I had such a vivid nightmare last night about someone from my past coming back into my life.
It was awful. I hadn't thought about that person in a while. Idk why my brain resurrected him.
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I had such a vivid nightmare last night about someone from my past coming back into my life.
It was awful. I hadn't thought about that person in a while. Idk why my brain resurrected him.
It's incredible how I'm all for fun anons, and I love my mutuals and adore talking to them, but random dms from people that never followed me bother me so much.
The joy of knowing you have tangible proof against someone that is putting your work and personal ethics in question by not admitting their mistake is simply golden. If I get a reprehension over this issue I'm so ready to question it with actual receipts that I, at the time in question, wasn't even at the desk. I'll ask for camera footage if I have to. I refuse to have my ethics and integrity questioned.
Being in a mood and feeling your brain shutting off cause of it is a hell of a thing.
This hot af weather has me exhausted.
The days at work are so much more draining when there's this insane heat outside (and inside cause the damn responsible for the ac seems to hate having staffs being comfortable).
At least the day went well today. Nonetheless, I'm predicting a crappy day tomorrow (when being allocated to what I'll be doing tomorrow, the "people are about to be shitty towards you" factor is highly expected).
All that's keeping me sane at the moment is knowing that I just need to get through 2 more days until I'm on vacation.
Can't focus on anything. My brain is spiralling, the tears keep coming.
That small yet sharp heartache of unexpected loneliness really sucks.
The brain rot is real. Fml.