Day 24 of asking Dropout CEO Sam Reich to put Michael Jackson falling down the stairs mid-scat as a make some noise prompt

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Day 24 of asking Dropout CEO Sam Reich to put Michael Jackson falling down the stairs mid-scat as a make some noise prompt
this dry ass tampon is trying to prolapse me but by God I will defeat it
Need to be careful getting into the after-work mindset whenever I clock out, because you see for the past few years immediately after finishing closing I take some time on the boss' toilet for a sit-down and some penjamin rips, which has worked out very well and good until recent months where the second my little slip prints I have an uncontrollable urge and about 30 seconds to make it in position before old faithful lets it go. pavlov would be so proud.
can you even imagine the kind of weed strains Morticia Addams would have in her garden?? I can only guess some stoner was out looking for a spot and saw what he thought was an abandoned mansion only to find an incredibly illegal plant haven full of poppies, venus fly traps, toxic australian monstrosities in the form of chlorophyll, along with the most potent bud this dumbass has ever blazed. and Cousin Kif has been an honorary Addams ever since.
Day 14 of asking CEO Sam Reich to put Michael Jackson falling down the stairs mid-scat as a make some noise prompt
*crushes and snorts prozac* *cracks knuckles* alright who's ready for an unsatisfying orgasm tonight!
Day 23 of asking CEO Sam Reich to put Michael Jackson falling down the stairs mid-scat as a make some noise prompt
PSA to everyone else who also has the kind of neurodivergence where you can only give 100% all the time to your job: stop. It will not help you and you will not be recognized for your hard work. All you are doing is showing that they can continue to pile work on you and you will get it done and not complain even at sacrifice to yourself. And I consider nobody a better example of this than myself.
I have worked at the same fast food place for 3 years where I've earned a reputation as the manager that won't sit down or take a break and will do the grossest and most labor intensive tasks, and yet last week my boss told me I don't do enough. The last performance review I was told I did too much and left nothing for my coworkers to do, and now I don't do enough because I'm not doing 75% of a close on my own anymore.
I've chopped the tip of my finger off and finished the shift. I came to work the day after my grandma died (the first day the new boss had met me as well which you'd think would leave an impression). I came to work in the immediate aftermath of a pet's death on three separate occasions, one of which was less than a half hour after I found his corpse, because nobody could cover my shift. I have sacrificed and given blood sweat and tears to this job over and over and I still feel like Sisyphus' redneck cousin.
So, don't be like me. Give the bare minimum if that's what they're giving you. All that dedication could be better spent on things you actually care about, because if you pour it into a dead-end job all you'll end up with is self-loathing and a meager paycheck.
Hearing my intestines rumble and feeling farts of betrayal enter the chamber like jaws music
Day 22 of asking CEO Sam Reich to put Michael Jackson falling down the stairs mid-scat as a make some noise prompt
Just spent so long on the toilet writing a Tumblr post I had 3 piss sessions and a shit without getting up. I am 1/3 drunk 1/2 high and whatever portion something else.
Oh god I have to shit again oh no
Dude I always thought my mental health was fine aside from the autism, the OCD diagnosis, the depressive tendencies, and my addictions so with that laundry list I was like okay I know everything that's going on up here maybe let's get treatment for that someday but for now it's relatively under control. Like at least I acknowledged it so we have 1/12 steps taken care of the rest are low priority. Henceforth I thought I had a good grasp on the origins of my crazy and I would deal with that after I actually applied to college and spent some time getting a degree, but then my brother (who has had pretty sever ADHD since childhood and has been medicated for that for a long while) started giving me adderall on occasion. At first I'm sure it was just to keep my antisocial ass awake and socializing, and then as what I suspect was some kind of experiment he was gathering data for.
To give some background on the man: he's very smart, you just wouldn't know that most of the time because he's incredibly reckless and a very loud extrovert, which I love about him and also irritates me to no end. The man can come out of an ambush of a mob of drunk tweaker rednecks with 4 new trucker friends and a lesbian he recruited to the group because they had the same haircut. He's a social miracle worker with incredible street smarts and I'll bring him everywhere new if I can help it, but if you want to be home before 3 AM on a Tuesday that won't fly with him.
So Turd, after about a year of giving me adderall every 2-3 months at gatherings and standing aside watching me and having almost a decades' worth of seeing the average person act up on his meds, decided to drop in the middle of a conversation, "Well, people who don't have ADHD like you and I-," and I was like hold up. I don't have that. I know I probably have autism I mean look at dad and his comic book room that shits genetic and bro was like I have seen tens of people without ADHD on adderall, and the only symptom I've seen from you is that you're having less trouble following the thread of conversation. And that really got me thinking. And I'm still thinking. Not because I'm stupid because it's thought provoking. Maybe a bit of both we'll see.
I never had problems concentrating as far as I'm aware, but I also only really paid attention to my level of focus when I cared deeply enough about a subject to want to stay focused on it. My dad trained (yes, trained) by brother and I to be able to pay attention for long periods. Being an older dad with his own special interests couldn't have hurt either. He sat us down to watch old black and white horror films (including silent ones once we learned to read), golden and silver age comic books with slow and outdated stories, but were still important to him for us to remember for lore purposes, and only books and parent approved TV (though incredibly lenient) until are age ended in "teen" and we were allowed to get a phone with a screen.
All that to say I never realized I might have an issue with attention until I had those experiences with adderall and started looking back on my life. When some of your first memories are of sitting in front of the TV and needing to sit still until the movie is over, you may not remember how your mind wandered but your body sure remembered how to sit still when you were told to pay attention. And it certainly does help one's focus when you're lucky enough that all your special interests tend to align with your academic choices. So I performed well on tests, sat still in class and at dinner, and no-one, not even me until now, would notice the constant fidgeting, the zoning out mid-conversation, wild topic changes, and poor listening skills when it wasn't something I cared about.
Now I'm certainly not claiming I have ADHD. Who knows, it might be just autism spectrum symptoms being cancelled out by the amephetimine. But it's got me thinking, because even though he's crazy as all hell he does know what he's talking about with this stuff.
don't know why but hard lemonade makes my spine hurt. can't crack my neck or nothing . just have to stay still like that selenderman bitch. have to wait until I get home and sit on the porcelain throne in order to be relaxed enough to let that baby snap. goddamn cannon going off it's so loud wish I could replace it that feeling with orgasms or nicotine. goddamn.
Day 21 of asking CEO Sam Reich to put Michael Jackson falling down the stairs mid-scat as a make some noise prompt
forgive me father for I have gooned
Not true! I need it eviscerated
Listen I don't mean to kink shame or anything but it seems to me that if anything feels even remotely good there's gonna be people who have a kink for it. Like yes shitting does feel good. Emptying one's colon into the toilet after a long day at work? Sublime. Not in a sexual way though. Foot massages? Fantastic but if I ever start forming that association I'm probably gonna cool it. I'm half convinced I'm gonna hook up with someone and crack my back or something to get a response of "do it again 🥵💦"