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Those moments when you blink and realize half the month's gone? I've been having those a lot.
Every time I do something, I get stoked and think to myself, I'm going to make a DW entry about that! And then I go to sleep and then, inevitably, work is the next morning and I lose all energy for everything, and I want to sit like a sloth and stare at the wall. I doubt this is healthy.
( Work story )
You know, I love working at the store. I like the majority of my co-workers, but this is seriously high school bullshit. We have four assistant managers and one general manager, and I legit feel like each manager is carving out a portion of the store and we're all about to have a territory fight over associates. I don't want to work under these conditions. It stresses me out, it makes me cry at least twice a month, and I'm so damned exhausted all the time that I barely have any creativity at all anymore. I feel wasted away into this big gray block of nothing.
Ugh. All I want to do is write queer fairy tale romances. Why is that so hard?
Okay, flist. Make me feel better. Give me a fairy tale prompt, and I'll write you a fucking queer goddamned romance. THIS IS ALL I WANT IN LIFE.
Every time I do something, I get stoked and think to myself, I'm going to make a DW entry about that! And then I go to sleep and then, inevitably, work is the next morning and I lose all energy for everything, and I want to sit like a sloth and stare at the wall. I doubt this is healthy.
( Work story )
You know, I love working at the store. I like the majority of my co-workers, but this is seriously high school bullshit. We have four assistant managers and one general manager, and I legit feel like each manager is carving out a portion of the store and we're all about to have a territory fight over associates. I don't want to work under these conditions. It stresses me out, it makes me cry at least twice a month, and I'm so damned exhausted all the time that I barely have any creativity at all anymore. I feel wasted away into this big gray block of nothing.
Ugh. All I want to do is write queer fairy tale romances. Why is that so hard?
Okay, flist. Make me feel better. Give me a fairy tale prompt, and I'll write you a fucking queer goddamned romance. THIS IS ALL I WANT IN LIFE.