[Image description: A security device known as a “spider-wrap” lies on a desk. It has been locked together and tightened all the way until it cannot be opened. Over the top is a caption in bright red that reads, “/BLOOD CURDLING SCREECH/”.]
I work as Asset Protection in my store (although hopefully not for much longer, since I’m trying to get a full time position) and underneath my desk is a basket where we place all our spider wraps that we use on a daily basis, considering we are a large electronics retailer. Literally nothing infuriates me more than needing to spider wrap something, only having one left, and having to throw it away because someone decided to lock it together and then tighten it so much that you cannot physically unlock it enough to use it again. Was so pissed when I found this one that I went over our radios to the other employees and angrily reminded everyone that we don’t have enough wraps as it is; let’s try not to make the ones we have completely unusable.
The only thing that makes me angrier is when people turn their radios into the basket without turning them off, thus they don’t actually charge when they get plugged up unless we’re lucky to catch it.
fellow bluebird, I FEEL YOU
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Friendly reminder: Eating foods that aren’t from your own ethnicity is cultural appropriation so please don’t do it!!
( ◕ ◡ ◕ ) thank u~
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT THEN!?
Your desktop. It hurts me more than anything in the world.
i’ve been going to therapy for months but i have never told my therapist the root of most of my anxieties and phobias. i need to tell her the deeply traumatic thing that happened to me, but every time i try i get nervous and fuck up and tell her something else. i don’t know what to do. i’m dumb
Try writing it down and giving it to her?
So I’m working on a new OC. She’s going to be… old. And interesting. Who wants to help me name the
Here's one for the books. Trenta Iced Coffee. 12 pumps of Sugar-Free Vanilla. 12 pumps of Sugar-Free Caramel. 5 pumps of Skinny Mocha Sauce. Splash of Soy. Iced Coffee to the bottom of the Star in the siren's crown. Short scoop of ice. Blended. ..........wut?
i actually like asshole couples best like the couples that pick on each other so much and call each other names but it’s okay because you know they’re actually totally in love and none of it is meant in a mean way and every insult is punctuated by a sweet comment to remind the other how much they actually adore them and i’m sorry but there isn’t anything cuter ok
holy shit it’s me and my entire precinct.
*dies a million deaths*