By my company's policy, we can take days off of work without a doctor's note for one day at a time. Basically as many days as we want in total, so in theory, you could skip work every two days every single week. The managers are expected to regulate the frequency, and if they think it's too much, you have to go to the doctor. It's a really nice system, it allows you to rest when you're just having a bad day or feel too unfit to work without having to sit in a waiting room half a day. But our manager takes advantage of that, and it annoys us all. She takes a day off a lot, about once or twice a month, and we pretty much know that she doesn't do it because she's sick. She spends time with her grandkids, takes a short vacation over the weekend, runs errands or sleeps in after a long shift. I wouldn't even call this wrong, we have a hard job and family time is important and all... what's bad about this is that WE aren't allowed to take days off for that. Or even for being sick. Sometimes, yes, but if you try to call in for the third time in a year, she doesn't allow it. Unfortunately, that behaviour is okay by company policy, she isn't required to allow anyone such a day at all, so we can't do anything. It's just unfair.
Fuck. I just got my first credit card, and the second payment is already a day late. I've just had to pay a late fee and now my interest rates have skyrocketed. I misread the date and thought it was due today, but it was due yesterday. I didn't think bills could be due on Sundays because banks don't operate on Sundays. And I'm so forgetful I forgot that the due date was even coming up. I hate myself so much right now for fucking this up. I had ZERO interest on this card until now. Fuck. Why can't I do anything right? This is why I'm a good for nothing loser who still lives with my mom at 23. Fuck me.
i know by saying this it makes me a shitty person but i truly TRULY hate my 4yr old nephew with a passion. He's a different kind of annoying and i pray to god he doesnt grow up just like the person he is currently. He's only 4 but his personality is clear, he likes things to go his way, he wont respond or reply back unless if he feels like it, doesnt listen for shit, acts out the biggest tantrums ever and is constantly harassing his little brother. The thing is, it's not even about his parent's parenting at this point, my other nephew turned out the complete opposite, he's the sweetest and nicest kid around it's just his older brother that has issues. He's been like this ever since he was a baby. Even his shrilling voice and stuck up face annoys me now. Im a shitty person that has nothing better to do than to hate a 4yr old but thats why im here and not bitchin about it to other ppl. I mean who knows, things might change when he's older but i cant help but think he might grow up to be a drug addict and homeless by the time hes 17 lol I'll stfu now
I normally would forget a dream a second after i wake up but this just hits different; i woke up to sobbing and tears in my eyes and that kinda stuff never happens so it kinda freaked me out. I remembered being black and blue almost beaten to death by a boyfriend? husband? and i remembered just laying on the ground completely helpless and half conscious while he beats another girl to the ground, if i try to say or do anything to defend her i would just get beaten up more. She was on the ground body and head facing me just staring at me while i stare back at her, she was faceless (as in i dont remember what she looks like) and i can see him spooning her from behind. Jump cut: I was at a family dinner and everybody was completely oblivious to my state, i looked fresh out of a beat up sesh and i still had a black eye. I realised that a family dinner wasn't the best setting to come out with stuff like this especially with domestic violence but i did it anyways. I needed the release. "I was abused" was all i said, it went real quiet real quick and everybody was staring at me. I can't help but crack a smile because that's what people do when they're nervous and in a tense situation right? It was a defense mechanism and i thought they knew that, obviously didn't. One of the people (so happens to be a brother like figure in my life) with a laugh, went "oh i get it, she means that everybody gets abused one way or another in life right?" and everybody was smiling and laughing as if ridiculing me for trying to be sentiment or deep. The pain and betrayal i felt was deeper than any hits i took. So i walked out and thought to myself "I'd rather go back to HIM than to ever walk in that room again". Then i woke up like wtf
Hoe is it I can have these amazing mind-blowing orgasms with a guy on the phone that I will never met in person? I crave him like a drug. I want him like I want nothing else. I have seen his picture and if we were to meet, I would definitely eff him. I'm so screwed.
trying to get things around for a clothing optional dinner party. looking for rules and advice to make it a good night
People are always talking about sex, about all the crazy places they had it, stories with one night stands, ex girlfriends standing in their doorway in lingerie. And I wouldn't mind, if I was normal. If my life was also full of lust and sexual stories. But it isn't, because I'm not normal. I don't want sex as much as normal people do. I'm not completely asexual though - if I was, this would probably be easier for me, but the way it is, I still want it enough to be so, so jealous and envious when I hear my friends talking about it. For me, sex is like the most delicious cake, right in front of your nose - but you have the stomach flu and simply can't eat anything. You want to want it, because you know what you're missing out on, but just don't want it. And the worst thing is that all my relationships eventually fail because of this, which makes it even more painful to listen to all the wild stories.
I was molested as a child but I never told anyone about what happened because I enjoyed it
I am attracted to fat girls.
My confession might seem dumb to a lot of people, but that's why I'm here, right? To talk about things no one in my life would understand. So a couple of weeks ago, my friend invited me over to a movie party- a bunch of people getting together to watch corny horror movies. I decided to go because I don't get out much and I thought socializing would be good for me. And it was. I had a good time. But I hate actual, not corny, horror movies. I don't have the stomach or the stable mind for them. We only watched one that wasn't a corny movie- something called Hereditary. I won't spoil any of the plot, but it has a lot of disturbing images in it, and I just... I'm not scared. I don't think something like that will actually happen, I'm not afraid of what I saw, but I can't stop thinking about it. Dwelling on the images. I wish I could wipe them from my mind. The thoughts are intrusive and just when I think I've finally forgotten it, it pops back in to say "nope! still here!" I just don't want to see charred corpses and decapitated heads and pools of blood anymore. I don't want these thoughts in my head and I can't make them go away! And the worst part is, I don't know how to explain to my friend why I don't want to go back and do it again.