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Independent Multi-Muse Loved by Roma

[bian-shen]

So I quit my job today.

I was so stressed an anxious most of today because I knew that I’d have to come into work, and start my day with a really tough conversation. I’d be giving my 2 week notice, while also telling them that I need to change my availability for my remaining shifts, and also will likely need to bring my infant into work as well on most days. The first boss I told, my agm, took it well and was willing to work with me. The second boss, my gm, was a bit more negative but said I’m welcome back any time, even a couple days a week. Plus we just got our new car on the road today, and only have a few more boxes to move out of the old apartment. So much stress and I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Car’s done. Work’s finishing up. Moving is finishing up as well. After that, it’ll just be spending time with my amazing son, and seeing him reach every milestone in life. I saw a thing online that said “you’re replaceable at work, you’re not replaceable at home.” So I’m going to go home, and put that first. 

[bian-shen]

I’m sorry, I know all my followers are brand new on my dash, but I just need to vent for a minute...because I’m kinda sad, tbh.

So I’ve been working at the hotel front desk for the past 4 years. Started out on night shifts, being told that seniority matters when it comes to your shifts. So I did my time, worked the nights, weekends, holidays - all of it, without complaint. So I ended up leaving for 2 months about 2 years ago, and then came back to the desk. Well now, there’s someone who was just hired in on 5 mornings, and someone else who was hired in on 5 nights. So they offered me 2 night shifts and 2 mornings. Not bad, except that every week I work until 11pm, and have to come back right at 7am. So I go, okay fine - I’ll pay my dues again. So the morning guy puts his 2 weeks in and I’m finally in line to get on those morning shifts. Both seniority and availability paves my way - wrong. 

I got pregnant and was so incredibly plagued by morning sickness that I ended up in the E.R. on multiple occasions with hyperemesis gravidarum. I asked, please don’t put me on those back to back shifts. There has to be a way to make it fair for everyone. So my boss goes “well we promised them that they could work those shifts, and we need to be fair to them.” But not to me? Never to me? Even though I was pregnant and physically can’t work on anything less than a full 8 hours of sleep? So I go almost my entire pregnancy like this - and all you parents out there know what lack of sleep does to a fetus. I told them week after week, can you please switch my days around. They would just go “we can’t go the entire 9 months catering to you.” Mind you, I’ve miscarried at this job once before after years of my husband and I trying to get pregnant. I wasn’t about to go through that again and so just left it alone until I came back from maternity leave. I was told straight up, “you are getting on all mornings. you will be our main morning person.” 

Well that pregnancy I had? My son is now 8 months old, and now I’m being told “we need to be fair to everyone.” And so I have to work 3 fucking night shifts, and 2 morning shifts and guess what - yep that’s right. half the time, i have to work a back to back shift. Does anyone else? Nope. Never have. 

So a silver lining starts to form, I think. The AGM position is now open and I’m told I’m one of the very few people who are in the running for it. I’m flat out lied to by my new GM saying that the owner hasn’t made the decision yet, but I could see on Indeed that a front desk position had opened up and I knew who’s position it was. The AGM position was in fact picked and I was being lied to. So I talk to my husband about finally leaving the job I tried so hard to get to love me as I loved them. I told him that since the position was filled, I was going to give them 2 months to turn things around before I give them my 2 week notice. I even talked to the new AGM about that because she was one of my buddies here. She assured me that things are changing, and said that I am officially the new front desk department lead. I think, wonderful - this is a step in the right direction.

So I ask about the raise that comes with a promotion and - you guessed it - I was dicked all up and down. After the new GM got her position, she got me my one and only raise in all the years I’ve been here. A single dollar raise since I had been here for years, going above and beyond, all that jazz. I was thankful, and gave them time to adjust to the new positions before bringing up my raise again. Well now the tune has changed, and I am being told that I wasn’t even supposed to get a full dollar raise. I was only supposed to get 50cents. The other 50cents is for the promotion. So I’m like :l are you kidding me.

