This is me when I have to explain all these cross stitches:
HOLY SHIT ARE THERE PATTERNS FOR SOME OF THESE I CANT THINK OF A BETTER CROSS OF MY TWO FAVE THINGS
I was last at work on Thursday last week and I had two jobs to take care of. One was a poster I had to send for an event on November 11th and the other was something for another event on November 8th but the one for the later date was more important so my boss told me I can’t even go home until I’m finished with it. (But then they also started closing the building so I had to pick up my work laptop and finish work at home :3)
I finished it, yay!
So today when I’m at work again I start taking care of the usual business, birthday postcards (don’t ask) which need to go out on Tuesday or Wednesday (latest), then I have a consultation with my boss about the November 11th thing, he also gives me another task connecting to the November 8th thing, commissions me to make a whole-ass graphic for the November 11th thing too, so I start working on these.
Ten minutes later I shit you not this was at around 9AM (I start work at 7:30) he enters my office to tell me I need to find certain papers connecting to a balls-old process about a dude getting hurt on the worksite (where he wasn’t supposed to be so it’s quite illegal and mehhgfdkhlfjdklsg) which happened like, before my time, because it happened in 2016 February and I’m only doing this department since 2017 May, and the papers connecting to the case are from fucking 2015 March when I wasn’t even working there. So anyway, he tells me to find them, then I don’t, because our office just had a re…doing… whatever, and so even the girl who was doing that department at the time couldn’t tell us where the papers are because it’s all been fucked up since.
So at around 10AM I’m like fuck it, I need to make some progress with something so I go back to the other projects, then my boss comes in and tells us (three of us in one office) that nobody’s allowed to do any other work until we find the papers. He literally says the words “this overwrites every other job you have” to my face!!
Shit you not we spend the whole fucking day searching through every nook and cranny of the damn place, people from other offices are helping out too, it’s that big. So it’s past 3PM now (work ends at 4PM), we find some papers but others come up that need finding as well that we just absolutely will never (because they don’t exist because the dude wasn’t supposed to be where he was when he had an accident whaaahhh), the notary (my secondary boss) makes me do some more paperwork connecting to this case, it’s a whole thing, at this point the three of us in the office are laughing out of misery, it’s… you know, it’s actually quite a bonding experience.
My boss (the primary one) enters the office several times and sees me look for the papers even way past 3:30, right, he sees me working alongside the notary.
So then at 4:07 I’m taking my Several Coffee Cups out to the kitchen, having given up for the day as the office is about to close and all. So fuckin… let’s not even mention my spine hasn’t had rest in over two weeks and I was lifting heavy documents and leaning forward and squatting the whole frikken day which is LOVELY… so I walk past my boss’ office on the way to the kitchen and he’s like “how’s it coming along?”
And I’m like… “what’s coming along how?”
And he’s like “whatever you were doing all day”.
*inhalation*
bbBBBBIHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
So I tell him we’ve been looking for the papers since 9 FRIKKEN AM. And he just looks at me like I was supposed to simultaneously work on the other projects while turning the office upside down. I swear he thinks I do nothing all day.
This damn 4-day weekend can’t come any faster but in the same time I have so much stuff to get done before ;_; Also to not even mention my primary job in this office is organising our manual workers’ days off, their attendance sheets, making sure their salary reflects their sick leaves, their absences, whatever, making sure the damn… work… journals are all filled out (I have journals from MAY I haven’t filled out yet okay??????? I JUST DON’T HAVE THE TIME!!!) and I… I just can’t… it’s too much, I’m just so done ;-;
a list of fake tumblr stories i can sort of remember:
that one where some girl claimed people thought her car was the tardis, so she leapt out of it and looked at her boobs like “wow that’s a development” and ran off
hipster blog vs. fandom blog in a starbucks
people singing “let it go” on a bus???
that student who looked into the security cameras in their school’s classroom whenever something stupid would happen and then the security guard thanked them personally
some guy fixing the lights in a store by holding up a sonic screwdriver
homestuck updates, a girl screams, the police come, one of the officers also reads homestuck, he starts freaking out, the other officer gives him a shock blanket
a girl has a joking argument with a police officer who’s a “mei main”
every time a waiter comes back to the table, they say a different supernatural/sherlock/dr. who pun, and the poster continues to fall out of their seat because they’re laughing so hard
someone catches someone on a bus says “i think you fell for me” and the entire bus applauds
a girl wants to buy a led zeppelin cd and the cashier wants her to buy a one direction cd then the manager comes out and yells at the cashier and thanks the girl for having awesome music tastes
boyfriend and girlfriend walk into store, girlfriend complaining that books are horrible, boyfriend breaks up with her
female student: *says something bitchy* nerd student: *calls her a slut* teacher: *laughs*
girl says alohamora to open locked door, it opens, classmates cheer
AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE
i’m a fully grown adult woman and one time this girl came up to me in a store and screamed “DO YOU SHIP REYLO” and i said yes and she started yelling at me then her mom came over and yelled at her because the mom also shipped reylo and then the mom apologized to me and bought me a nutella crepe
Its actually illegal to post this and leave out Oppa Homeless Style
me, late 20s, discovering i love to cook, and have neck pain: holy shit i’m going to turn into a person who does yoga
me, buying paper napkins and eyebanging a herb garden: i’m having an identity crisis
me: *reaches automatically for coaster, catches sight of my reflection in my newly purchased wine glasses that were on sale*: i don’t know who you are anymore
“i’m not a fan of embellishments on throw pillows, they tend to snag” I say, and gasp in horror at what I’ve become
“Did you know they make odorized garbage bags now?” I say without flinching, the sclerae of my eyes as black and ashen as my soul
Pass Through Fire 