#im picking up 5 FUCKING HOURS for my coworker but like. damn i will take the almost 60 extra bucks fuck yes

[southislandwren]

breaking news! working more hours means you get more money

[allthebestscreennamesaregone63]

RANT POST. LONG RANT POST.

So, I don't really need the subreddit thread to tell me I'm probably the asshole on this one, but this guy at work is TESTING me.

We'll call him Dude.

Dude probably has ADHD or autism or both. He definitely is undersocialized. I TRIED to keep that in mind.

Dude is usually the janitor, but we were short staffed in the stock room yesterday, so we ended up working a shift together.

And y'all-

He would put things where they clearly did NOT go, and then started to argue with me when I actually know wtf I'm doing, when he didn't straight up ignore me.

Then, we have a million boxes to sort through, stacked on pallets. Every time he opened a box, he'd loudly announce what was inside it. Every. Fucking. Time. And then, he mostly left the boxes for me to sort through, before deciding I wasn't doing it right or whatever, and forcibly taking over.

So, by the time I've been on shift for two hours, I am gotdamn DONE. So, I announce to the room at large so everyone knows where tf I went,

"I'm going on break." I go to grab my water.

"Yeah, go on break." -Dude (abrasive)

So, there I am nursing a screaming fucking headache in the breakroom (too soon for more ibuprofen) and I'm so close to just going home.

It was supposed to be my day off, anyway. Not MY fault that they forgot to schedule actual help.

So, anyway, I go back to the tiny ass stockroom. I was gone for fifteen fucking minutes. In that time, they managed to screw up the space so badly that it was five minutes later before I could do my goddamn job.

I was relieved when it was time to throw trash in the compactor. Fucker is noisy as shit, can't hear Dude being a dick over it. So, there I am, throwing away twenty or so big bags of trash in the compactor. Finally get the inefficient fuckwad to actually do its job, but the needle on the guage went into the yellow warning bit.

Uh oh.

"Hey [MOD], when did they take out the compacted trash last?"

"Not too long ago, why?"

"The gauge is in the yellow."

"What does that mean?"

Tf you think it means?! Get the trash picked up, bitch, quickly!

So, I get the trash squared away, and the freaking truck came. We have 5 pallets already, we're getting 9, and we have space for a total of maybe 16. Its gonna be a tight fit.

Dude fucked up on wrapping a gaylord. Then, he saved two empty pallets instead of one, like we usually do. Not two minutes after I tell Dude we don't need it, motherfucking MOD goes and tells him to grab another empty pallet.

Then, the truck driver who brought his own shrinkwrap, asked if I knew where it went. Fuckers moved it without telling either of us. So, when Dude picks it back up, I tell him,

"That belongs to the truck driver, don't move it."

Dude fucking ignores me.

I repeat myself.

He says, "I know!"

"If you know so much, why are you moving it?" I am so done with this fucker at this point.

"I'm not moving it." (Aggressively rude). He sets it down. I turn to my coworker who saw this all go down, with a "can you believe this guy?" Look.

She makes a shooing motion with her hand. Now, im looking at her like she's lost her damn mind.

"Move. I need to get by you."

Then, [MOD] says we don't have room for the gaylords where they usually go. She tells the guy to throw them on top of the pallets. The, uh, seven foot tall pallets we have to move almost immediately.

So I suggest that we put them against a different wall instead. Its what we usually do.

[MOD]: we can't mess with this guy, we'll fix it later, he's a bit crabby.

I literally was trying to make his job easier, but ok.

So, I leave early, by like, an hour. When I get home, my Dad flat out accused me of being lazy.

In other words, fuckers KEEP walking all over me, and men (and some women) are fucking trash.

[rotten-rodentia]

Angry ranting

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Yesterday I missed a dose of my meds, and I got triggered by seeing one of the ppl involved jn the divorce last year and went spiraling into trying to find info on all of those ppl which just upsets me more

And since I hadn't taken my meds, my brain wouldn't chill for even a second And then I was kept awake bc I was hungry as hell.

Fell asleep at 5 am, woke up at like 9:40. Less than 5 hrs

Filled out a bunch of medical info I need for my endocrinologist, and tried to order my insurance card for another damn hour on the phone with a robot

Got contacted by manager asking if I could clock in extra early for the 3rd time this week, usually I'm like hell yeah extra money but I'm glad I didn't go to work early

Work was so damn busy today that I didn't get to cleaning the lobby until it was almost time to close anyway. Both trashcans were overflowing and there was a huge stack of trays, I started taking out trash so it would STOP overflowing but then right on time to piss me off some customers come in and I HAVE TO HELP THEM CUZ THATS ALSO MY JOB but I had to finish the trash

But if I make them wait, then I suck at my job cuz were fast food and its totally my fault that I'm the only person in charge of cleaning the lobby, 3 bathrooms, serving indoor customers, serving call in and online orders, And serving Doordash which also pisses me off cuz we'll get several Doordasg orders and the drivers like to come in super early and just stand around, or sometimes leave if we take too long. BUDDY THW APP SAYSI HAVE 15 MINUTES TO MAKE THE ORDER, I'M NOT LATE UR FUCKING EARLY. But also sometimes I am late, BC INDOOR CUSTOMERS ARE PRIORITY.

Anyway why the fuck are jobs like this? Why am I doing the work of multiple people just bc my boss wants to keep the percentage of labor under 25%?

They always schedule 1 lobby cashier to serve customers inside/doordash/call in/online orders, and 2 drive through bc drive through is the busiest

Oh and guess who has to stock all the drive through sides too?the ones for easy grabbing in the fridge? FUCKING ME.

Sweeping the lobby and the kitchen, scrubbing off the front line and the display windows, OH AND IM A BACK UP DISHWASHER.

And then my dad can't pick me up and wants me to somehow uber both me and my sister, who is at a completely different location and got off work at a different time.

Oh and apparently that one coworker who goes "Deadname this needs done" when I'm in the middle of doing something she already asks, every single minute she does that, not only is that one of the reasons other coworkers don't like her (the nagging instead of waiting for us to be done with something or even just writing a list), but our coworkers have literally corrected her on my name and she still does it. She's not even a manager either and she just bosses everyone around cuz she was SUPPOSED to train us (which doesn't happen at this establishment btw)

Highlights of my day: I saw a planned parenthood worker which just immediately made me happy, and I told her how much I appreciate them and she said that made her day bc usually when someone notices the planned parenthood logo they think or say bad things about them. Also my uber driver had a van decked out in halloween decorations which was awesome, she's my favorite uber driver now. It felt like riding with family or a friend she was so sweet

[fuck-customers]

my boss could be an irl mr. krabs

lately getting more and more pissed with my boss and how he’s rly ruining our store 🙃

he’s relatively new (to our particular store and to being a general manager) and our former boss transferred at the end of august this year. and just. man is our current boss a Real Piece Of Work. for starters he’s incredibly stingy and overdramatic about labor and our overtime and how it takes from his bonus check. like just a couple weeks ago i worked night as i usually do but i came in early to cover someone in the morning so i was working a double shift. and my boss was almost immediately complaining about labor to me when he came in and how i should’ve said something about it to him. thing is, we have always just told the opening or closing managers about schedule changes which he. is not. he got so mad at me and said i didn’t need to come in for who i was covering due to labor and shit but like dude why schedule her then lol??? god the fact he was so trying to get rid of me until i come back for my night shift was so annoying? especially given my recently cut hours (more about that shit is upcoming 🙃) so. like. no i’m staying thanks!! ugggh he’s cheap so much so that it’s become a store-wide meme amongst just about everyone lmao. for example say something obviously unusable and so insignificant falls on the floor like One (1) french fry, and we exclaim dramatically “OH MY GOD we gotta pick that up RIGHT NOW, just think about [boss’ name]’s money!!!” it’s so goddamn funny he’s literally too easy to make fun of. which is all fun and dandy until you consider how his dumbass has been causing us to go downhill since he arrived.

