#fukin hell

[countthelions]

Hm, I feel like I've walked some more steps today, let me check

Oh.

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

pls pray for everyone in the UK right now, we've only just stopped hearing about the goddamn jubilee and now we're gonna have to put up with this shit until the end of the year

[same-picture-of-a-rock-every-day]

jesus

i admire the effort you put into this its terrifying and amazing at the same time

i cant even find words its just rock

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

I hate it so much that when people ask me stuff or to do something I gotta do it like... right away, but when someone has to help me with something, I gotta wait for days, weeks, or even months, to live under excruciating anxiety of thing-not-dealed-with and deadline-approaching, to give calls (that again fill me with anxiety) while close to desperation, and being treated like I’m overreacting or worse - blamed that I should have called or insisted earlier. HOW? If I insist, I’m annoying and nagging. If I don’t insist, I’m being kept on hold like I’m not important. ... I’m only important when people need me to do stuff for them

[abcdefuk-off]

WHY IS GALLY ALWAYS BLEEDING?!

[namelessokami]

I have worked on day of fast food so far and all I can say is FAST FOOD WORKERS DESERVE WAY FEKING MORE THAN MINIMUM WAGE. They are FREAKING super human.

I have worked multiple jobs now, some very hard and physically taxing for someone of my size. And this is the FIRST job that's made me want to quit on DAY 1.

By the way, my coworkers are great! Crass with their humor but I can totally see why! They were very patient with me, and tried helping, making sure I was okay, so on and so on. I didn't have to deal with bad customers either, the few I admitted to that it was my first day were very kind.

But. I think I was utterly terrified the whole time and got steadily more panicked as the day wore on. As in I was physically shaking non stop for at least three hours and had a short cry at home.

Mostly had to do with the trifecta of things I can't do well under pressure: Understanding people when I can't see their face, technology (the bane of my existence), and numbers.

I can normaly do pressure! Gimme an impossible work load any day, gimme the longest quota in history. Throw me outside in the sun and rain and 90° weather. Management doesn't scare me, no one tried making me feel like I wasn't doing well. But talking to people scares me to death, technology breaks around me, and I very likely have undiagnosed number dysphoria. All three at once? With having to work FAST and accurately? I want to bury myself in the largest pile of blankets in history and never come out.

Oh yeah, and because of the pandemic, I haven't worked any job other than freelance since January. So I'm extra out of practice.

HUFf.

More training tomorrow.... yaaayyy.........

[daz-hai]

After Banana Fish episode 22 the word “sayounara” will bring me traumas

[hedleykowcosplay]

Mera coming out of the ocean to shame mankind