@thepearjoseph I mean, if it's affecting your job and life it's probably pathological and therefore deserves an opinion, even if it's not autism but something like ADHD. Sometimes we're able to survive childhood but then it starts to affect our ability to work.
We had a magpie fly into the warehouse this week. I think we should have hired him but USDA said "fuck no". Also got my geese back from the ceramicist. I'm so proud of myself and my work on em'.
club of the discarded (1989) dir. jiří barta; a czech stop-motion horror short (24min) set within a forgotten warehouse about the eerie life of sentient mannequins
I said too much to HR when I was in a panicked state. I just want the call "we've terminated your position effective immediately" and to move on. I have such severe psychosomatic pain I just want it to stop.
@transgndrizing I had a straight up panic attack when Lyft and Uber cancelled me a total of 4 times to get to work. I gave it over an hour and a half. company has a shitty tardy policy where they take an hour of sick for every minute over the tardy period. I was 5 minutes late.
I look and feel like shit tbh. I wish I could go home... Wake at 2a, leave by 3:40, get there by 4, clock in at 4:10. Leave by 2. They work me like a dog here but at least my manager brings me Starbucks...
Pay me more please I beg. My shift is supposed to be 8 hours I'm so tired
A new hire sent a message to the general Slack channel at 8:59 AM.
"Good morning everyone! Ready to crush it!"
It garnered twelve reaction emojis.
I immediately felt sick.
I pulled the metrics.
Thirteen people spent roughly three seconds reading and reacting.
That is thirty-nine seconds of lost productivity.
I called him into my office.
I explained that we don't pay him to be a cheerleader.
We pay him to input data.
He said he was trying to build morale.
I told him morale is a byproduct of hitting KPIs, not empty platitudes.
I updated his file with "instigator of non-revenue generating socialization."
Then I disabled his ability to post in public channels.
Now he can only message me.
And I won't reply.
It's not my job to apologize for something I'd do for a stranger. I never put hard or aggressive hands on her, she did me. I'm lucky the gods came over me and stopped me as I reeled my hand back to punch her.
Mi Madre se casó. I'm lucky I'm not sitting in a Texas jail after my twin pulled a stunt in public and put aggressive hands on me.
The internet was a mistake (1/5)
I can't live my life assuming a hand on someone's back while sliding past is going to cause me harm. I can't assume a gentle reassuring touch or a positive pat on the back is going to cause me harm. (4/5)
@dostoevesque I agree, my thing is mostly with autism. Non autistic people collect things and can be the type to rewear clothes. Your dad isn't autistic for having a collection of decorative spoons. Some people are just obsessed with things and aren't autistic.
Autistics don’t cheat. We literally don’t see other people. In a relationship, you are it. The rest of the population turns into background NPCs. Someone could be walking butt baked in front of us and we’d be like, oh okay, cool, & go about memorizing your coffee order from 2017. I think it’s because we don’t fall in love in the traditional sense. We conduct a full internal audit, compatibility matrix, long term sustainability forecast & emotional risk assessment. And once you pass? That’s it. You are chosen. Completely locked in to a lifetime membership. That’s why people say fumbling an autistic woman or man is the biggest fumble of your life & they’re not exaggerating. You didn’t just lose someone who liked you. You lost someone who studied you, understood you, built a whole internal world around you, and decided (with extreme seriousness) that you were it. We have never been casual about love. If we picked you it was intensely & absurdly deliberate. Everyone else could die in a zombie apocalypse and we’d just… keep being obsessed with you.
@MeghanEMurphy@lizsteelpt2 People commit suicide because they feel like they're burdens to society. But I don't expect people like you without a braincell, empathy, degree in genetics or any professional field focusing on mental health to understand.
I legit went to a mental hospital because I was having an episode, I started my period the next day. I had an episode over Christmas, screaming at my family, started my period the next day. A coworker caught me crying hysterically over finches, started my period the next day.
I've been diagnosed with a unspecified mood disorder since I was 18, when I realized it is PMDD, a mood disorder, I sought out my doctor. He was blase about it and remarked there wasn't much to do, didn't even ask to check hormones, just noted it in my chart after self reporting.