the first big significant thing he did (that also really involved me so like. makes me even more pissed) was starting to promote our opener and give him a raise before me despite the fact i had asked first and as the main closer i do so much more shit than this other guy could even fathom doing. i was beyond frustrated and ANGRY. i work too hard and too much for the little pay i was getting. not to mention i live 30-40 mins away! gas ain’t too cheap! the fact this other guy still remains getting promoted is infuriating because he. doesn’t. fucking. deserve. it. and i’m not the only one who thinks so, just about all my coworkers think he’s careless, bothersome, and incompetent with no real maturity to handle becoming a manager. i keep fucking praying he ends up not becoming one. the thought of closing with him makes me want to SCREAM

but luckily i did eventually get my raise (after literally having to directly contact my boss’ boss over the issue) but heres what’s just. great… i’m now like still making a similar amount to what i was pre-raise because our boss pushed and pushed to start closing early. like we ARE brutally slow most of the time at night and the fact there’s this shitty construction blocking a big road entrance to our store isnt helping. but ya’ll we went from closing at midnight every day to closing at 10 except fri and sat we close at 11. its a drastic change though and it killed my hours. the worst part is i know my former boss wouldn’t have done this, maybe closing at 11 every day if anything but not 10, good lord. but because my current boss is so damn persistent in getting what he wants he was able to push enough for the change in our store hours. it’s funny because if you have some kind of issue you HAVE TO be super persistent to him about it otherwise it gets forgotten on the backburner immediately and it’s so frustrating. yet he’s always annoyingly and brutally persistent with his bosses over everything so 🙄

hes also like cutting my hours completely and giving me far less days to work, i used to be working 5 days a week all the time but now its like 4 days and recently this week (dec 3) its turned into only 3 days. but to sorta put that into perspective, i havent worked 3 days or less since MID JULY. id be working 35-40 hours a week (and 50 before i started school) and now this most recent week im barely working 19.

not to mention this hours change has managed to be reason for 1 of our night cooks to quit. and like ya’ll, we have only 4 night cooks, and the one leaving literally closes most of the week. she closed a minimum of three days each. and now our other main closing cook who closes fri-sun every weeky is beginning to consider leaving also. it’s such a shitty development from all this and i don’t even want to know the shit that’s to come next.

so not only all that shit but then there’s how he makes our schedules and always manages to fuck something up each week or weirdly schedule people in a way that makes no sense. like if someone requests off a day they normally always work each week, he often doesn’t fill that shift with someone else? like hello?? our schedules are so static too, my former boss always went out of his way to put different people together on different days each week but my current boss? nah let’s just copy and paste the last week’s schedule, change like 2.5 things and call it good. and i know it’s like, don’t change something that doesn’t necessarily need to be changed but. ugh i guess i just didn’t realize how much i enjoyed that original schedule diversity until it was suddenly gone… doesn’t help that i’m constantly being scheduled to work with the few coworkers i don’t particularly like 😊

so yeah tl;dr my new boss is an incompetent stingy asshole who gave a raise first to someone evidently less deserving than me, obnoxiously pushed to close much earlier thus killing the night crew’s hours, has given me far less hours than i used to altogether, at least partially caused 1 out of our 4 night cooks to quit, and he additionally just makes rather shitty unideal schedules

[divine-identite]

So March through July has been most interesting lately -

So, in short, we are going to call these Arcs (like story arcs). There are five of them right now. 

Facts to remember about this person; she’s bisexual, into open relationships, looking for fwb, is on the spectrum, had depression and social anxiety - which is why she smokes.

So I met a coworker who I got along with in march. I thought she was really cool and knowledge, however, I had a strange intuition that something was off with her at the same time. So before all that, I tried inviting her out to some events - concerts and stuff. Cause I thought she was legit cool and whatnot.  She says no to this and eventually, in late April she invites me out to see Avengers: endgame; she does so because she works Fridays and Saturdays, and her friends are busy on those holidays. So I pick up, okay, so im just 2nd pick for this event? So I let it go and I buy our tickets and set the date and time. She cant do it because she is a tech and im just PRS. ( i just answer phones).

1st Arc

So on the movie day, I meet her at her place. her place is very lacklustre, she lives in a one-bedroom with no furniture - which is fine. Her roommate lives in the living room with an airbed. It’s all fine to me, I know the struggle is real. She’s nice enough to offer me coffee and scrambled eggs. I take just the coffee. She goes on a smoke break in her room, she's nice enough to close the door for her roommate.  I sit on the roommate's bed and how she gets off it is odd as fuck; she kind casually brushes her hands along her arm and wrist before asking me to stand up, and it takes her a while to get up and go. Because shes trying to decide what coat she wants to wear. So finally go off, get a ride up to the mall centre in german town. She starts talking about her stories and stuff - and about one time post-banging some freshmen on her sophomore year. I was thinking okay that’s good on you lol. Now the worst part is she starts leaning her head on me afterwards through the whole ride. We get to the movies afterwards, and there two seats left because her dumbass wanted to take her time getting here. So one guy pointed us to two seats left in the crowd. The theatre was packed so what she did was cling to my arm and lean to my shoulder- again. So after the movies, we go to chipotle, and then to the beer & spirits which I pay. Because her ID is expired, how the fuck do you let your Id expire? so I have to get it. We order a lyft head back and drink at her place and play some games. We both had a good time but I left once I saw the roommate had teased her about being autistic and etc. The shoulder leaning thing had me confused - she told me im an associate. 

So I bring up the issue with the shoulder leaning issue. So apparent none of that mattered. I got on her about how people can misinterpret that and she said few to interpret that. She gets upset because I bring this issue to mind like a few days. However, she mentioned one time a guy assumed she leads her on. Again she makes it clear we are associates the whole time.

2nd Arc 

Next week May 5th we scheduled to watch the game of thrones at her place. I get off at 10:30 pm on a Sunday, and she doesn't work on a Sunday. I  had to buy beer again - because so she meets me at my job. it was quite odd because her excuse for coming was “she was in town and though to drop by”. Nothing wrong with that but it did lead to some speculation. My coworker Gloria kept up asking questions like “Oh did you say hi to her?” “She usually doesn't wear dresses, Kelvin, what do you think?”, “ She doesn't work today here” so yeah it was hinting she knew something. Now after my shift we went to CVS and she offered to buy me snacks and food. She asks if I was sure? Now on this day, I had a sausage, cheese & egg. So I went to her place we had to go into her room since her roommate was sleeping. So she offered popeyes which I took only a wing. I sat by her bed rather than on it because - it felt weird lol. She said I could join her bed rather than sit by it - we are coworkers bruh. She leaves out too. So after smashing like 8- 9 beers I get on her bed because my knees were killing me on that hardwood floor. She comes back like “ It’s about time” so after a while she starts to lean on me again.  So the beer takes its toll - and I start to nod off. So while watching Game of Thrones she would ask some questions. So around season 5 she stops it there - tells me to get my things. Escorts me out to the door of her complex. The original plan actually to use a spare bed but she apparently didn't want to do that. So she escorts me outside 4:00 am in the morning, it's cold as fuck in may. She couldn't stay out because is only clothed in a skimpy sundress and she's anaemic and plus she left her house keys in her house. So understandable but still no check-in. Which contradicts with her usually thing because she would always see if I got home. I got home around 6 am had like only 4 hours of sleep and had to go to work lol- I had a slight headache but I was good. I texted her to see if she was okay, said she was fine and that I was doing too much. I just added that hey you were right that I should have eaten something. Now this issue sparks something on her end, this literally causes her to snap off and she literally bans me from coming to her house. 

After dropping her shoes off that she sent to my location because she lives in an apartment complex. we go to the gym together because of her social anxiety, now the fun part is after the gym. I found out apparently I had spilt beer on her carpet and pissed over her toilet while drunk, to be fair her bathroom is really dark. The only light is a night light behind you when you use the toilet. She had an emotional connection with that carpet so I sympathized with it and made to right my wrongs. So she asked only for three meals and me to go to the gym with her for a week. I decided a month because I felt bad about the situation. we agreed on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, Friday. Wednesday and Thursday are my days off.

3rd Arc

So off to the gym, some days she goes - some she doesn't - but either way I got continuously. Knowing discipline is necessary for progress. But usually, she is very inconsistent. So one week on Saturday she isn't going-  rather than going I just leave it be. She's being too indecisive about the matter. I tell her to just tell me when she would be going and went home.  So Tuesday comes up and she comes to work. She follows her usual routine; what's for lunch and etc? she comes up to check up on me and etc. But I wait until her shift after 12:30, now after that - my coworker comes up to ask “” Arent you going to the gym”. her reply, however, was “ No, I didn't do any laundry today. So I don't have any clean clothes to go with” That would’ve been news to tell me.  So she leaves without telling me the matter - and leaves me hanging there. Wednesday and Thursday im off, and not once did it cross her mind. To make amends, so I actually have to reach out and confront her on the issues. She owned up to it but said her new meds for her depression. I understood in that second but for that whole three days? I felt that was really considerate tbh. I stopped doing favours because that was massive and just focused on me tbh. That was a huge disrespect to me and my time. So around June, I brought up the issue again to make sure we were clear and realised I had backtracked on it based on her logic on of the issue. 

