“… I’ll treat ya good…”
I think my dad heard me crying cause he just cracked open my door and slid a piece of cake on the floor into my room
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
Today at job #2 the phone rings, and someone asks for Tracy. I tell the caller she’s not there. He asks, she hasn’t been there all day? Nope, not today, sorry.
Then two of my other coworkers come barreling down the aisle telling me that I fucked up, that I was supposed to say Tracy was here because her boyfriend thinks she’s working today. Apparently there’s longstanding babydaddy/custody drama that I was unaware of.
Coworker starts texting Tracy furiously to warn her that her cover’s been blown. I said very assertively, “I’m not going to be put in that position so you can let Tracy know that if someone asks to speak to her and she’s not here, I’m telling the truth.” And then I went back to work. Minimum wage is not enough for me to keep anyone’s secrets. Leave that bullshit at home, don’t bring it to work and dump it on the people you work with.
Grown ass 34 year old man that I’ve been friends with for 2 years told me my depressive episode was just me “playing my tiny violin.”
My response was “Thanks for making it so easy for me to tell you to fuck off.”
"No you fool!! You could fall!!"
WHY IS THIS THE MOST ADORABLE THING THAT I’VE EVER SEEN