I want to go home, see my parents and talk about the fucking weather for once instead of being bombarded with shitty advice on a topic people know nothing about. Mostly in regards to personal shit I am letting them in on because they are family.
Hi. A lot of you live in New York and it would be so neat to meet some of you. So, let’s.
Day: Saturday, Nov 16. (That’s THIS Saturday!!!) Time: 3:30 pm sharp. And actually 3:30. Because we’re strangers and if you try to show up fashionably late, like everyone else, then I’ll have sat at the…
I’ll be there. Just don’t make a comment when you actually see what I look like.
will there ever, in the history of the world, be a boss that remembers what it was like to be an employee for a shitty boss and therefor does not treat his/her employee’s with the same disrespect? Understands that sometimes people just need a “mental day” off from work? Knows that there are stressors outside of work that can effects ones day/week/month?
“Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work - a quest that never ends. It demands everything from you - especially the truth. Only then does it yield rewards.”—Rick Riordan, The House of Hades