4th Arc

After a while, I agreed to invite her out to the movies. Went to see spider-man: Far away from home, I bought the tickets. We went over the seats and I set the time. So on the fourth, I reach the train station to meet her around 10:00 am, the movie starts at 12:45.  She literally tells me to meet her at the theatre though we agreed to the train station, because of its fucking raining. Now the forecast said it would rain - but she chose to dress for the heat tbh. So I let it go and get a ride to the theatre and get there. We are early like its 11:45 pm so we decide to go to Starbucks. So she pulls me aside and asks if she can send lingerie and stuff to my house somewhat nervously (think of a typical anime girl who is fidgetting her fingers nervously) - because it's for when she goes to the gym. Still, quite an odd favour but i accept it. So after the movies, it starts to rain, so I got to CVS and buy an umbrella. Because she's wearing a sundress and if she got any wetter it is porn show. So off we go to across town to the Vape shop because the vape she has, has been burning her throat. So at the shop, the lady shows us how it works and after that she needs ID. She doesn't have ID....still so I had to literally use my ID. After a while, we go eat, and meet her roommate at the firework place. She arm links up with him and tries to get me to join - I literally shoot her down like “Nah im good”. So the roommate introduces us to his friends at her house - and off we go to park. Im literally lacking behind and she comes and checks up behind me multiple times. I state that im okay until we get to the park. Now at the park it's fine until it starts to rain, being the only practical person with common sense - hold up a single umbrella for five people. After 20 minutes of holding this damn thing up, I pass it off before she starts asking me if I want to watch Netflix. I say no, and then I went on my phone to text my friend for a while. Again she asks it before not too long she is leaning my whole thigh with the phone on it.  Like you would with a couch armchair. This was no way platonic. After she leaning back on my chest with her back while we watch Netflix and stuff. Im like....you have your roommate there fam why not do this with him lol. After the fireworks, we leave but the large crowds cause her anxiety; she clings to my arm and literally is like “sorry for invading her personal space” ... it's a little too late for all that :T. We head  to safeway , use the bathroom and head home.

5th Arc

We were supposed to go to Otakon together - because she invited me out to the invite. So I told Mike, a coworker of mine, I and she are supposed to be going. The whole week is excited about Otakon and stuff - and Saturday tells me “whenever she gets up she’ll let me know when she goes down to the convention centre”. I’m like.... what kind of rude shit is that? but I let it be it is what it is. So Friday comes up I call mike, he is down there and I meet him there. He tells me to call her to figure where she is - because she told him she’d be here 3-4. I called her and phone rings twice before going to voicemail. So she tells me “Oh im just got sick. Just my luck!” now I know this feels like bullshit really. You were super excited about this event - and Mike told me she looked healthy yesterday - again not making any sense really. So rather than just telling me you aren't going to show up at all. And she scheduled this event the whole time tbh.  

[flirting-with-psychology]

Truth of Dare (and I’m gonna do them all cause I’m bored)

1: (truth) Who was your first major celebrity crush? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle and post the first five songs.

Truth: I guess Peter Pan even though technically he was a character and not a celebrity

Dare: 1. The Stranger - Billy Joel. 2. You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift. 3. You’ll Be Back - Hamilton. 4. The Trolls - Frozen. 5. Second Chance - Shinedown

2: (truth) What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you in the past week? (dare) Refresh your dashboard and send an anonymous compliment to the person who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash.

Truth: I got tongue tied in front of a cute guy. He either found it adorable or pathetic

Dare: Done

3: (truth) What are your three favorite things about your appearance? (dare) List all nine of your tumblr crushes, and describe each blog/blogger in one word.

Truth: My eyes, my hands, my boobs

Dare: Mint-rumneigh: funny. nope4hope: roommate? potatouprising: nerdy. thegirldownthelaine: cool. wonderwomanlovesyou: fandoms. flynnomalleys: Choices. choicesobsession: Choices. mrsperegrintook: Roommate. an-indecisives-choice: Choices

4: (truth) What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you? (dare) Post the oldest selfie on your camera roll.

Truth: Raised me

Dare: Done

5: (truth) If your parents knew everything you’ve ever done, what would they think is the worst thing? (dare) Tag the three nonmutuals you admire most.

Truth: Probably slapping myself when I fuck up

Dare: @taylorswift @the-average-gatsby @juliajm15

6: (truth) What is the last thing you purchased? (dare) Tag three people you’ve thirst followed.

Truth: McDonalds

Dare: @asimplepotatofarmer @therulesdonotknowme @joshpeck

7: (truth) How many hours did you sleep last night? (dare) Send an anonymous compliment to the last person who followed you.

Truth: Like 7 whole hours but I’m still tired from this week

Dare: Done

8: (truth) If you could go on a date with any of your mutuals, who would it be and what would you do? (dare) Send an anonymous compliment to one of your four “Biggest Fans” on tumblr.

Truth: Therulesdonotknowme but unfortunately I’ve already burned that bridge, I think the only reason we’re still mutuals is because he never gets on tumblr. It would be cute for him to show me around his city

Dare: Done

9: (truth) How did you meet your best friend? (dare) Refresh your dashboard. Open the blog of the person who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash. Reblog their most recent selfie.

Truth: Our parents got us together when we were one

Dare: Couldn’t find one

10: (truth) What was your favorite band five years ago? (dare) Tag a blog that posts very different content from yours, but that you couldn’t imagine not following.

Truth: Glee

Dare: @benditlikegumby

11: (truth) Where did you get each article of clothing you’re wearing right now? (dare) Pick up the closest book to you. Turn to page 39 and copy down line 7.

Truth: Necklace: museum gift shop. Shirt: my friend’s grandma. Pants: goodwill. Glasses: glasses store. Bra: Kohl’s. Underwear: Kohl’s

Dare: It’s blank

12: (truth) What are your five favorite girls’ names and five favorite boys’ names? (dare) Copy and paste the 14th line of text from the last document you worked on in Word or Google Drive.

Truth: Rachel, Diana, Phoenix, Hannah, Star (why I picked it). Shane, Eric, Matt, Lucas, Connor

13: (truth) What’s your most irrational fear? (dare) Tag five mutuals who take amazing selfies.

Truth: Spiders

Dare: @mellifllxous @cultured-pearl @benditlikegumby @im-significant @homofied

14: (truth) If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life (consisting of clothes you already own), what would it be? (dare) Tag someone you follow who has amazing fashion sense.

Truth: A dress that’s comfy but also cute

Dare: @thewonderofafairytale

15: (truth) If you could rock any unusual article of clothing/makeup technique/hairstyle, what would it be? (dare) Go to the blog of the last person you reblogged a text post from. Reblog your favorite of their selfies.

Truth: A bob. But I tried it and I can’t quite rock it

Dare: Couldn’t find one

16: (truth) What is your dream job? (dare) Post the four most recent pictures in your camera roll.

Truth: Something in the film industry

Dare: Pretty much done already, half of them were in another post

17: (truth) Where is the last place you went that took over two hours to get to? (dare) Post screenshots of your phone’s lock screen and home screen.

Truth: Probably somewhere close, fuck the bus

Dare: Done

18: (truth) How old were you when you had your first kiss? If you haven’t had it yet, how old do you want to be? (dare) Go to the last app/tab you opened. Post a screenshot.

Truth: I was 18

Dare: done

19: (truth) What is the first thing you remember having to keep secret? (dare) Tag five bloggers who you associate with being obsessed with something particular, and list what each of them is obsessed with.

Truth: Me and my friend climbing onto the cat structure

Dare: @literally all the choices blogs: Choices. @parfaitfaye: kpop. @cultured-pearl: boys and Taylor Swift (it’s ok me too). @person #1 who I’ve fallen out with: Once Upon a Time. @other person I’ve fallen out with: music. I know they’re not all really tags but I couldn’t think of many

20: (truth) What does your bedroom look like? (dare) Take one selfie and post it. You only get one shot! (No old selfies or retrying, even if you think you look bad)

Truth: Actually pretty cute, pink and turquoise accents, posters and stuff on the walls

Dare: Done

21: (truth) What three fictional characters would you most like to meet? (dare) Write your name down on a piece of paper and draw a quick picture of yourself. Take a photo of it and post it.

Truth: Kelsier from Mistborn, Harry Potter from Harry Potter, Raydan from Choices

Dare: No more pictures, my phone’s dying

22: (truth) What are three things you’re looking forward to? (dare) Tag the last three people you reblogged posts from, and estimate how many followers they have.

Truth: Film shoots later this summer, seeing the cute guy at the gym cafe, getting some damn sleep

Dare: @nayla-sa: 4000. @potatouprising: 1500. @thegirldownthelaine: 2000

23: (truth) What are your three biggest turn ons, and your three biggest turn offs? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Without actually listening to it, write the lyrics to the chorus of the first song.

Truth: I’m bored of this question, I must have answered it a thousand times

Dare: My phone is dying so no

24: (truth) If you could only own five material objects (not counting life necessities like food/water/a house/etc) what would they be? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Post what the first three songs are, and for each one, tag a blog that the song reminds you of.

