#on lunch

[babiidollli]

Another one for the feed

[percussiongirl2017]

Downing Capri Suns like shots.

[sinicalsylveon]

Hi. Work let me wear a shirt with a cat ear hood cause it was Halloween when I clocked in.

[guinevereyoung]

HERES MAH FACE GUHYS (An improvement from this morning haha)

[sinicalsylveon]

I just can’t believe this lady pulled me into the office at the start of the shift just because of three minutes–three minutes of overtime for the week, and this is only the second night I’ve worked for the week. All because I told her I wasn’t worried about–and I’m not! Because I KNOW I’d have it cut off before the end of the week.

THEN had the audacity to say I have a bad attitude just because I didn’t engage with her in conversation when she worked with me Monday night/Tuesday morning. I DON’T TALK MUCH. Everyone else I work with KNOWS I’m a quiet person, and that I don’t talk much if I don’t know you. I’ve known these co-workers almost four years. This manager? Barely a week!

I’m probably going to eventually lose my job if this woman is permanently on overnights like she says she is.

[sinicalsylveon]

Work time story!

I am part of the modular crew; I reset modulars. Meaning, I’m the reason things move and you can’t find shit.

Anyways. I’m in the pharmacy department, resetting the Planned Parenting section. So I’m sitting on the floor, condoms all around me because I had to clean the shelf off. I’m minding my own business, using some lemon cleaner on this dusty shelf.

“It must be my lucky day.”

A wild customer has appeared. Didn’t hear him approach, never saw him out of my peripheral. I look at him thinking he needs help, maybe. Not an unusual thing, this is retail, after all.

“The last two girls I talked to were married, are you married?”

Oh no. So this is one of those situations I read about here on the hell site known as Tumblr.

But Ri is polite, so I tell him, no, I’m not married. Then he asked me if I’m up for a conversation. I politely tell him it’s not a good time, and that I had just started my task and needed to have it done by morning.

Then he asks me about getting my number. I lie, say I don’t have one, when he asks why I just tell him I don’t believe in them.

He asks if I believe in overtime; of course I say I do when they offer it. So he brings up the cellphone again; easy answer–they tell me before I leave if I can stay over.

Finally he asks if I’m brushing him off, and leaves. I instinctively apologize, but I’m not really sorry.

Well, I was sorry I was embarrassed about being surrounded by condoms, not about brushing him off.

[sinicalsylveon]

Oh god not what I was expecting.