where'd i go?

surely, somebody will save me

[witski]

happy pride someone come fuck this

[inkskinned]

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

[dailyflicks]

All these rooms… This place builds them. Backrooms (2026) dir. Kane Parsons

[cranity]

it doesn't make sense

[claws-in-my-back]

so who’s ready for loser queer summer

[pepperinaa]

[witski]

i made hannibal in tomodachi life and was lowkey just gonna let him live life and see where it goes but he’s been rejected like 2 times by his crushes so i had to make a will just to give him a fighting chance

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[witski]

newest olivia rodrigo song ohhhh she got me good this time

[witski]

bro who’s gonna kiss me before i’m sick

[3rabbit]

daughter (non-practicing)

[3rabbit]

sister (deadbeat)

[loveridden1999]

in a way i am my own dead wife

[witski]

i know everyone gets sick but like my life sucks so much more than everyone elses bc im sick. no one has ever sneezed as hard as i have. no ones nose has ever been this stuffed before. i am gong to kill myse

[traaumatic]

can i come over and bleed on your floor

[alcoholicanarchist]

that photo of hunter s. thompson shooting his typewriter is such a mood

[alcoholicanarchist]

[witski]

ok tell me lies spoilers i kind of doubt anyone will watch this show bc its kinda mid but

the thing about the tape confession is like. i dont think pippa needed to admit that she was the one who was assaulted. like i dont even know how much it would have helped because ppl were already doubting caities story so like pippa saying hey actually lucy's story is my story wouldnt have helped as much. i think ppl would have still doubted everything coming out from them.

like i understand lucy is impulsive and makes bad decisions (as diana says) but that didn't give her the right to tell pippa's story, even if she was making it sound like her own. i will defend lucy on so many things, such as ppl trying to say she's just as bad as stephen, but this is one of those things i do think was such a terrible decision.

obviously that tape wouldnt have happened if stephen wasnt such a piece of shit, but i hate that she came out with pippas story. like girl this was one of ur worst decisions yet. i know why you did it but i really wish u hadnt

[alaynestone]

tumblr seriously needs to stop fucking changing things all the time. if we wanted a modern site we'd go literally anywhere else. we are here because we hate change and live in the past and that should be respected.