When your finger slips and panic ensues!
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When your finger slips and panic ensues!
the power went out briefly this morning and then came back on, so my alarm clock reset (it’s 10:32 rn and showing 2:50). i woke up and went back to sleep a couple times, so i saw the clock when it turned off (no power) and when it came back on. i have one class today that i thought was at 1, and i think at like 8 or something i rolled over and i was like “oh it’s okay if i sleep in a little i don’t have anything until 1″ and then i checked the time and my alarm clock was showing 1:10 alksjdhgfgdhjksl;
You ever get the notification you have a new follower only to stop breathing for a second as you frantically enlarge their avatar because you think think you know them in REAL life and OMG OMG OMG please noooo... then the sigh of relief and phewwww okay thank you Jesus i dont know you...
Because... same. 😂😂😂🤦♀️
GD PNC...way to give me a heart attack by declining my card and NOT making an announcement somewhere that your debit card services are down...
I HATE FRIENDS CARS
My biggest panic attack at a friends house is getting in/out of the car. Like what if I don’t get out in time or I go on the wrong side or what if I can’t open the door or what if they hate me because I’m making them wait, i don’t know but every time I freak out. Tell me if any of you feel the same because I don't know if I'm weird..?
I am deeply concerned by the joy that my professor feels at our class test average being a 63, because she says that we're doing well compared to the fall section. The summer class is only 3 tests total over 5 weeks, and everyone in that room needs over a C to pass the class. So I am DEEPLY concerned because unless our grades get scaled, only about 7 people out of 40 will pass the class, and I will not be one of them..... And if this is us doing well I hate to think what the fall kids have to go through
pretty sure i got passed over for a promotion at work
makes me feel like complete shit because even though i'm up against people who are or were managers at places elsewhere, i know the product better than anyone else. the people who are being promoted ahead of me still come and ask me what a thing is because they don't know it off the top of their head. they still mislabel certain items and have to have me fix them because some look similar and you basically have to determine them by scent.
so now i'm like "fuck, where do i step it up, because i've been stepping it up as hard as i can recently and i don't have much more to give"
which sucks, because if i can't push any higher on the ladder, i will never be looked at for training team.
plus now i'm going to have to deal with my other coworkers asking me why i didn't get picked.
fuck i don't know, maybe it was that time i slipped up on the floor and said the word "shit", though no customers were in the store.
maybe it was my nervous dance and they way i said the main server connection went down to my manager in front of a customer.
maybe i use my old store as a baseline for comparison too often.
i don't fucking know but in the end i feel like shit. i've been feeling like this all day, and to top it off, we have to be in four hours before our store opens for a store meeting that apparently is NOT going to be fun and is going to be addressing the myriad problems we're having in the store. i'm terrified i'm going to get talked to even though i basically listed the only three issues i've had above.
Gotta love that really awkward/panic moment when your realtor/family friend who's known your family since you were 7 looks at your arm and goes "what on earth is that??"
Especially when it's your arm that has all your scars from cutting on it.
Subsequently it's also the arm with my tattoo so my panic was relieved when she went "is that a tattoo?"
But still...
awkward. Because my mother was just standing there staring at me like.. "uhhhh….how are you gonna answer that one. don't embarrass me"