Listening to Sherlock and Co these days requires me to constantly remind myself that they’re not real or I’ll actually start grieving too
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Listening to Sherlock and Co these days requires me to constantly remind myself that they’re not real or I’ll actually start grieving too
literally me if i get less than 8 hours of sleep
Panel from manga-ka Kiyohiko Azuma's Azumanga Daioh (1999-2002).
Miss Yukari Tanizaki on the right represents how mentally I should view resting. Such as today. On a day off from work which became quite a pattern of energy-sapping awfulnesss during the holidays persisting on being so.
Because work has insufficient associates for grocery, no assistant manager in said department, and a new store manager that just arrived. Jinkies, that's a ton of transitions at once! Also, on top of everything else, I'm the only pure grocery stocker due to the other two playing dual roles (cashier, working in Vitamins). In short, work, at the moment, completely bites and destroys me: mentally, physically, emotionally, and socially.
However, my roommates have pointed out the store isn't hiring. If one checks. Perhaps it is hasn't updated yet though...?
*Fearfully, memories of seven months of unemployment come flooding back. That's what happened after my last job. ...That long of a drought was endured. I had to constantly fight for my unemployment money whilst I filled out so many applications (hundreds) resulting in few interviews until, finally, this specific interview for my current job I've obtained*
Conversely, Minamo "Nyamo" Kurosawa is accurately indicative of how my brain treats me concerning resting.
As in, I don't deserve it. In the slightest. Contribute to society daily, don't be home. Your lone value is your job: otherwise you are worthless garbage.
Don't get ill, we need you! You're part of this family! Wipe that visible tired drool from under your mask during a killer pandemic and keep on working!
I mean if I do legitimately become sick with something significant, we'd be severely financially crippled.
How many of us are one lost paycheck from such catastrophic ruin I wonder? Thanks to rent costs? Health or vehicle stuff? Too many I'd guess sadly.
Yes, I must get the forced capitalist system lobotomy, catch virtually no Z's, work until I'm sleep-standing or have an utter tear-inducing mental breakdown from too much stress versus genuinely resting.
...Even bloody now, all I can think about is how tomorrow is gonna completely suck. When I should be, without a doubt, slumbering by now (I'm so drained). Thanks to my scheduled commencement being later. When 8 hours was already killing us for truck days.
Still, remember, we all deserve rest. I deserve rest. Y'all deserve rest.
Btw what are you guys wearing to Anthony Bridgerton’s eight hour therapy session? I’m thinking of getting a new gown-
Wales vs England....
Hello anxiety my good friend:)
“oh wow my first group chat. how exciting!”
“...now I can disappoint three people instead of one all at once.”
ok ive got a job interview tmrw so immmmm conking out early night yall wish me luck
I get my results on Tuesday! !!! Pray for me please😭😭😭😭