I don’t necessarily hate my coworkers but the place is so small that things get mismanaged, not enough budget, people being shoehorned into management where they don’t fit, and overall just a lot of not having anything being standardized.

There’s very little room to make any significant contributions because management won’t listen to you. You might think in a small place there would be wiggle room and a willingness to listen to folks because we all know each other, but here it’s just more of the bigger corporate “don’t rock the ship” mentality and again the bad management that were grandfathered into their position don’t want to be challenged. It’s pathetic.

Also, because it’s so small, there’s little room for growth beyond whatever maybe very specific thing you wanted to get out of the job, but after that? You don’t move up, things (again) don’t change because people have gotten used to just barely stringing things together even though when you have to go through it all, people are still wearing multiple hats and the people that should be trying to standardize things so that there’s efficient interactions and cohesion don’t do it because AGAIN, those fuckers don’t know what they’re doing. They’re needed for a very specific responsibility and just so happened to be tacked on as a manager as well.

So done with this shit. Fucking hate working at SMBs.

I was told I would regret not enjoying and living up high school. To this day, still do not regret doing more with my shitty life in high school. College? Yeah, probably. High school? Nah

A collection of short stories. Can’t recall what the actual title was called, but the book was just a collection of short stories by different authors. The different writing by each and the adoration that my professor had for each one just drew me to the stories even more. Can’t say I’m a big fan of literature like he was, but I definitely respected that.

Bottom of Your Boots by Ella Langley. I don’t even fucking listen to country but there is a pop kind of tune they’ve injected into the song that makes it bearable despite the cringe lyrics. I am looping this as I write.

Why can’t we be friends? by WAR

They can all afford legit healthcare, so IDGAF. Unless him winning gets Trump out of office and into a jail cell, IDGAF.

If he’s so sure that he can “expose” these “lies” he knows so much about, why doesn’t he publish something that, you know, actually proves using research and actual science other than him going on a monologue about how he thinks he can actually compare apples to oranges?

Not go to work and not die.

Every nuke can be considered a suicide bomb. Ffs get this guy out of any kind of position making decisions.

Same here…

Hey, if any teenagers want to hack the US and release the epstein files, please do. Also, if you want to crash some markets, please do. It will mean you don’t have to get a job and will be super cool. I promise. Please

I literally don’t want self driving cars. Fucking stop.

NoOoOo tHaTs SoCiaLisMMMMM

Battle of The Heroes from RoTS soundtrack

Mad at myself for not having asked out high school crush who I realized at some point I could have had a shot with. It likely wouldn’t have lasted long but it would have been something at least. I’ve let fear cage me in for so long. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.

As as an introvert, definitely no. However, when I have an objective, I realize this would be my only method.

I always wonder what the religious say about these events. Like, clearly, the person was dead at one point and should have pass on, no? So what is the religious answer to explaining why they’re alive again? 2nd wind? lol

yanny