I was hired in 4 years ago at $10/hour, and I only make $11 now and was told that won’t change until maybe summer, and the thought of management won’t happen until the new hotel is built...in 2 years... My husband applied to the big warehouse in town, OMNI, which controls a multitude of other factories, warehouses, and shit like that. He interviewed to work in their rubber department, and happened to find his brother in law and his little brother both working there too. He’s currently awaiting a drug test to make it back to OMNI so he can start a $15/hour job, 50 hours a week [and yes, 10 of those hours are mandatory OT.]

I don’t want to quit, but my husband said I can have an out. I can leave here, and be a fulltime mom and student. I’m sad that the job I’ve loved for so long just...will never feel the same. I’m nothing special to this place, even though I try to go above and beyond to make sure everything runs as smoothly as possible and the bosses can just do their thing without having to worry about my job. 

But I can’t anymore... I just can’t... I saw a post on facebook a few days ago - “you’re replaceable at work; you’re not replaceable at home.” So I’m just going to go home...turn off my heart switch and disconnect. I have something I call my famous disappearing act. Now you see me - pretty soon you’ll never see or hear from me again. 

[bian-shen]

When you’ve been an adult for years but still don’t know how to make friends onfuckingline.

[wickprompts]

*  ―  OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH PROMPT .  

* prt three. spoilers for episodes 5-6 , tw vulgar language ,discussion of murder / death change pronouns / wording as needed .  

❝ you are not to engage. you are simply here to observe. ❞

❝ quick question: how violent do we expect this to get ? ❞

❝ have you checked this body yet or what ? ❞

❝ write that down in the ‘useful tips’ section. ❞

❝ the number of bad habits i’ve identified is frankly humbling. ❞

❝ you could try a little more oomph. ❞

❝ you’re right, no need to get riled. ❞

❝ pirates, they attack with force. the upper crust, they strike with cutting remarks disguised as politeness. ❞

❝ that’s fucking diabolical. ❞

❝ yeah, but, i mean, fսck i care. whatever. ❞

❝ oh, i see, you think you’re cute. ❞

❝ actually, i think i’m just so-so, but i’ve decided to carry myself like i’m cute. ❞

❝ your lot days of lyin’ around doing fuck-all, it’s through. ❞

❝ i’ve got just the job for you… bitch. follow me. ❞

❝ little psycho. ❞

❝ i like the name ____ , and accounting sounds fancy as fսck. ❞

❝ how does one win this interaction ? ❞

❝ i’m gonna stop you there. it’s not really the, uh, crowd for skull talk. ❞

❝ this is deranged ! i don’t clean things ! ❞

❝ have you ever been sketched ? ❞

❝ are you saying you’ve tasted human flesh ? ❞

❝ aw, lighten up. you’re just sore ‘cause they like me more than you. ❞

❝ i’m gonna kill that twat. ❞

❝ hang on. that’s, that’s passive aggression. ❞

❝  from my experience these things are meant to make you feel like a bit of a jackass. ❞

❝ i don’t know, i panicked. and then, they laughed at me. ❞

❝ you’re in over your head. these are my people. i’ll deal with it. ❞

❝ and what if i don’t? you’re not my captain. ❞

❝ heh-heh, nice. ❞

❝ when you cut loose, you really cut loose. ❞

❝ i think you’re very sophisticated. ❞

❝ well, sometimes the old things are the best things. ❞

❝ you wear fine things well. ❞

❝ if you wanted, i could teach you a more advanced trick of the trade. ❞

❝ stab me. ❞

❝ this is it. i’m gonna shoot you in the face ! ❞

❝ i stabbed you, you nut ! ❞

❝ i think the scariest thing i’ve ever seen would probably be the kraken. ❞

❝ fear is the most powerful emotion, turn your enemy’s worst fear against them, you’ll own them. ❞

❝ be careful what you ask your god for, she might just answer. ❞

❝ ow, you bit me ! what the fսck ?! ❞

❝ as I like to call it, the art of fuckery. ❞

❝ sorry, you triggered my fight or bite response. ❞  

❝ you seem to know everything about everything in the whole fսckin’ world ! ❞

❝ you left me hangin’ up there for 20 minutes. not bloody optimal.  ❞

❝ the fuck is this ?  ❞

❝ you’re in too deep, ___. best thing to do end it quick.  ❞

❝ we’ve got a fuckery on our hands !  ❞

❝ i went out on a limb for you, you little shit.  ❞

❝ because it’s my job to make sure that ___ is content. and he adores you. why, i’ll never know, but… he does.  ❞