Truth: Laptop, phone, stuffed dog, crush log, stuffed cat

Dare: Phone is dying so no (i’m on a school computer for the rest of this)

25: (truth) What is the last thing you lied about? (dare) Tag three people you want to know better and ask them each three questions about themselves.

Truth: The reason I was late to work was a half-truth

Dare: Nah fam that’s too much work

26: (truth) What’s the last movie you watched? (dare) Reblog the most recent of your own selfies posted on tumblr, and in the tags say two things you like about your appearance in it?

Truth: Coco

Dare: Done

27: (truth) What are three things you like about yourself unrelated to your appearance? (dare) Post a picture from your camera roll that you’ve been meaning to post on tumblr.

Truth: I’m creative, I’m smart, and I like boys

Dare: Phone is dead

28: (truth) How do you take your coffee? (dare) Post the last picture you posted on a social media platform other than tumblr.

Truth: I don’t

Dare: Phone is dead

29: (truth) What are your worst habits? (dare) Put your Top 25 Most Played songs on shuffle and list the first five.

Truth: Procrastinating, staying up late, eating junk food. Most of my bad habits involve lack of impulse control

Dare: I don’t even know how to do that

30: (truth) What is the last thing you did that you have to keep secret from someone? Who do you have to keep it secret from? (dare) Tag five blogs with great URLs.

Truth: Crushed on a married coworker. I have to keep that secret from pretty much everyone including him

Dare: @irunwithscissorstofeeldangerous @the-average-gatsby @huffylemon @joshpeck @this-is-my-temporary-url (I helped her pick it)

[vonseal]

im procrastinating finishing this fic so here’s a story about how my workplace is haunted

example #1: it���s an old house from the 1700′s. i was learning the ropes when i switched from internship to part-time employee. i was alone in the second story of the house with a senior coworker. the house has three entrances; only one of them is unlocked when we’re inside, and there’s a giant cowbell, so if you open the door, EVEN SLIGHTLY, that damn cowbell with just start ringing. there’s only one other door that’s closed, and that’s the basement door.

so learning the ropes, yadda yadda yadda. suddenly we hear a door slam shut. weird, bc we’re the only ppl inside, but we’re both like, “oh someone else must have come in.” so we go downstairs to look, but everything is completely normal.

senior coworker shrugs and says, “probably the wind.” yeah right.

example #2: im in there alone doing some opening or closing duties, i forgot. i’m on the first floor checking the rooms. i hear footsteps upstairs. i’m alone, so i yell out, “hello???” no reply. i continue my business bc i don’t believe in ghosts.

example #3: new guy starts. he’s my fave. he’s giant and has a big bushy beard and a man bun and a deep voice and he yells to get peoples’ attention and he calls me “possum” (he’s gone and it’s still my nickname around the joint). he learns the closing duties, and he goes to close the house one late afternoon. i hear him on the walkie-talkie channel we use and he goes, “possum, we have an issue. there’s an issue.”

“what’s up, papa bear?” i ask

“i’ll tell you when i get back, it’s weird.”

he gets back and explains that he had gone inside the house to turn on the alarm, after closing everything down. the moment he shut the front door (the cowbell one), he heard a loud voice talking to him right outside the door. he thought it was one of us, so he opened the door to ask what the issue was. talking stopped and no one was around. he alarmed the site and ran all the way back to our main building.

im starting to believe in ghosts.

example #4: my boss is a nutcase and makes me do tons of research she never picks up later so i still have folders of shit that she just wanted me to research. one of them was the family tree of the family who used to live on our property. i accept bc i get paid to look at old newspapers, that’s hella fun. i spend weeks pouring over every single old newspaper i can find through a website u have to pay for, god bless it was interesting.

found one article that talks about a death in the family. the man who used to own the property had ten children - one of his daughters married a man whose nickname was “The Devil.” he shot her and she died. newspaper article indicated the “accident” took place inside of “the large stone building.” 

aka our homesite.

so i believe in ghosts.

example #5: word comes out that part-time employees are no longer allowed to close down the homesite (they added on a new part-time employee, and they didn’t want to give her the passcode, and to make it fair, they put us on the same level). coworkers had been doing it instead. one afternoon, though, coworker asked me to do it. “i love disobeying rules,” i replied, “but why me?”

“i’ll tell you when you come back.”

i close the site, come back, demand the story.

“something’s fucking weird in that house,” said coworker. no more explanation. 

example #6: i have guests in the house with me. we’re on the first floor and i ask if they have questions.

“yeah,” one of them raises their hand. “i thought there was only one tour per hour.”

“there is, and this is it,” i replied.

“well there’s footsteps. someone else is in here.”

i fall quiet and listen. sure enough, we all hear footsteps in the next room. i investigate. footsteps stop and i find nothing.

“it was probably the wind,” i lie bc i’m a professional i can’t be a ghost believer right now.

example #7: nothing recently has happened. i forget about it. i’m alone in there often and never experience anything weird.

UNTIL TWO DAYS AGO

three of us remain as regular workers. everyone else left (bc of our nutcase boss, who also left). we’re inside our modern building (1999, very modern and white and cool). im in the front office, coworker is allllll the way in the back so ignore her existence for now, and rental manager is upstairs. the cleaning crew is in the building. i hear them take the elevator downstairs. elevator is next to my office so i peek out to see them get off. i tell them to have a nice day. they leave.

i sit back in my chair. suddenly, the elevator is running again. i figure, “manager must be coming down. or maybe a cleaning crew member is upstairs.”

i think nothing of it.

manager comes downstairs maybe thirty seconds later. she looks confused.

“i was coming out of my office,” she said, “and suddenly i hear the elevator. it comes up and opens. it only does that if someone upstairs presses the button.”

“maybe a malfunction?” i remain optimistic.

“WE’RE FUKIN HAUNTED, POSSUM.” my manager is not so optimistic

this has been seal procrastinating bc she never believed in ghosts until she started working at this godforsaken place.

[such-a-common-girl]

“Irresistible” Chapter 5 Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 2,886

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, oral sex (fem. receiving), fluff, gun use, threats of being shot, angst

a/n: omg im sorry it took me forever to get this chapter out but ITS WORTH IT I PROMISE

ch. 1  ch. 2   ch. 3  ch. 4  

“Oh my, fuck,” You moan out, tangling your hands in Dean’s hair as he moves his tongue up and down your clit.

“Dean, yes,” You start to roll your hips. Dean grabs on to your thighs to hold you down, flicking his tongue at a faster pace. You can feel the familiar heat rising up in your lower area, indicating that your orgasm is near. You bring your hand up to your breasts, playing with your nipple as Dean now enters two fingers inside of you as well.

The pleasure is almost too much to handle. He really knows what he is doing.

“I’m coming, oh god, yes,” You yell out, and release yourself over him. Dean gets up from between your thighs, a smile plastered on his face.

“I will never get tired of this.” Dean smirks, bringing himself up on top of you.

It’s only seven in the morning, but Dean recently has been waking you up more often than not quite pleasurably. Whether it be sex or him eating you out like you’re candy, mornings have proven to be amazing with this man.

Lately, Dean’s been staying at your house while he was in town, which was not very often anymore. He basically moved in- he even has a key to the house and extra clothes for when he stays over. He’s been extremely busy with work lately, so anytime he had at home, he spent it with you. Whether that be at your house, or out going on dates, you’re spending almost all of your time together.

You love him, you know this. Who couldn’t love this man? He’s perfect in every way possible. He’s treated you better than any man has ever treated you before. You know there are things about his past that he is keeping from you, but you know that it’s for a reason. Ever since that talk you two had a few months ago, you haven’t brought it up since. He’ll tell you whenever he is ready.

“Don’t go to work today.” Dean breathes out, lying down next to you in bed. His hand is playing with your hair, and his other hand was rubbing circles on your stomach.

“If I miss another day of work to stay at home and have sex with you, I think my boss will fire me.” You laugh. “She’s lenient, but not that much.”

“Baby, one more day and I won’t ask again. I have to leave tomorrow morning with Sam and I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, and I’ll have to stay at my house tonight since we’re leaving early. I’ll come over after you get off but that’s not nearly enough time to do to you what I want.” Dean whines.

“Why don’t you skip work this time, huh?” You tease, knowing very well that he can’t. “Actually be home for more than a week at a time.”

“Would if I could, but I’ve got people to save.” Dean smiles, kissing your forehead. “Vampires are nasty sons of bitches.”

“I’m sorry?” You give Dean a look, pulling away from him slightly.

Did he just say vampires?

