have to become immoral.

It's a dilemma.

[amennsty]

not all my coworkers gasping because i said i dont take a lunch n them offering to buy me food... im not big like yall my waist tiny n i disappear when i turn to the side for a reason tyyyy

[kensatou]

assigned omega by auntie yi yi…….

[cuppochino]

impulsively drawn continuation of a previous post

round fat creature faces the consequences

[artistic-cocoon]

Saw someone on twt say they wanted to see Percy drawn like Yusuf Dikec and I couldn't help myself

[000bun]

[habken]

the boys working at beavertails

[sallufix]

WHO...?

Found this genius rarepair and accidentally made my own lore for it ☹️ The curse of being too smart... Atleast more content for y'all to consume!!! Eat up cuz the chef is starving too

[floweroflaurelin]

The Gambler’s Prayer

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Please tell me you’ve all seen the reel Jimmy posted… 👀🐤🙏

[inbabylontheywept]

the fine and subtle art of arguing with old men

it was a good week for testing which meant it was a slow week for me. most of my job is fixing the machine when it goes down. if it doesn't go down, i don't have much to do. 

fortunately neither did marc. in a site full of ornery old bastards, he's the oldest and the orneriest, so it goes without saying that i enjoy spending time with him. he reminds me of my grandpa. hell, he reminds me of a lot of people. i've befriended enough grumpy old men that i've got a sort of momentum to it now - you know how it is, when you meet someone that reminds you of someone else you really like. you get to start that friendship off half built, because you already have an idea of how to like that guy, and some of that old warmth can be brought to the new friendship. a little ember to start the stove up with.

(i think that's one of the really undersold beauties of getting older. you stop viewing people as strangers and more like remixes of friends.)

anyway, i was sitting next to marc and we were talking about the future. i've got my eye on having kids sometime soon (year or two? hopefully?), and he's very happy for me. i've tried asking him for advice, but all he says is that he didn't do a great job with his own kids and they still turned out okay, so i should stress less and trust myself more. i hope he's right. he believes it, at least, and it's a hell of a thing to have the faith of an old man. his faith is hard won.

as for his plans, he's retiring at some point in the next six months, and is hoping to sell his home and buy something in florida. he's republican, so he views the state as paradise, and i'm not inclined to even try talking him out of it. it's his dream, you know? i know for a fact my paradise would be a lot of people's hell. life's funny like that.

still, we kept going on, and it was a good time, and then he reminisced about the last time he got close to quitting - back around 2020. our job required getting vaxxed, and he refused, and there was a big kerfuffle about it before the job actually backed down. i know there's not a lot of sympathy for the unvaxxed out here, but the man's 62. you get the shot when you're under 30 to protect the people around you, but when you're over 60, you're just getting it to protect yourself and it's hard to be mad at someone for kicking their own ass. 

still gave me pause though. i knew he wasn't going to take it well, but half the job of collecting curmudgeons is keeping them around, so i said 

hey. i'm sorry they bent your arm over it, but.

but. 

you should really get that shot. 

and he looked over at me, and i looked at him, and he actually spat. not on me, just the concrete, but it was enough to show that he was mad. then he walked away, as abrupt as anything.

i felt bad about it. i wasn't sure what i'd expected, when he was willing to lose his job over it before, but i'd been so invested in his dream of retirement - the idea of him sipping margaritias on a beach next to his wife, the wife he calls every day during lunch, the wife he says is the one thing in life he ever got right on the first try. the wife that almost divorced him back when he was in the airforce because he just wasn't home enough. 

(but he can be home now.) 

and then he mentioned the vax thing, and it was like seeing a pin hit a balloon. he works out every day and takes all sorts of crazy vitamins and is generally committed to getting the most out of his pension and his life. i didn't want this dumb weak point to be his achilles heel. 

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i wasn't actually sure how long marc would be mad at me. i've seen him stay mad at some people for weeks. i wasn't sure if being friends would make that time go up or down. 

it went down. i'm glad it went down. 

he stopped being mad about two days later. we were doing front end maintenance one morning, and it was just that simple mechanical rhythm - hex key, replace the anode sheets, punch some off-gassing holes, oil it up, put it back in - that put things at ease. it always does. people working there are too busy to remember grudges, and it has this sort of mandatory practical communication that helps smooth things over. it was going great, and then out of the blue he said babs, you gotta be careful giving advice. those shots come with complications. what would you do if i got that shot, had a stroke, and died? 

and i don't know what answer he was expecting, but i just told him the truth, which is that i would be devastated. i'd feel like i killed him. i thought that was a pretty normal response, but he looked taken aback. he asked why i said it then, and i said i'd have felt the same if he died of covid. that's just life. sometimes, there's no way forward that doesn't risk some kind of regret. 

we finished the tube after that, in a silence that felt heavier than peace but lighter than anger. it felt like the ball was back in marc's court. like it would be rude to take that turn from him. 

we parted ways with a nod and didn't speak until the next day. 