❝ yeah, he’s reimagined things a bit, all right ?  ❞

❝ maiming’s different. love a good maim.  ❞

❝ and tonight, i’m supposed to kill … you. ❞

❝ is that still on the cards or … ❞

❝ listen, what if what if we just pretended that whole murder idea never happened ? ❞

❝ i fսckin’ challenge you to a fսckin’ duel.  ❞

❝ that was a warning. ❞

❝ oh you cheeky bitch ! ❞

❝ no ! stab him, for fucks sake ! ❞

❝ shut up ! don’t you ever shut up, you rancid rat ! ❞

❝ not for nothing, but that guy really is a dick, huh ? ❞

❝ i’m used to death, but, um… but not, um… your death. ❞

[bian-shen]

So I told my boss that if she needed to use my login to edit the reader board, she could go into my desk and grab it. I find out today that she accidentally threw that piece of paper away because she thought I made that note for her. Yes, I put all my logins on a sheet of paper, put it in my desk for you to use one of the logins. Yes, please throw that piece of paper away, clearly this isn’t a master copy. So now I have none of my logins for work written down. Just a bunch of astricts on my damn computer, protected ‘n shit. No idea what any of it is... 

[bian-shen]

Plotting call

[bian-shen]

                          It’s not like anyone can stop me.

[bian-shen]

Heyy guyysss. Gonna hopefully finish cleaning up this blog today so I can start doing some actual interactions. 

[bian-shen]

Returning to this blog!

[bian-shen]

Who’s ready to be entertained while I’m bored at work

[bian-shen]

So I just wanted to let anyone know who doesn’t already know. I’m currently 7 months pregnant with my first kid, so if I end up suddenly logging off, not logging in for a couple days, or seeming like I’m distant or disinterested in DM’s, please don’t take it personally. I generally sleep for like 12 hours and wake up because my husband comes to get me up, lest I sleep all day and miss work. But I really am doing my best to be here the best way I can, but damn if this whole baby thing isn’t tiring as shiiit. 

[bian-shen]

nihilonati​:

Hunt, feast, all very familiar things to the arrancar. Though he tilted his head, the feeling of this man was human at his basest of states, yet he wasn’t. He definitely wasn’t. Hand resting at his belt, long fingers curled around Murciélago.

“Similar indeed, yet you feel more… carnal.”

                      I assume I need no introduction - he mused, tongue running along a single fang beneath closing lips. Otherworldly beings, creatures of the night and beasts born in blood were almost KIN to the vampire, yet he couldn’t quite place the origin of the one in front of him. Slender chin rested on the back of his hand as brow relaxed, carefree and confident. Carnal was such a word Lestat had chosen to describe himself on many occasions - he was A KILLER. 

“And you...are an enigma. Cold white snow falling in the warmth of summer, if I may say.” Eyes glanced at any exposed skin, any pulsing vein that may tempt his thirst, yet he was left only with more questions than answers. 

[bian-shen]

@nihilonati​ asked "How...?" How what Ulqui, be specific please. "...do you function?" Oh lord, help him. ~ nihilonati for Lestat.

                       “Function?” He almost snickered at the question, illuminating gaze devouring the other in a moment of curiosity - he certainly wasn’t like any other HUMAN he had seen. “Perhaps very similarly to you. I hunt, I feast, and I am eternal.”

[bian-shen]

For those of you who have multimuse blogs, do you ever have that brief anxiety of interacting with someone new and not knowing who to throw at them because you’re not exactly sure which one of your muses they’re familiar with? This is me every day.

[bian-shen]

pssssst        who would like to plot something while I edit my muse list?

[bian-shen]

Gonna hit up mobile for a bit, see if I can generate some plots before bed. Feel free to invade the inbox or DM’s!

[bian-shen]

Gonna be hanging around on this blog from now on. I still need to update the muse list but as for right now, everyone’s active and ready for plotting.