“It was a joke.” Dean says quickly, panic spreading throughout his face. “Sometimes we, uh, we call criminal ‘vampires’. You know, because they normally only commit crimes at night. FBI lingo, sorry. Sometimes I forget you’re not… one of us.” A weak smile crosses his face.

“You agents are odd.” You laugh. “I’m still not calling in to work, though.”

“Damn.” Dean groans, and pulls you closer to him.

“I’m going to be late if I don’t get out of bed now. I need to shower still.” You say, but don’t make any effort to move yourself out of Dean’s grasp.

“I’ll only let you go if I can shower with you.”

~

“So, tell me about this man of yours. Dean, right?” Your coworker, another nurse named Amanda, asks you from across the nurse’s station. You two were both on your lunch break, and since she was the only other nurse you really talked to, you two usually spent yours together. You would even go as far as considering the two of you friends.

“Yeah, Dean. He’s great.” You admit, taking a bite of your sandwich. “He’s so sweet, Mandy. He brought me flowers the other day. He claimed he wasn’t the romantic type, but he’s surely contradicting himself.���

“I just think it’s the cutest thing ever that you’re his first actual girlfriend and he’s, what, thirty nine?” Amanda raises her eyebrows. “And by that picture you showed me of him, he’s a fuckin’ catch. You seemed to tie down the player, huh?”

“I suppose.” You shrug. “We’re not exactly official, I guess. He promised me that he’s not with any other girls, but that he just needed time. He’s got a lot of baggage, I guess.”

“You two have been seeing each other for almost six months now, and you aren’t official? And you haven’t met his brother or his friends? Or been to his house? Or know anything about his personal life?” She frowns. “That doesn’t make you nervous?”

“No, I trust him. He’s genuine, and he’s truthful. He told me how it was and was honest with me from the beginning, and assured me that he just needed time. I trust him.” You repeat. You’re not sure if you’re trying to convince Amanda or yourself.

“I wish I had the same amount of trust in my man as you do. If Chris was out constantly for work, days at a time, I’d surely be afraid that he was cheating on me.” Amanda sighs. “But I’m glad that you can trust him.”

You smile at her, choosing not to respond. The thought has crossed your mind, but like you said, you trust him. He wouldn’t lie to you, right?

You finish up your sandwich and throw your trash away just in time for your lunch break to be over. Only six more hours until you can see Dean. Seven couldn’t come soon enough.

“Good luck with your patient in thirty seven, he was an asshole to me the entire time you were on break.” Another nurse, Nia, says to you.

“Yeah, should’ve warned you, he’s-“

“EVERYONE PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” A man comes up to the desk, dressed in black and with a black ski mask covering his face, holding a handgun towards you three.

Fear instantly sinks into your chest, and your heart begins to race. Out of instinct, you reach your hand to the red “emergency” button on your desk that alerted security to come.

You raise your hands up in the air, backing away from the man. You feel like crying, you’re so afraid, but you refuse. You don’t want to show the man holding a gun at you that you’re afraid.

“Where is Johnathan Lee?” He screamed, shaking the gun and making you jump. “I know he’s a fucking patient here, where the fuck is he? If you don’t tell me, I will shoot you.”

“There is no Johnathan Lee here.” Your voice comes out shaky. You hope that he can’t tell that you’re lying. There was, in fact, a Johnathan Lee here. He was the patient that came in on a drug overdose. But you weren’t going to let him get shot. “He got transferred out of this unit yesterday.”

“You’re a fucking liar! I’m giving you one more chance to tell me before I shoot.” He cocks his head at you, and you begin to panic.

“I told you, he was transferred yesterday.”

A gunshot rung out in the air, and you swear you could feel it barely miss you. It hit the cabinet behind you, and you were right- it just barely missed you.

“Put the gun down!” A police officer yells. You look over to him, and an entire team of officers were coming in. The armed man pointed the gun towards the officers, and suddenly it was a standoff.

“Put the gun down, now.” Another officer says. “We know who you are. So just put down the gun, and no one is going to get hurt.”

After some thinking, the man puts down the gun. You breathe a sigh of relief, a weight lifted off your chest. You’ve never genuinely thought you might die before.

The officers immediately put the man in cuffs, and take him out. They question you some, but you’re too shaken up to remember any of the conversation. You remember that they vaguely told you something about more people coming in to ask you questions.

“You can go home, Y/N. You deserve it.” Your boss comes up to you, patting your shoulder and handing you a glass of water. “Amanda and Nia went home hours ago.”

“Police told me to stay here. Said people would be coming to ask me more questions.” You say, taking a drink of the water she gave you.

As if on que, a man and a woman wearing FBI uniforms come up to you and your boss. You instantly remember Dean, and are desperate to go home and see him. You need to see him right now.

“FBI.” They show you their badges. “Are you Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Do you mind if we ask you some questions?”

They go through some questions, things you presumed were the standard ones they must ask. You gathered from them that the man who came in here was a drug dealer who had sold to the patient that he came in to kill. The patient apparently didn’t pay him, and he was coming after revenge.

“We’re sorry you had to experience this, Miss. Is there anyone we can call for you to come pick you up? It’s helpful to have loved ones around you after a traumatizing experience like this.” The male agent tells you, sympathy in his eyes.

“Um, yeah. My… My boyfriend works for the FBI? Out of the office downtown? His name is Dean Winchester, can you call him for me? I forgot my phone at home this morning.” You say shakily.

“Give me one minute.” The man nods, and walks down the hallway.

You stand beside your chair in silence, waiting for the agent to return. He looks over at you, and calls his partner over to him. You start to get worried, and you walk over there to him.

“Is something wrong?” You question.

“Are you sure your boyfriend works out of this office here?” The woman says.

“I’m positive.”

“Um… There is not a Dean Winchester that works at our office, ma’am. I just searched our entire list of employees and he is not listed for our city, or anywhere in Kansas for that matter.”

Your mouth goes dry.

“Look again.” You say after a few moments of silence.

“Ma’am, I looked twice already, he isn’t-“

“Look again.” You snap. The tears are already threatening to spill from your eyes, and this time, they might win.

You knew Dean was keeping things from you, that wasn’t a secret. But blatantly lying about his job? You can’t do this. Not today.

“He’s not listed.” The female agent says again.

“Thank you for your time.” You walk away from them, stomping over to the workers longue to grab your purse so you can leave.

As soon as you get into the room, you fall onto the floor and start crying. You can’t hold in it any longer. What has Dean told you that is the truth? Was it all a lie?

~

Tonight was the night.

It’s the night that Dean was finally going to make it official. He was going to ask you to be his, one hundred percent. You would officially be his girlfriend.

He wasn’t ready to tell you the full truth yet- no. Not because he doesn’t want to tell you (okay, maybe he doesn’t- it does make him look utterly psycho if you were to not believe him), but because you weren’t ready for that. He was doing it for your own good.

But a relationship? Fuck, Dean wanted that with you so badly. He tried to put this off as long as possible, trying to convince himself that it wouldn’t work. That he can’t do this with you. But the more time he’s spending with you, the more he realizes how much he cares for you. It was only this morning that Dean realized that he loved you. When he genuinely wanted to spend the entire day with you, and not just for sex (although that was in the plan as well.) He knew that his feelings were growing stronger by the day for you, but that confirmed it for him. He loves you.

He was going to tell you that tonight, too.

Dean has it all set out. He was going to take you out to the diner that he had taken you to on your first date, even order the same thing. Then he was going to take you back to your house and watch The Walking Dead with you, because he knows how much you love that show and you’re always trying to get him to watch it with you.

He didn’t exactly have a set time for when he was going to tell you he loved you, but he figured it would come out at some point during the night.

Dean loves you, and he’ll do anything to show that to you.

“Of course she forgot her phone here.” Dean rolls his eyes as he walks into your house, seeing you weren’t home yet. “I hope she gets here soon.”

~

You have no idea how you got home without getting into a car accident.

Your mind was running wild, and tears were clouding your vision. You weren’t paying attention to the road one bit.

“Fuck.” You curse when you see Dean’s impala in your driveway. He was the last person you wanted to see right now. You had already called your sister to see if she could come stay with you for a while, or vice versa- you just wanted to get away from everything for a while.

You park your car, getting out and walking to your door. You walk inside to see Dean playing with your dog, acting like everything is good in the world.

“Hey- woah, what’s wrong?” Dean gets up, rushing over to you.

“I had an… interesting day at work.” You fake smile at him.

“Bad?”

“We’ll get to that later. I wanna hear about your day at work. What’d you do?” You ask him, and he’s obviously startled by the question. Asking him about his job was typically off limits, since everything he did was ‘top secret’ and he could get fired if he told anyone, or at least that’s what he told you.

“It was a pretty slow day, just did some paperwork. Nothing much.” Dean says slowly. “You’re freaking me out, tell me what’s wrong.”

