#But the problem is that no other job I'm qualified for can match the hours and pay that my current job has let alone the benefits

[fancysasquatch]

I'm starting to really hate my job. I'm scheduled to work eight hours but they only give me six hours worth of work to do, but I'm not allowed to leave early. After I get done actually working I have to find two hours worth of nonsense to do to look busy because if anybody sees me doing something other than working diligently for those eight hours then they'll complain to my boss who will complain to me. And apparently there are some people who will also complain to my boss if they do see me working because they want everything to be cleaned but they don't want to deign to see the person that does the cleaning. They won't say anything to my face mind you, nobody in that office has ever said an unkind word to me and several of them have gone out of their way to pull me aside and thank me for doing such a good job. But one of them (and I have my suspicions who it was) emailed my boss who then spent way too long telling me all about how I need to be done before they get there so I'm not in their way. So now I'm no longer stretching six hours of work into an eight hour day, I'm cramming six hours of work into the first four hours of an eight hour work day and then I'm spending the next four hours looking busy so they know things are getting cleaned, but also avoiding being seen.

Also the day before that office emailed about not having to see me, they also emailed about things not being clean enough (all of their complaints centering on the fact that I'm not doing certain tasks which I was either never told to do or explicitly told not to do) so my boss spent almost two hours yesterday showing my how to do exactly what I've been doing 13 times a day every single workday for the past two months. So not only am I supposed to be doing everything almost twice as fast as I have been, they also don't want to see any dip in quality at all and in fact want me to do an ever better job at cleaning everything.

[obislittleone]

Intelligent Insanity

17/?

Jerome Valeska x Wayne!reader

Okay so this series doesn't have a whole ton of chapters left. I know for a fact that we're more than halfway through at least....

Series Summary: Two lives can start very differently, but it's never the beginning that makes the story. It's the the journey the lives take that eventually bring them down the same path.

Chapter Warnings: more mentions of death, talk of suicide

The Wayne family lawyers showed up at about 12 pm the next afternoon, and it had been confirmed that my blood contained DNA that matched with the late Thomas and Martha Wayne. As if things couldn't get any worse, now the family I'd always dreamed of having, died not even two years ago. Of course, there was still the little brat spawn Bruce, who would be my brother.

When the lawyers arrived, the looked disgusted at the sight of me, and if they had it their way, they would do nothing to defend my honor. Still, they had a reputation to uphold. The best law firm in Gotham couldn't exactly pass me by, especially if I was a blood relative of their late clientele. I was the offspring of the finest people to ever walk this horrid city, and for that, these men would do everything they can to keep me from getting transferred back to Arkham.

I was released from the police station at around 3 pm, and out into the custody of a rehabilitation therapist. He told me he would be my personal caretaker for the next few months until I was 'back on my feet'. Whatever the hell that meant. There was no getting up for me. I would never be able to move on from what has happened. Just because I'm suddenly a rich girl doesn't mean all my problems go away. Infact, now they multiply, because instead of going back to rotting at arkham like I should be doing, I'm going to have to put an effort into being a normal human again. They didn't even know how to communicate with me most of the time, how did they expect to make me normal?

My therapist's name is Thomas, and he was chosen specifically for the fact that he knows sign language. He hasn't ever dealt with someone in my condition, but apparently he seems qualified because he can actually understand what I'm saying.

I haven't yet been to my first therapy session, for the last day and a half, I'd been settling into this rehab. It reminded me of Arkham in a few ways. It was much cleaner and the people here were much more kind, but as far as schedules went, it was nearly the same. The food here was better, though.

At night they locked us crazy folk in a separate compound, away from the sane patients. I supposed I probably looked like I should have been sent back to Arkham, and truthfully, I might have been happier back there. I hadn't any real friends there, but it felt more like home to me than any other place I had learned to live in. Perhaps it was a specific someone who made it feel like home.... but he was gone. I'd never feel the comfort of his homing presence again.

