depression is like trying to peel a potato with another potato its not fun it doesnt work and you just wanna cry
…why is this such a good metaphor what the fuck
i reblogged it before but then it got better
Bunny Yeager ph. - Betty Page photo-set, contact
When I first started working with this certain big name company, the managers HATED me. The boss has a reputation as a very tough woman and has no problem firing people, cutting their hours, and even yells at an employee if they make minor mistakes. I figured I wasn’t gonna last long.
Fuck, I hated it. Was tired of getting yelled at, made fun of, harassed… It was like high school all over again. One day, I got into a big argument with one of the managers and that was it for me. So I sat down at home and hand-wrote a resignation letter. I figured it would be better to quit than to get fired. When I showed up to work the next day, I sat in the back of the workplace where we usually have our lunch breaks, and I just sat there examining my letter. To my disappointment, there were no envelopes at home. Instead, I had inserted this little paper inside this cartoonishly big manila folder that I managed to find in my suitcase. Then I took a deep breath and got up from a leather seat, which had holes in it, and sauntered over to the main office.
I entered the boss’s office and I said, “Excuse me. Are you busy?” No response.
“Well, this isn’t working out. I’m sorry. This job isn’t for me. I quit. But I’ll finish working this week if you want.”
When I picked up the folder, I saw a water stain on it and immediately yanked the letter out to see if damage was made. Some dumbass spilled water on the table and I didn’t notice when I first laid down my manila folder. So I embarrassed myself even more in front of the boss. But her scowl disappeared.
She had a curious look on her face. “So you don’t want to work here anymore?”
I gave her a speech as to why I didn’t want to work there anymore. I explained that I always wanted to be a writer but had a shitty childhood and was never encouraged to do what I wanted to do. That I was raised by a single mom with a two jobs and she went to school, all while raising three boys. I added that the job made me realize what kind of a special person my mom is, and that I want to quit so I can just do what I want to do, which is to write.
The speech must have touched her in a special place. After I completed my shift, my boss asked to see me. She said she’d like it if I continue working with them. She assigned me a different job, she explains, “Look, you can work here and still do whatever it is that you want to do. It’s fine. Think about it. You won’t be unemployed and broke as you do whatever you want to do.”
I was given the week off. And then I came back rejuvenated. When I walked back into the workplace, she had a genuine smile of approval on her face. Time passed, I came to learn that she is actually a very good person. She’s tough, but she’s genuinely a cool person. I seem to do that though. I somehow manage to get the sweet side out of tough people. I have no clue as to how I do it.
Her niece is a manager there. I befriended her and it’s a crazy-cool friendship. She’s a good friend to me. She texted me asking if I had made it to California, then told me to take care of myself because I’m a “good friend”.
I try not think about how people perceive me because I have an inferiority complex, so I always assume people think the worst of me and that I’m not good enough. A co-worker, a new guy, said to me that he noticed that I’m all over the workplace getting the work done. At last, I see why I was given a chance.
I learned that one should always tell their co-workers things like “good job”. Trust me, it will pay off.
When I do analyze my own life, I always come to the conclusion that I’m very loyal to all of my friends. My disadvantage is that I can easily be influenced to do things for them, even when I shouldn’t. I might say no at first, but ask again, and your wish is granted. You know why? Because I’m cool like that. Take advantage, my friends. Take advantage.
“Mike, loan me 100 bucks.”
See what I mean?
My trip to California has been re-booked. Now time to reschedule and re-plan some things.
I do like a bit of choking.
Had everything gone the way I planned, I should be in California right now. Instead, I sit here in front of my laptop waiting for feedback from the airport. Due to ice storms in Dallas (city in which I’m suppose to have a layover) there was a flight cancellation. I now have to wait for the third rescheduling of my flight to the O.C. It’s irritating as this shortens my time over there. I can’t really hold it against the airport since they did this for safety precautions. Or maybe my flight was cancelled altogether? I never had this happen to me before and so I don’t know what to do next. I’m pissed off.
According to the American Airlines twitter account, over 900 flights have been cancelled. This could be a sign of something. Or maybe it’s an omen. But I wonder why my flight to the AA airport isn’t cancelled? If the layover isn’t cancelled, am I doomed to be stranded in Dallas? Why would they let me be snowed in this airport? Makes no sense. I knew I should have flown in from Houston, but no…
Anyway, to my readers/relatives that I have made plans to hang out with: just hold on, please. I may have to reschedule this whole fucking trip altogether. It gets on my nerves just thinking about it!!
A couple weeks ago, I requested less hours at work. Instead, I got more. Not to brag or anything, but since I’ve been turned into a very good employee and as the day of my flight was approaching, my boss asked me if I was still sure about going to California. I think she’s gonna miss me while I’m gone!
I’m currently making arrangements and almost everybody that I know in California is trying to get me to stay at their place. It’s quite flattering, but that will have to wait… I just have to wait and see what solution this airline comes up with. In the meantime, check out the complaints American Airlines is getting from customers with cancelled flights.
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The only known video footage of Anne Frank
I can’t think of any reason why someone would not reblog this.
If this isn’t interesting/sad to you, then I don’t know what you like in life.
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