How to be me:

1) refuse to try to get better because you don’t think you can/deserve it
2) think your friends and family only like you because they pity you
3) feel even worse and even further cement your belief that you will never get better
4) live your entire life in utter terror that your friends and family will one day realise you’ll never get better and say “you know what? you’re right, we only ever liked you because we pitied you but you’re right, you’ll never get better and it’s not worth our time and effort” and leave you

(((((((((((((((((i know im just being a little ADD bitch but its frustrating to see posts with “GREAT TIPS FOR WRITERS uwu” and then just a wall of indecipherable gibberish, just an entire mess of symbols and lines and dots and shit and I try, I do try to read them but none of it makes any sense and im immediately spacing out)))))))))))))))))))

Trailer voiceover for a military TV show: It doesn’t matter who you’re fighting against…
Trailer: *shows big muscly men shooting guns*
Voiceover: It matters who you’re fighting for…
Me: it’s their wives and children.
Trailer: *shows flashback of their wives and children running on a meadow in white, flowy clothes, laughing, blowing bubbles*
Me: groundbreaking premise.

Co-worker: oh look, here’s a job offer for a project manager. [Me], don’t you want to look at it?
Me: oh no, thanks.
Co-worker: why? You’d be so good at it!
Me: oh no, I’m not good for anything, I’m 100% useless
Co-worker: …
Me, whose head is 24/7 occupied with self-degrading thoughts: wat
Co-worker: how can you say that, it’s horrible!
Me: uh, syke! I was just kidding haha, I’ll look at that job offer later, thanks ^^

p-assthroughfire:

Last month my co-worker was furious as fuck that I didn’t report our workers’ days off in the system that calculates their salary accordingly to days missed and sick leaves and stuff, and yelled at me for twenty minutes that I should always do it during the third week of the month because if I do it on the last week it’ll be too late and the workers’ salaries won’t show it that month but a month later and there’ll be problems cause they’ll come in and demand we tell them why their next month’s salary is less and we’ll have to dig up month-old reports to prove they still got the money they should’ve.

So today, on the 29th of March the substitute supervisor of our workers comes in to tell me it’s raining so it’s a special kinda like… it’s not a day off, it’s not a sick leave, it’s when factors beyond the employees’ or employers’ control makes working impossible (like rain). They get a reduced salary for those days and they can go home.

So I tell this sub supervisor that okay, obviously, I’ll give him a form to get the workers to sign so we can show them they agreed to the reduced salary so there are no problems later. I also ask him to tell the workers that this reduction won’t show on their salaries until their April salary.

Obviously, then my co-worker barges in like why wouldn’t it show? So I tell her what she told me a literal month ago, that since this is happening today I can only report it to the system for calculation today and according to my co-worker the 29th of a month is too late. So then my co-worker proceeds to drag me in front of the sub supervisor that I’m an idiot and I’m spreading lies and fear among the workers.

I mean it’s not my fault that the workers will literally not even go to my co-worker with their problems anymore but to me cause she never listens and immediately assumes everybody’s lying to her. One of the kitchen staff like literally always waits for me outside the entrance so she doesn’t have to talk to her, and even the group that is actually exclusively under my co-worker’s supervision comes to me cause I give them the reliable information and not the half-assed bullcrap my co-worker does usually.

It’s not that I’m more naive or that I’m never strict with them, it’s just that I talk to them like normal human beings, maybe my co-worker could try it then she wouldn’t have to hate me for doing her job the way she should.