The day of my first therapy session, two hours were spent in a small office. Even though my therapist had been chosen completely on the account of the fact that he knew sign language, specifically finger spelling, he seemed uninterested in my case. The first time I sat on the couch in his office, all he did was talk about himself the whole time. It wasn't all on him though, because I refused to even spell to him my thoughts. I didn't want this know it all to be too deep in my head. I justed wanted to do the time and hopefully he released from this place.

The second session I went to, I noticed he also refused to speak, simply staring at me until I became uncomfortable. At this, he finally raised his voice.

"You don't have to say a word.... but if you don't sign something to me by the end of the hour, I'll keep you here for another one." He said, crossing his arms over his body and leaned back in his chair. I knew he was just doing his job, but I didn't trust him. Trusting anyone was very hard for me after the stunt that Galavan pulled.

I think about it everyday, how I could have stopped it. I might have prevented Jerome's death if I had been quicker on my feet. I wouldn't even be here right now if I had only taken a step.

I glanced up at the sound of a pen going on paper, and saw that while he was writing, he'd been watching my hand. I ceased my motions, knowing I accidentally just spelled out my thoughts in front of him.

He took a moment to space out the letters he'd written down, reading them back when he was done.

"You shouldn't blame yourself. If you'd tried to intervene it could've been you." He attempted to make me feel better about my situation, although it did nothing of the sorts.

'It should have been me..." my fingers scrambled away once more, but it was intentional this time.

"Why do you feel that way? Don't you think your life is important?" I could tell he was going through a rehearsed series of questions now, for he mustn't truly think my life is important. I was apart of the maniax, and therefore everyone in this damn city was required to hate me.

'It doesn't matter. I would still trade my life for his in a heartbeat.' I looked down and stared at my feet, my eyes watering up a little with each second passed.

He took a moment to read back the letters, spacing them into words before he contemplated what I had actually said.

"If you could help me understand... I just-" he pasued, searching for the right words as to not rile me up, or worse, wind me back down into not speaking again. "This boy was a murderer, capable of horrific acts... what made you so drawn to him?"

'I'm a murderer, too...'

He sighed, seeing my hand in perfect time, not even having to write it down.

"Your record shows that the only person you've ever killed was your uncle. You aren't really like him at all."

This joker had no idea what or who he was talking about. Jerome was not a killer. He was crazy, but not a killer. He was a brilliant mind that could have changed Gotham. He was abused his whole life, just the way I was, and yet he still was always able to hold a smile. He wasn't a bad person, he never was.... he just had a bad backstory, and apparently in this city, that's what makes a villain these days.

I tried my best to keep calm, to find a suitable answer for this babbling bafoon before he asked me again.

'You can't act like you know me.... or him. We are the same.' I let a tear escape me, but it didn't travel far before I swiped it away.

"Okay, that's fine. We can move on..." he skimmed over the makeshift list he'd written down on the side of his notes, heaving a breath before looking back up. "You obviously felt an immense attachment to this boy, how did losing him affect you?"

Even I could see he was cringing at the question. I wasn't sure he'd thought this through, but for some reason I was actually keen to answer.

'I can't speak.... whenever I was usually with him I could talk till days passed. Without him, I'm speechless. Everything in my body constantly aches, and my surroundings are so dull. Losing him caused me to lose the will to live... had I not been put here I might have....' I gripped my right hand with my left one, dropping it from spilling out any other information. Oversharing was something I couldn't quite control when I started fingerspelling again.

"You don't have to be ashamed to say it here... you might have killed yourself?" He asked, leaning forward so that I would meet his eyeline. His features were full of pity and sympathy. I felt pathetic. I was a force to be reckoned with, a crazed maniac who had caused havoc and destruction. I didn't need his sympathy.

When he noticed my hand was perfectly still, with not even a fidget to indicate I would answer, he sighed, trying to make me feel better.