“So, nothing happen today, huh? No bad guys to catch?”

“Like I said, it was a slow day. Everyone stayed around the office for the most part.”

“Hm. Interesting.” You say, setting your purse down on the floor and walking past him. “Let me tell you about my day at work. It was going great, until a man came in and shot at me.”

“What the fuck-“

“Let me finish.” You snap. “He missed. Obviously. The FBI came in to question me, though. Wanna know what I learned from them? That you’re not an agent! How fucking weird is that?”

“Y/N, I can explain-“

“Oh, I would love to hear this explanation.” You snort. “Let me guess- it’s complicated? I wouldn’t understand? You have a lot of baggage? Well, here’s the thing- I’m over that. I’m tired of the secrecy, and apparently, the lies as well! I fucking love you, you know that? I thought you might love me too, but you obviously don’t.”

“No, no, no, Y/N, I love you, too. So goddamn much. Please just let me-“

“Tell me everything. Now. Or I’m done.”

“I can’t, fuck, Y/N, please just trust me…”

“You lost your trust. So, if you’re not going to tell me, get out of my fucking house.”

Dean looks at you, hurt filling his eyes. You’re hurt, too. You want to just burst out crying, you love Dean so much. Ever since you first met him. But you can’t do this, not unless you get the truth from him.

He just shakes his head and walks out the door, slamming it behind him. You fall to your knees in front of the door, letting the tears fall out once more. He left. He chose his secrets and lies over you.

But little did you know, Dean was still at the other side of the door, tears falling down his face, too.

~

Ch. 6

a/n: ok ok ok ok ok ok please don’t hate me I promise it will get better like omfg im sorry but i promise!

TAG LIST: @maximoffangel-girl @captainradicalpassion @enyacascade @maybe-a-winchester @i-just-wanna-live-gc

[datingadviceonreddit]

This is gonna be a long story and may not be as full of thrill as you might expect, but I would really appriciate any advice or insight I could get, so bear with me, if you can.Tldr: Manipulative ex gf thanked me for getting her through school and family isssues for 8 years by screwing her coworker and letting me find the used panties.Since there´s a lot of talk about abuse in relationships I´ve come to think about my last relationship and whether my (27m) ex-gf (25f) emotionally abused me. This is in no form a talk of physical abuse, but coming out of the bubble I was in, when I was still with her, I think that some things she did to me would be considered insane, if a guy did that to his girl.For background: I met my ex-gf when I was 18. She was 16 and seemed like the sweetest girl in the world. She was exactly my type, sweet, caring and came from a shitty family background, which I absolutely do not. Not only did I fell madly in love with her, I also wanted to help her overcome all the losses and insecurities she had dealt with. Her father was a women hating alcoholic pos that died when she was 13 and most likely killed himself. He had told her literally since the day she was born that she was trash, because she was a girl. When the nurse said he had become father to a wonderful daughter he replied with "well the dumb ones loose their cock". So that´s the kind of guy that had indoctrinated her to think she was worthless and would end up like her mother. Her mum was kind, but also one of the dumbest and most ignorant people I have ever met. During the 8 years of our relationship I have met so many new "step dads" for my ex, that I´m pretty sure I must have forgotten some.For the first two years our relationship was seemingly fine. I showed her that she could become anything she wanted, helped her with school, with bullies, her idiotic mother, her ignorant brother and so much stuff, my life basically consisted of nothing more than making sure she was alright. She had depression, an eating disorder and on top of that she had a habit of taking care of any animal she could get her hands on. When we first met, she had three cats, two bunnies and a horse. When we split it was still three cats, a dog, the horse and a pony. Financing almost everything about them alone and taking care of them 24/7 while doing school or working. This has made up a huge part of our live and tbh - I miss this so much it breaks my heart.I admired her for caring for all of them and over the years I got so involved I took care of the animals like they were my own. I have spent nights and days at our barn making sure the horses were fine and raised our dog for 7 years with her. Loosing the dog was the worst part for me honestly.Anyways during the first two years she kinda looked up to me I guess. I helped her through school, getting a job and eventually to become a nurse. I accompanied her to exams, even pretty much wrote a major paper for her (I know) and what not.I cant really tell at what point the dynamic shifted but I guess it was somewhere around our third year together. She always had a temper and when she got mad, it was like all she could see was red and the things she sometimes said to me were so humiliating and mean that today I would walk out the second the first thing came out of anyones mouth.It got worse and worse and to give you a bigger picture I will list some things out of the last two years:- She twisted anything I said all the time. Sometimes she raged all of a sudden over a thing I had allegedly said the day before. She made up entire conversations that had never happened and when I called out this bs she came up with things like "so youre calling me a liar" and the fight continued from there on- she constantly accused me of cheating even though I was carrying her on my hands like a princess, caring for her and her pets 24/7 and if I got mad, she got even more mad, insisting that I had no right to get mad over the accusation, because that would be a sign they were true. I had caught her texting at least two guys she lied to me about in a semi explicit way, but of course when I caught her it was my fault.- She called me names, yelled at me, told me to fuck off and when I left she said if I would leave we´d be done.It was like that at least once every two weeks, probably more often.Im sorry if this is a little confusing to follow. It is hard to grasp being humiliated and manipulated over a course of years and put it into sentences.Still, here is something that really stuck with me.I was going on walks with her horses and her at least four times a week. It was hard work, and she constantly told me how bad I was at handling the horses and what not, even though pressuring me and punishing me if I did not come along, because she had more work to do then. When we went on walks we would bring large garbage bags and gloves to pick up the horse sht. We were walking through neighborhoods and streets and didnt want to leave it jus there. That one day she told me to get the bags so we could go. I went into your shed, grabbed them from the usual chair they were on and put them into my pocket. These are regualy folded trash bags from a role like you probably use every other day. So at some point the horse does its duty and I hand my ex-gf the bag, she unfolds it and sees it has a giant hole at the bottom which was not visible before. It was a fabrication mistake which you could only see once you really wanted to use it. She then screamed at me on a street in full daylight with people around how dumb I was to not see this before, if I could do anything right and tbh, it was the ususal talk for me. I told her there was no way of knowing for me and that I had just taken them from the usual place. She then told me that she had already known that apparently the whole role had been like this but she did not throw them away. So she knew I would grab these and it would play out like this or just didnt think about it herself. She literally screamed at me and still insisted I was too stupid to do basic tasks and here comes the part that was really bad for me.Apparently she had also forgotten to bring the gloves we use to pick the shit up and since it was my fault the bag was broken I would have to pick the shit up with my bare hands. I really dont find horse shit gross compared to dog or whatever shit but it still is what it is and it was a lot. There was screaming at me not to be a little bitch and pick up the shit and find a way the bag will hold it. The worst thing for me about this that I was actually on my knees, over the pile and I was so close to pick it up, it makes me sick thinking about it. Eventually I told her Im not doing it, she just walked away silently and told me once we´re back at the barn I could leave.Now you wonder, why I didnt leave. Its simple. I loved her more than anything. She had a habit to apologize so sincerely a day after her usual tantrums, I just believed her. She would come a day later and tell me that she would just get consumed by rage and couldnt help but talking like while at the same time not meaning anything of it sincerely. Shed tell me shed love me, be nothing without me, love the way I treat her and her animals and that I should believe her that nothing of what she says in rage mode is what she actually feels. I always believed that. For 8 damn years I believed this shit.The last year was one of the best and still the worst. We moved in together after she had finished becoming a nurse and me almost finishing law school. We had fixed her relationship with her mother, her brother, got her her dream job and I dont want to be an asshole but I had guided her through all of it. Her family was a full on nightmare when it came to communication and I had always felt like the only sane person at the table being with them. The reason this is important is, I always excused her irrational behaviour with the trouble and stress that was always constant in her life. Her horse had also been sick for years and for the first time we could sleep without fearing it would be dead on the grass the next morning.So the foundation was good. At least thats what I thought. I remember two weeks before the relationship ended, she asked me whether I was still planning to marry her. I looked at her as honestly as I could and said yes and I meant it with all my heart. You shouldve seen the look on her face. She was the happiest girl in the world and I was sure this would be a turning point.Then she had a christmas party from work. I drove her there so she could drink. Told her to enjoy herself, she had deserved it after all the stress and I would pick her up till 3 in the morning because Id have to feed the horses at 7 and needed at least a bit of sleep.She did not react to my messages once and came home at around 5:30. Told me she had danced a lot with a coworker that had hit on her prior and I was pissed, but trusted her and did not want to ruin her one night out right after it ended. That was on a friday. The next morning, saturday, everything was fine. I had taken out the horses and we went on a 3 hour walk with them in the afternoon and I had to study after that for the rest of the day. She was sweet to me but kinda hung on her phone a lot and always made sure to take it with her everytime she left the room, which was kind of suspicious to me but I thought Id just be paranoid.So far everything still was fine. On sunday it all changed. She got up in the morning and was pissed right away. We had plans for the day and she canceled them because of light rain which usually never bothered us. She acted pissed until early afternoon and suddenly told me shed go see the horses. I wanted to join her but she wanted to go alone and walk there. That was a thirty minute walk in rain and by the time shed have walked back once she was done there it wouldve been dark outside and people got robbed a lot where we had to walk. I let her go and once it was time to feed the horses I got in my car to suprise her, so she wouldnt have to walk home in the dark. When I arrived all hell broke loose. Suddenly she told me that ever sinced I moved in with her she had no real home anymore. That I was just a dog to her, not a real man and that I was taking the air she breathed from her. She said shed go to bed early cause thats the only time she could spent without me. Just to note this here, she had yelled at me numerous times because I couldnt go to bed with her because I had to study.The idiot I was I still offered her to ride her home and then go to my brothers place so she could get some peace and we had a chance to talk at night or in the morning. Well she did not have any of that and told me to fuck off. I drove to my brother, she walked home and we only talked the next morning when she broke up with me and kicked me out.Two days later she called me to tell me something. Of course we couldnt meet at a neutral place, I had to come to her and we talked were our (her) horses stood with my australian shepherd I had raised for 7 years and never saw again after that day. She told me she had fucked her coworker. I dont know what happened at the christmas party but I guess they did not fuck there, but made out or something. Then the day after she kicked me out she went over while his gf was at work so they could screw. Not 24hours later after she had broken up with me, who had taken care of her for so long. She did not tell me this to rub it into my face. She wanted to come clean I guess. But the worst thing about this was what she told me after that confession. She said she knows how bad she treated me over all these years, the things she said to me, the manipulation and all of that and that she had come to the realization, everything she ever told me while she was raging and then took back was what she truly thought of me. That I was no man for her, just a dog following her orders. She had no reason at all to tell me this, I dont know why she did it, but even tough this was 1,5years ago I still think about this every day.I left and wanted to hug my dog one last time. That little thing was so shaken, she wouldnt leave my ex-gfs side, leaving my last interaction with her, her backing away from me and completely refusing to let me touch her. Thinking of this makes me die a little inside. The next day I went over to our flat to get my stuff. I had to go through the laundry basket to get the last of my unwashed clothes out of there and right on top was the thong completely covered in jizz she wore when he fucked her. The nicest present she could have made me to get the hell out of there. Did I mention that the day after she fucked him she actually called me, panicking and asking me whether Id remember the last times she had taken her pill. I had no idea of the other guy at that point and assured her the last time we had sex was a while ago so it woulnt matter.Guess she panicked after he nutted raw in her.The funny thing about this is that this and her cheating was one of the things that kept me from suicide. It was a really close call in all honesty, but even though I was in such a bad shape that I lost 60 pounds in 8 weeks because I could not eat or sleep the last bit of pride kept me alive. I did not want to go out because of some bitch that rather fucked some other cheater than keeping the one that loved her more than himself.Hats off if you made it this far. I will end this on a positive note. Im taken again. Shes wonderful. I have grown as a person so much, I think Im nowhere near the same guy and never will be again. The day my ex saw me updating my relationship status on facebook, she stalked my gf and since you could see the bar shes a waitress at, she was there the very next day checking her out. Accompanied by her coworker of course, who is still with his gf that he cheated on.My ex messaged me lately because covid, wishing me and my family the best after I had not heard from her in about a year. I replied with "thanks, you too." I want to be a good person. Im glad I made it out of this abusive (?) relationship. Will put a tldr at the top and fix typos later.God I miss my dog. via /r/dating_advice

