Tag: why

Me actually working on any given Saturday: can’t find anyone to help me for shit, has to wait hours to get anything worthwhile done.

Me trying to draw Harumichi smooching: every fucking body crawls out of the woodwork. The supervisor is here. Guy from an entirely different building is here. The truck driver is here. I have no peace.

That one coworker I absolutely loathed with every fiber of my being: was fired Tuesday

Me: @god is that you?
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Me, today: wow it’s been a really nice day, nothing* could ruin my mood!

That coworker:  

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Me, a person whose body can never sit still even at rest, whose fingers fidget and twitch, legs bouncing knees and feet with nervous energy: “Man I should paint my nails, that will be a Good Idea for sure.”

ok no look

look

he’s a baker right

he doesnt get out of the fucking house for anything other than to schlump against buildings to look cool and also to work at his job

WHY WOULD HE HAVE THE RANDOM DEXTERITY NECESSARY TO BOTH JUMP ONTO THE SLICK ROUND ORB THING AND ALSO HOLD ON WHILE IT BUCKED AROUND LIKE A

LIKE A ROUND BRONCO THING

WITH LASERS

i call so much bullshit

Me: *stays in my comfy and warm pj’s because it’s cold outside why tf would I leave the house*
Parents: “oh by the way we signed you up for some obligatory Social Interaction with people you haven’t talked to in like 7 years”
Me: “…….ok great! Thanks!”