#overworkedandunderwhelmed

[auroralynne]

MariChat - Safe, by Aurora Lynne

Commission work I did for the lovely @overworkedunderwhelmed, based on her fic ‘A Little Sketchy’. Hope you like it! The background was a new challenge for me, but I really like how it turned out! 

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[ladybugpositivityproject]

@overworkedandunderwhelmed is one of my favorite writers ever and I will ~never~ get tired of their writing.

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✨ Work Vent Time ✨

Because if I don’t get this off my chest, I might spontaneously combust like a microwaved marshmallow.

So there’s this person at work—no names, but if incompetence had a mascot, it’d probably wear their face. And honestly? I’m exhausted.

Imagine having someone on your team who just… doesn’t do their job. Not like “oh they forgot one thing,” but full-on “I’ll skip half my tasks because I don’t feel like it and someone else will handle it.” Spoiler alert: that “someone else” is always me. Apparently, I’m the unofficial clean-up crew, emotional support coworker, and full-time damage control all rolled into one.

Their attitude is very “that’s not my problem,” which—fun fact—is a bold stance for someone whose entire job is literally… doing those problems. They’ll look at something that needs to be done, shrug their shoulders, and wander off like an NPC on low battery.

And don’t get me started on the victim complex. You could offer the softest, fluffiest, most constructive piece of feedback imaginable—wrapped in a compliment, delivered with a hug and a warm cookie—and they’d still act like you set their soul on fire. Crying, excuses, dramatic sighing… the whole Broadway performance.

They constantly talk about finding “another job,” but somehow that job search has lasted longer than some people’s marriages. And despite multiple “talking-tos,” whatever that’s even accomplishing, I genuinely do not know how they haven’t been written up yet. I’ve seen expired coupons get more consequences than this person.

And the wild part? The job isn’t even hard. Like… it’s not advanced calculus. It’s not neurosurgery. It’s not decoding ancient runes. It’s literally just doing the tasks you’re assigned. Or at least pretending you care long enough to complete them.

Meanwhile, I’m over here busting my butt, holding everything together with sheer willpower, caffeine, and spite.

Anyway. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk—aka my digital scream into the Tumblr void.