[saintkimora]

work

work was nice today! i havent talked about the details of this job very much but i have this coworker named nicole who works many days a week like i do and she is so fucking irritating talking to her stresses me out bc it is such an unpleasant experience. yesterday she was working the shift after me but got to school an hour early and i was working the atrium and she came in and she was like “oh i guess ill just keep you company until its time for my shift!” i lost all hope that day she talked to me for THIRTY MINUTES before going upstairs to get ready for her shift and it was awful i fucking hated every minute of it. i was trying to watch jersey shore in peace but instead i had to deal with that. shes so boring shes obsessed with traveling (a GIANT warning sign that someone has zero personality) and like.....starbucks and ben and jerrys and whatever the fuck and she watches jersey shore too so i tried to talk to her about that but she just stans for the random guys so i couldnt even connect to her about that. and shes so extra like we have walkie talkies so all the staff can contact each other and she is ALWAYS asking questions to the supervisor on the walkie its annoying. like figure it out your damn self. like she calls a supervisor every time a guests ID is invalid on the check in thing like who CARES...........just let them in its not that serious. and today she was doing the laundry and she kept asking deirdre the supervisor questions about how to do it every 5 seconds i couldnt take it anymore i picked up the walkie and pressed the button and i was like “nicole you are so high maintenance oh my god” then deirdre the supervisor walked by me like 2 seconds later and she was laughing about lmao 

i did not mean to write that much about her but i havent complained about her to anyone so it kinda all came pouring out. ANYWAYS the real reason i wanted to make this post was because i am finally getting close to my coworkers!! and not nicole she already thinks we’re friends which could not be farther from the truth but like my supervisor deirdre and this other supervisor who worked an earlier shift but stayed in the gym working out during our shift bc she wanted to hang out with deirdre....idk her name but this supervisor is so ICONIC i thought she would have a more down to earth normal personality based on first impressions but she is actually an extreme woman.....like she is sooooooo funny bc shes like mean but shes so matter of fact about it like she talks so much shit like its nothing

and theres like 4 regulars at the gym who are SO hot omfg.....like theres this one guy who always has his shirt tucked in to his shorts and his ass and arms are so nice and today he was like doing that exercise where you pick up a barbell and squat with it and his ass was facing me and yall it was SO nice oh my god like i was so shook......and the other guy is soooo cute hes thicc and has such a cute belly and scruff....and the other 2 guys i dont really have anything noteworthy to mention but im just saying like......i really have a job where i just sit there and watch hot guys work out like UGH this job....it amazes me sometimes

[fuck-customers]

Okay. I gotta rant about this dude.

