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She is fab, but I am getting a Chic Muse-esque vibe from this… meh.

She is fab, but I am getting a Chic Muse-esque vibe from this… meh.

(via the-streetstyle)

I could cry right now thinking about all my goals, and the environment I have to work in. I have to admit, I did not believe that cracks would begin to show 2 weeks into my working there, but I realized that I would not like it there on day 1. I just shrugged off my own feelings… And the peanuts that they pay me? Sooo not worth the amount of stress, and how worthless they make me feel for not having any industry experience. I dress for work, and they make me feel like an air-head for it. Like I am bourgeouise or big headed… Fuck them. In two years (if they don’t fire me sooner), I am resigning… and here are my reasons: Hypocracy - No one can be tardy, except for the bosses themselves - No personal affairs allowed at work, but the bosses’ Mums can come cook for them…WTF hell planet are they living on. - They can rag on our professionalism, and committment, but they get to come to work wearing t-shirts, and chat on their phones all day fuckin long… FK! I didn’t even get to pick my mother (who flew in from fkn Cuba) up from the airport… Lack of Flexibility: I cannot work at my optimal performance level, I have to do things according to their rules, and if it’s not something that works, or I am used to, and fails EPICALLY then the boss is allowed to scream and humiliate you in front of other members of staff. I am sooo serious about the following line: “Fuck them, in a serious way” Maybe I am just feeling bad for the management that was yelled at, or I cannot handle the pressure… but this shit right here…. Pfft! Two years… That’s all!

I could cry right now thinking about all my goals, and the environment I have to work in. I have to admit, I did not believe that cracks would begin to show 2 weeks into my working there, but I realized that I would not like it there on day 1. I just shrugged off my own feelings…

And the peanuts that they pay me? Sooo not worth the amount of stress, and how worthless they make me feel for not having any industry experience.

I dress for work, and they make me feel like an air-head for it. Like I am bourgeouise or big headed… Fuck them. In two years (if they don’t fire me sooner), I am resigning… and here are my reasons:

Hypocracy - No one can be tardy, except for the bosses themselves

- No personal affairs allowed at work, but the bosses’ Mums can come cook for them…WTF hell planet are they living on.

- They can rag on our professionalism, and committment, but they get to come to work wearing t-shirts, and chat on their phones all day fuckin long… FK! I didn’t even get to pick my mother (who flew in from fkn Cuba) up from the airport…

Lack of Flexibility: I cannot work at my optimal performance level, I have to do things according to their rules, and if it’s not something that works, or I am used to, and fails EPICALLY then the boss is allowed to scream and humiliate you in front of other members of staff. I am sooo serious about the following line: “Fuck them, in a serious way”

Maybe I am just feeling bad for the management that was yelled at, or I cannot handle the pressure… but this shit right here…. Pfft! Two years… That’s all!

(Source: teenagerposts, via teenagerposts)

today i listened as my sister and cousin went on about how people who commit suicide are selfish.

how all they want is to impart suffering upon others - eternally.

but that’s not how i feel about it. people that have committed suicide just wanted a little empathy, RESPECT, and appreciation.

so i may be fired for my lack of knowledge. and honestly, who isn’t fired from their first job. i just wish i could have gotten paid first. *sigh and it hurts me more how little anyone cares… 

so i may be fired for my lack of knowledge. and honestly, who isn’t fired from their first job. i just wish i could have gotten paid first. *sigh

and it hurts me more how little anyone cares… 

(via flowersundefiled)

meh

Looks like I am going to need an adderall to complete my Philosophy modules, and go to work at the same time.

I don’t care if it a couple of molecules short of speed, I am going to ask the Dr. for a prescription, because I actually want to complete this shit.