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i was doing spreadsheet work when he found me again. standard paper engineering - thinking of things we might need and ordering them in batches, months ahead of time. it always feels a little like plugging holes in a dam with my fingers. 

but he popped up, and we didn't even exchange pleasantries. he just said i'm gonna die one day, and you can't blame yourself for that. 

which is a hell of a thing to just tell someone right off the bat. 

so i said what 

and he said babs, i am in my 60s. something is gonna get me eventually, and whether it's covid or heart disease, or a stroke, there will be something you could have said or done before. and that's okay. it's not your job to make me live forever. 

and you know, he actually made a lot of sense. so i said 

okay. 

i'll keep your business yours. i just

you were talking about your retirement before this. and i want that for you very much. you've worked hard for 45 years, and you deserve a break. we're getting to sick season, and it would be the saddest fucking thing in the world if you got this close to winning the race then tripped in the last ten feet. 

and we sat there a few moments longer. i wasn't sure what to say, and i wasn't sure what he'd say, but eventually he just shrugged and said

yeah 

then he left. i figured that would be the end of it. 

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i did front end maintenance yesterday, after being gone a week. it's one of my favorite things to do. i like working with my hands. i really like working with my hands. i'm glad i went to college, but in a different life, i think i could've made a better electrician than an electrical engineer. 

and at one step, when we were both hoisting the plate back onto the machine, his sleeve rode up, and i saw two bandaids on his arm. 

we finished the install, and i was ready to go back when marc actually stopped me. 

i got the shot, he said, almost embarrassed. like he'd been caught. and i knew he was gonna say something dumb about it, so i just cut him off by giving him a hug. 

i was relieved. hugging old men is kind of like picking up cats. if they like you a lot, they'll tolerate it, but that's about it. we sat there maybe three beats before his hands went up, and then he gave me one overly-hard thump on the back. in my experience, this is how old men tell you that they're done, so i let him go.

carla talked me into it, he said, almost defensive. his wife. his one good decision.

tell her i said thanks, i said back.

trump got the shot too, he said, less defensive, but oddly pleading. like he was consoling himself.

like he was nervous.

then it's gotta be safe, i said, and he looked up at me, strangely searching, strangely vulnerable. i don't know exactly what he was looking for, but i guess he found it because after a few moments his shoulders relaxed.

yeah, he said, one hand on the back of his head.

it's gotta be.

[allegedly-human-uwu]

Existing on tumblr the past few weeks

[idolomantises]

I feel like I should put a disclaimer on my comics that reminds people that Monsters and Girls is not a traditional webcomic where there’s consistent lore and plot beats, I am very loose with the series. That’s why I have no issue giving characters major redesigns or changing some of the plot. Okay thanks.

[bleaksqueak]

This blog’s life began as a homestuck blog, so why don’t I upload this version of the Ardata fanart i did back in 2019

[queenoftheantz]

cant stop thinking about the guy who came up to me at the comic festival this weekend, looked through my dungeon meshi stuff, then when he didnt recognize the winged lion told me he stopped reading because the world building wasn't solid enough.

The world building wasn't solid enough. In dungeon meshi.

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need more of? The Batkids completely fucking with the Justice League and their rogues and coming up with stories for their existence.

Like I am talking about the creation of demigods sort of stories, like Loki sort of stories.

Duke has convinced all of Gotham that he's the Bat Signal brought to life and that's why he's never seen at night and why the signal literally doesn't work during the day. He's waiting giddily for the story to spread outside of the city.

The batkids have convinced half the League that Nightwing is quite literally Batman's lovechild with Justice. Hey, Constantine had a one night stand with the manifestation of a city and they've dealt with gods before, so surely it's not that surprising? Right???

I need more of the Batkids being little shits, of Alfred the-greatest-enabler Pennyworth backing them up and Bat(the-biggest-troll)man to never confirm the stories, but he doesn't deny them either.