So I've posted a few snippets about this guy in the comments, but now im just gonna do a full rant to get it out. Most of the shit he did, he did outside of the time he worked with me, so I'm only going to rant about him as a coworker. Yeah, so this dude is a former friend of mine who we will refer to as Shitbag. So Shitbag hit on some hard times so I got him a job with me as a housekeeper at the hotel I worked at. And I would like to note that this guy was manipulative as fuck and I held my tongue about pretty much everything for the sake of the "friendship" So here's a list of what Shitbag did as my coworker: 1. He doesnt read a crowd. He claimed that he likes to be "that guy" at work and "finds boundries by pushing them". Basically, he was an insensitive asshole to everyone. (Gee. Wonder why everyone hated him at this and his next job that he had for a month.) 2. This isn't work related, but it happened at work? He confronted me and apparently I (engaged at the time and now married) was coming onto his girlfriend too strong and needed to back off cuz it made him insecure? 3. He would try to paint me as anything less than a sweet treasure to be around to my favorite supervisor. I wouldn't give my coworkers the "retail" smile. I was genuinely nice to them because that's what I do to help with my social anxiety. And I really need it to stay as such in the workplace because it helps me counter the "everyone hates me" paranoia thoughts I get. But he would go and say how "we" (him) lied to a guest, or how I can be just as good at lying as he is. (Why would you even say that?) 4. I almost always bought him lunch. He bought me lunch like 3 times. I bought him lunch 20 times. He would say that he'd pay me back and wouldnt. 5. I know when you got paid and how much, motherfucker (we had the same exact hours) you pay less bills and rent than i do. Where the fuck is your part of the phone bill THAT I ADDED YOU ONTO SO YOU COULD COMMUNICATE WITH THE SUPERVISORS AT WORK (I have since repoed that phone I got him and removed him from the bill) 6. Took an hour and a half on a room that should've taken 25 minutes max. On every. single. room. 7. The day before Easter (2017), I was so sick, i collapsed and had to be sent home. The next day, I came back and was told that Shitbag would be working with me so I could take it easy. I told him numerous times "Hey. I'm super sick and can't move too fast, and we dont have a lot of work. Let's just go as fast as we can" and each time, would he would whine about not getting "golden time" (overtime on top of holiday overtime). Despite me desperately needing to go home and getting worse as the day went on, he dragged his feet cuz he knew I couldn't pick up his slack. Shitbag got his precious "golden time" and my favorite supervisor yelled at us. (She was a bit easier on me since i was sick) 8. I KNOW YOU STOLE THAT GUEST'S MONEY! YOU'RE DAMN LUCKY I DIDN'T HAVE PROOF! 9. I KNOW YOU STOLE ITEMS TOO YOU MOTHERFUCKER! 10. Why are you going through the guest's stuff? We need to make the beds and get out. STOP TOUCHING THINGS! 11. Every time I came close to having an actual panic attack from his TOUCHING EVERYTHING THAT BELONGED TO A GUEST, he would make it seem like I was overreacting and that *I* was wrong for NOT LETTING HIM BREAK POLICY because that somehow made me a control freak. 12. Supervisor A was a d-bag. But I can't say that Shitbag didn't earn some of it by literally going out of his way to be a passive-aggressive dick. 13. I had to give Shitbag a ride to work. It didn't matter how early I got there or texted him. He almost always made me "late" (i was on time, but the other housekeepers had already clocked in and grabbed all the supplies. So I would end up starting late cuz i had to scrounge up more supplies). He said it was cuz his gf's mom (he lived with his gf and her family) kept talking to him and wouldnt let him leave. I later found out from his now ex-girlfriend that her mom was always asleep and he would just stand around. 14. "I used to come into work high at my old job all the time" "Okay, but please dont do that here because that'll fall back on me because I recommended you" "But it's fine though" "But I'm asking you as a friend though" "fiiiiine" and then 2 weeks after he quit, G (the residential pothead coworker) told me how he used to brag all the time about being "high as fuck rn" 15. You quit after 3 months cuz it was too hard? You put in minimal effort, made it a point to make enemies with other staff members, CAME IN HIGH, all while watching me break my back every day while carrying your ass so you didnt get fired. But no, im sorry. YOU had it soooo much harder! 16. I told you that I was sick and on the verge of puking. And now all of the sudden, you're sick too (you were fine until I told you). I vomitted. Now suddenly, you gotta vomit too. I was in so much pain, I went into shock. Your (now Ex. Cuz i like rubbing it in) girlfriend came to take me home. She of course asked me if I was okay and gave me the run down of concerned questions. You ran over to her "Honey, I dont wanna scare you, but I threw up blood" I had to comfort her for the rest of the morning because you freaked her the fuck out and there was nothing she could do. 17. Unless i was already in a dark mood, you would pick at my confidence when we were alone at work. I didn't realize it until nearly a year after and I don't understand why you felt the need to do that. 18. You were a general displeasure to work with and I was glad when you quit.

[fuck-customers]

always f*#%ing tip

a long one, and im not that sorry

I work at a well known chain restaurant we’ll call Pepper’s as the opening/morning bartender. Not many people sit at the bar in the morning, and I make my money through tips, so the servers let me pick up a few tables from time to time (only two two-top tables are in my section, easy enough).

The bane of my existence is To-Go/Pick-Up, which, as bartender, I am in charge of. So my daily to do list is prep supplies for evening bartender (sweet n sour, strawberry blend, fresh sour, etc.), restock anything and everything running low (beer bottles, chop garnishes), serve anyone who sits at the bar, serve my tables, make drinks for the servers, and to-go/pick-up (and a lot of the time, I have to clean up after the closing bartender does a shit job of cleaning, but that’s something else entirely).

But this is mostly about people who either call or place an order online for pick-up. The amount of times I’ve run myself ragged trying to serve my customers and make drinks is numerous AND do pick-up at the same time. Why not just not take tables? Then I’m likely walking away from my 7 hour shift with 20 bucks in my pocket (as opposed to maybe an extra $10 I might make off of the people willing to sit in my section, i.e. right by the kitchen door). Mind you, bartenders still only get paid hourly what servers are paid, which is not even 2.50/hr.

my job isn’t the only job that sucks, and sometimes a server might be willing to help me out if I say please, i get it, but people who order pick-up are fucking A grade sometimes.

Let me tell one or two.

We have basic caller ID. Doesn’t always work, but who cares, really. Except. Ex, fucking, cept. There’s a 800 service number that calls maybe every other week or so. We know who they are when we pick up the phone. Me and pretty much any other bartender. My one manager, who I actually like and respect, even knows when they call. When it was my first time dealing with them, he forewarned me “Show this lady absolutely everything. She’ll say you dont have to, but I don’t care. Every single box of food, open it and show her, because every single time, they call back and say something is wrong.” Even if they’re ordering $200 of food? “Yes. I dont care. Do it. They’re a pain in my ass.” Okay. Got it.

First time I answer, she starts ordering lunch combos. She only says the entrée, not the appetizer, so I stop her to ask what each one is getting for an appetizer. It’s called a lunch COMBO, meaning more than one, lady, and since they order from us all the time they should know that. She starts talking to people away from the phone. I begin to tell her that she can call back when she cuts me off to say “Hold on just a sec, I’ll ask them.”

Talks to her coworkers again.

“What are your appetizers for the lunch combos again?”

I tell her.

“You know what? Hold on, I’ll call you back.”

Then hangs up.

I tell my manager she’ll call back. He proceed to tell me that every single time this lady calls, she does the “Could you hold on just a sec?” thing, as if we have nothing better to do than to wait for her and her coworkers.

Half hour goes by. Lunch rush beginning to come in. Phone call.

I answer. During the ten minutes it takes to get this order in, the food for my customers is ready, so I’m rushing to get this over with.

Bill is almost $200 (im psychic). She asks how long it might take. I begin to say maybe a half hour, and my manager (who has been eavesdropping in order to start making this order) gives a panicked shake of his head. I tell them that it’s rather busy (it is) and there food may be ready in 40 to 50 minutes.

Maybe 15 minutes go by, I’m rather busy taking care of my other customers, other pick-ups and all, when that damn 800 number comes up again. I ask manager to answer, he complies. He puts her on hold. I ask what the problem is. He says she’s asking for the total. With a slight smirk on his face, he says he told her, “Actually, could you hold on just a sec?” and then put her on hold without waiting for an answer. Another fives minutes goes by, and then he tells her the total.

I’m still doing my job to the best of my capabilities, which involves numerous other customers when she comes in. I have almost twenty boxes of various sizes stacked, all just for her. It takes a few minutes to show and bag her every single box. When I begin, she says I don’t have to. I say it’s company policy. I show her even the simple house salads and soups, and their dressings. At this point, I’m taking care of two or three pick-up orders at once, which isn’t uncommon. I don’t fuck it up. Hooray!

She pays. All almost $200 of it.

Doesn’t leave me a single fucking penny of a tip.

Now, I’ve been complimented WELL more than several times in every job I’ve ever had about my customer service, and this lady was polite enough that I know it wasn’t bad interpersonal skills on either part.

I grit my teeth and bare it. Not the first time. Certainly won’t be the last.

Thing is, if I do all this work, why do i only walk away with MAYBE 30 bucks? Because out of all that i do, maybe 60-70% of it is pick-up orders. And what do almost all of my pick-up orders do? No matter the bill?

They don’t tip. If I’m lucky, maybe two or three of them throw me a dollar. When a miracle strikes the earth in the form of a kind person, one person sometimes $5 or $10 - like, once every two weeks. They are likely someone who has experience in the restaurant industry.

This isn’t the first person to buy so much and leave no tip. she won’t be the last person.

However, when this calls back some time later, when things have slowed down, turns out one lady got mayo when she asked for no mayo. Not allergic, just doesn’t like it. Wants it remade. ✋

😐😐😐

Okay. We’ll remake it. Ten minutes later, a different lady shows up, but explains who she is. I give her the food, and then I ask someone who came in before this lady what her name is, yadda yadda.

In the 10 seconds I’m talking to this other customer, the No Mayo lady walks out without paying.

🤔😑😡

I’m shocked to the point where even the customer I’m talking to realizes what this bitch just did. This same customer then witnesses a man stand and yell ACROSS THE BAR where me and this customer are standing, to his server, “[name]! Fix our check!” Then proceeds to wave his check in the air, annoyed.

The customer asks me if this is common. I ask if she’s ever worked in the restaurant business.😂😂😂

I tell the manager what happened with No Mayo Lady after all customers are gone. He’s about as mad as I am. He also explains to me how, as the man who made this lady’s sandwich the first time (managers hop into the kitchen if things are super busy), the initial sandwich DID NOT have mayo, as instructed.

So this bitch just didn’t pay. I gave this bitch her check with her food. She assumed my prioritizing the customer who was present before her was a signal for her to go.

Manager tells me to find him should No Mayo Lady or her coworker ever show up again. They haven’t, but I’m waiting.

TL;DR Always pay for your food, and try to leave a fucking tip for the people who handle your food. Some people hold grudges. Also, don’t yell across the room at your server, even the other customers find it rude.