"You don't have to be scared." He set down his notes, hoping to have a moment where he could at least break down the wall I was putting up.

'I'm not scared. I'm not scared of anything.... I am capable of much scarier things.' I spelled out slowly, wanting him to know how dangerous I truly was. If he didn't stop looking at me like I was a kicked puppy I was going to lose it.

"I don't believe that. I believe you were forced to go along with certain schemes that weren't your choice." He suggested. This loser clearly had his mind made up about me, and to this I had to roll my eyes and sigh.

'You can't see me for what I am, because you are not like me. J saw me for what I am, and now he's gone. That is my only issue." I spelled angrily, my face wasn't one that reflected my words though... it was a pained expression. I felt like crying, but I wouldn't do it again today...

He looked very focused, as if he were trying to concoct some sort of idea in his head as the gears turned within it.

"Most people in your situation are able to heal faster when they have closure. They do this by visiting a grave or memorial and conversing with their lost loved one. We have escorts for certain therapeutical treatments outside the establishment, perhaps it could be arranged for you to be taken to Jerome's final resting place." He spoke softly and carefully, trying his best to do his job without settimg me off again. I understood it was his living to try and help me, but I sure as hell was going to make it difficult... why should I make it easy?

'He has no resting place.' I dropped my head. Even though I hadn't actually been told this for a fact, I knew that it was true.

"Are you sure? I could contact the GCPD and ask about it." He kept on with this stupid idea, even though it wouldn't be possible if he tried.

'They couldn't care less where he ended up....they probably threw him in a dumpster for all I know." I replied, my finger's movements were not as sharp, and a bit muddled together.

Even thinking about the words I'd just spelled... imagining how the cops couldn't even care about him enough to ship him off to the morgue, put tears in my eyes. I didn't stop them this time... I needed to get it out.

"I'm very sorry... perhaps we could make you your own little memorial here. Just something so you can talk to him and perhaps even begin the healing process."

It took me a moment to realize what this actually entailed, but figuring that perhaps I could come to have possession over some fond objects of his, and maybe even a photograph made me quick to agree.

'Okay...'

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[lk-ramblings]

Carpe Noctem

Seize the Night

Meral x Aydın

MenajerimiAra

"I want movement, not a calm course of existence. I want excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I feel in myself a superabundance of energy which finds no outlet in our quiet life."

-Leo Tolstoy

* * *

Her thumb hovered over the number, only to be used in case of an emergency.

Well, this qualified as an emergency in her opinion. Dicle had not responded to her texts for an hour about whether she had reached Barış or not, and worry was clawing at Meral's insides. She decided to call.

'Merhaba. Aydın? This is Meral.....Dicle's housemate."

A low chuckle sounded at the other end. "Merhaba. Yes, this is Aydın, Barış's brother."

"I know who you are."

"And I know who you are."

She rolled her eyes. " Harika. I was just calling to ask if Dicle texted you or......" she trailed off, suddenly realising how awkward this was. Damn it. She was never anything less than sensible.

"Not since I texted her the address. Is there any problem?"

"Yok. Yok. I just worried since it's quite late and the neighbourhood.....well they must be talking and she forgot."

"Hmm. Yes. Talking. Probably."

She had the feeling he was laughing at her and bristled. " Well, thankyou. Sorry to bother you. Iyi geceler."

                      *     *     *

He could imagine her derisive look, the one he had seen her wearing when talking about Beren. The idea of her rolling her eyes sparked something in him and made him want to snatch the opportunity.

"Wait-"

"Yes?"

"Um....." he did not know what to say, and he was sorely out of practice with conversing about anything other than work. "Your concern for Dicle is very touching," he finished lamely.

There was silence on the other end and he could not really blame her.

"Well...thankyou I think? I hope Barış feels better and comes back soon," she sounded sincere in her goodwill and it warmed his heart, as anything related to Barış always did.

"Yes, InşAllah. I met him today, he's doing better now."

"Good to hear..."

