I’ve been here JUST over a month and I’m so over it. I’m tired of shit ass childish attitudes and being the only one to fucking work. Why does everything get left to pile up while I’m at lunch?
After telling my boss I haven’t felt good for a few days, she tells me: “I empathize with you and encourage you to take it easy.” No, you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t be on my ass about a few extra minutes away from phones. Why I took a job in a call center is beyond me.
A little drunk. A little in my feels. Saw a post that featured Helena and shit hits different every year after 15. I thought I wanted to end my life and it’s what absolutely saved me.
It’s 1:16am. We’ve been sorting through our wall art and various boxes to figure out where to put things. All I’ve wanted is to have my shit on display again. I’m so fucking happy right now. I know it’s so small but it’s so big to me. 🥹🥹
My mouth is still half numb from the dentist but I’m SO hungry so I just got noodles. They’re still too hot and I almost fucked up my mouth further. 🫠🫠