"I was wondering, if you wanted to meet up and discuss? Barış and Dicle, yani. Or general things. Actually more of general things. Since, New Year's was fun and...."

Silence again. He was just about to make sure the call had not dropped, when she spoke, "That sounds great. Where do you want to meet?"

His heart gave an excited thump." Wherever you want."

"Oh, I have a great idea," he heard the smile in her voice that already had him looking forward to tomorrow with a new excitement.

                      *     *     *

Her favourite restaurant was roaring with white noise, the air perfumed with spices. Her mouth was watering and she was already anticipating the pleasure the meal would bring to sate her growling stomach. Even her great love of food was not enough to occupy her thoughts entirely, though.

She was nervous and excited; wondering if they would still have the connection she felt at the New Year's party. It was hard to determine what he felt from the few glances they managed to exchange at parties. Her imagined conversations, however, kept being interrupted by the couple arguing right behind her booth.

She sighed. She was just about to turn around and jump in their quarrel, when he arrived.

Meral had convinced herself that her years of romance and dizi infatution had embellished her memory of him. She had taken extra care dressing up, all the while telling herself she was being silly. Neyse, what had all the effort on that doomed Singles Party been for? Only a single glance?

She did not need to worry or dress up, she reassured herself. It was just a pair of acquaintances meeting. It could be fun even.

The reality of him exceeded her memory. He was snug in a crimson sweater, bold and festive; his hair and face shining from the outside cold. He looked brooding in a dangerous sort of way and she was suddenly glad she had gone to the extra effort.

But then he smiled and Meral was forced to consider that smiles always won over broody pouts.

"Hoş Geldin!"

"Hoş Bulduk. Pardon, did I keep you waiting? You seemed to be frustrated when I came in."

"Ha! That wasn't you." She leaned forward and lowered her voice- motioning to the booth behind her- and he did the same." I was about to join in their fascinating discussion about stocks and resolve the issue for them. As an unbiased third party."

"Ofcourse, because you are an accountancy expert."

"No, because I'm incurably nosy."

He barked a surprised laugh at her.

"Do you often get involved in things that are none of your business?" he said, trying to match her tone.

"Unfortunately, no. That's Dicle. I always gather information but only get in fights that are my business. And I win." She sent a quick prayer of thanks for the loud couple for kickstarting their conversation.

"Öyle mı?"

"Aynen."

"Speaking of Dicle, how is Kiraç Bey doing?"

"Much better!"

"Good to hear. Geçmiş olsun."

"Sağ ol."

She was just thinking they were in danger of lapsing into an awkward pause, when the waiter arrived to save them from it.

"Hoş Geldin. Meral Hanım, the usual?"

"Yes, please!"

"You come here often? I'll have what the lady is having then," Aydın said, closing the menu.

"Yes, I love this place. It's so close to our home too," she continued after the waiter had left. "You're sitting in our special booth, actually."

"Whose?"

"Dicle and mine. We always sit in the same place everytime so the staff practically has it reserved for us."

He smiled but then a teasing glint came into his eyes, "Same place, same order. You don't like new possibilities?"

She could not believe he had hit close to her vulnerable spot so quickly. Half of her wanted to welcome the exploration, delighting in someone trying to know her. The other half, the dominant, ever-sensible one wanted to retreat.

"I do. But there's comfort in familiarity. Honestly? I've realised I would thrive in a communist setting."

Aydın laughed, spluttering, the glass of water raised midway." You say the oddest things."

The pleasure of making him laugh made her glow and she relaxed. "If I have too many choices, it’s my fault if I make the wrong one. But if decisions have been made for me? Not only can I complain to my heart's content, but I also feel like I have triumphed against great odds in the struggle to become the independent woman that I am."

“You see odds in everything? I see now why you chose this job." He was regarding her with respect and curiosity. The combination made her feel heady, wanting to let her guard down.

"Why?"

"You get to calculate odds and meddle with everyone's business on a professional basis.”

It was her turn to laugh in surprise.

                       *     *     *

As they ate, they talked about everything from history, to food to dizis, the conversation darting in different directions. Meral could see his quiet intelligence, his attention to detail. She could not remember simply enjoying talking this much before. He had a ready response to everything. Words and laughter were bubbling inside her.

"I better warn Barış. You've watched too many serial killer movies and would leave no trace."

"You can relax. He's not on my hit list yet."

At his devious smile, she pointed at him with her fork. "For now. He's on my good side for now."

"Don't worry, he's a true romantic. He would never do anything that would get him on your hit list."

Her face softened into a smile, "He really his."

"You know, sometimes I feel like I'm their Teyze."

"Barış and Dicle? From a hitman to a teyze?" he grinned at her.

"Yes.Yani, I cook and clean, which I love to anyway. But then being the unwanted third wheel living in her children's house, I leave quietly once I know he's coming over."

"Oh well, I'm the teyze in our house then. You know when- " he stopped at her burst of laughter. "What?"

"I'm sorry- I just-" she said between gasps, "imagining you as a cranky teyze is- actually that's a pretty good description."

"Oh, you think so? As I was saying," he said in mock affrontery, "after Barış got shot, he was trying desperately to be alone with Dicle. But-'

He was laughing so hard he could barely get the words out and she joined in aswell.

He gathered himself and began again," But every single person we know other than Dicle was appearing at our doorstep. And, you remember, Celal Bey? He brought a mountain of food over. And then when Dicle was finally coming over, what did Barış do? Beyeffendi handed me a couple of boxes and told me to disappear."

"How cruel."

Their laughter gradually faded into comfortable smiles. "That man eats like every meal is his last meal," Meral said.

"Evet, but who does not enjoy food though?" he said with a pointed look towards her just to see her reaction and earned an olive in his face for the jab.

"Ow! How do you know how Celal Bey eats anyway?"

"I saw him. At the TV dinner? In the restaurant you recommended?"

"What?"

Her subconcious writer, which had been busy penning their story, suddenly deflated at him not even remembering their first meeting. What hope did a romance have when one party did not even remember the meet-cute? And since when was she considering this a date? Or a romance?

She shook her head and focused back to the present. His expression was serious now, devoid of all the teasing warmth.

"Yes, I remember. I'm sorry you had to see me that way. That wasn't my best behaviour."

He gazed out the window. Meral was dying to know more, to smooth over the lull in the conversation but afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Finally he met her gaze, having made a decision. "I've always been practical all my life. Had to be. Barış and my father are quite hot tempered and.....impulsive, so I was mostly making the money, holding down the jobs. Keeping the job and the peace. I don't apologise for doing what had to be done."

"Tabi canım, you don't have to explain to me. Pragmatic is my middle name." she agreed easily, yet touched that he had shared some small part of himself.

'To doing what needs to be done," she raised her çay in a toast. He smiled and some of the light heartedness returned.

"I understand that life is more than making money and looking attractive. I know I pressured Barış- even got into a fight with Dicle," he glanced at her embarrassed.

"Growing up, our mahalle just reinforced that a happy life is the type of life that photographs well. I know this isn’t true- now- but it’s hard not to think this way. I’ve internalized it."

"I know." Her voice was soft and sincere, easing some of his discomfort. "That's what our lives have become these days. If only we remember to live the moments that we love to photograph."

"Evet. How right you are."

"And this isn't off the back of some truck. This is my own wisdom." She was grateful to see him smile again.

"Gathered during hours of repetitive work. I sit in that room each day, half my mind on the numbers, half in my infinitely more adventurous world."

"You call that repetitive?! I would love that! The assurity of routine."

He sat back with a sigh. "I had so many jobs, never knowing when one would end. Mesela, my current job with Serkan Bey? I finally know some part of what each day brings."

"But don't you miss the excitement of new things?"

"I guess I would thrive in a communist setting too, Meral Hanım. But this sector already has so many new weird things happening everyday, it's never the same."

"Oh you're a veteran of 'this sector' now?"

"Absolutely. Ha! But truly I.....feel like I belong? Actually, Serkan helped me in a difficult situation and I ended up here. I realised I actually enjoy it. I find I have a talent for organising. And persuading and cajoling. Although, if you listen to the whims of all these people! You come across some complete- well I shouldn't say but- Even more than what I met as a taxi driver. I-"

He stopped and seemed to gather himself. "Just glad I have security. The comfort of certainty."

Meral was fascinated hearing him talk, his eyes lit with keen intelligence. She wished she could revel in the comfort he described, but lately she felt stuck in a rut. She had told him she did not like choices but that was not true. She yearned to take chances. Her life had become a collection of the same days, same nights out with the same people. This evening was the only thing breaking the endless monotony.

"I bet you have great stories to tell though. I love listening to stories. We get absolute weirdos at our place aswell but it's ultimately boring. I live vicariously through Dicle."

"I think we should stop talking about them as if we're the side characters."

"Yani?"

"Yani novel falan filan. We keep talking about Barış and Dicle. We should focus on us a little, I think."

His voice had dropped at the end, his eyes on her felt like a caress. Meral could feel something tugging at her to explore this new territory, to take the chance she kept telling others to. But, imagining something in your head was vastly different than having that play out in real life. She fell back on her customary sarcasm.

"Ah, novels. I see I've already corrupted your practicality. 50 points to Ravenclaw."

He had been giving her a lazy smile but groaned at her words. "You're both 'Potterheads'?"

"I thought we weren't talking about them."

"We won't. Because I don't know where to even begin about this. We watched the movies when we were younger, but apparently that's not enough and Barış has been trying to get into 'the fandom'." His voice was a mix of exasperation and affection.

She cried out in mock outrage trying to hide her glee, "Did you just air quote again? And ofcourse that is not enough. I'm glad he is on the right path."

'Neyse. And before you say anything, yes, I know I'm a Slytherin.'

'Oh absolutely," she laughed at his disgruntled form languishing in the booth.

'Ee?'

She raised an enquiring eyebrow.

"So how did you get into the wonders of accounting. I've been spilling all my secrets to you and you give nothing away. Hadi, don't make me take out my truth potion."

"Tsk, tsk. Banning magical discourse and then indulging in it yourself? Shameless."

His quick smile seemed to seep into her.

"Lütfen ya, give me something here. You mentioned you shifted to Istanbul?"

"Yes I did. But that is a story for another day. It's getting late. I think the owner might be coming to personally throw us out."

Her humour just kept surprising him anew; he could not remember when he had last laughed so much.

                       *     *     *

As they walked back to her house, he noticed her slowing slightly. "Are you tired?"

"Biraz. My soul wants to party but my body is of an old woman."

"And what do old women like doing at night?" he cringed at how it sounded.

"Well it's winter so, we drink hot chocolate wrapped in blankets, and avoid people."

"Well people are sources of warmth aswell." Damn. There she was, throwing out words in bright clusters all night, like the gentle snow falling around them.

And everything he said was coming out like an innuendo.

"I mean, figurative warmth. The pleasure of company."

She just raised her eyebrows and hid a smile behind her hand.

"We revel in solitude."

"I didn't know you were that eager to get away from me."

"Oh, you have no idea."

"I think I have some idea." There was something about her, that just made him fall into this teasing, snappy rhythm.

"But we've only met twice. That's not enough data points to form an accurate picture."

"We have met more than twice. And you're doing this on purpose aren't you?"

"What?"

"Mentioning data points now that I've confessed my love for organisation."

Her laughter rang out in the hushed street.

The snow was falling around them gently, giving everything a glittering glow. Her impish face was turned upto his, the snowflakes in her hair like diamonds and dissolving on her lips.

He had the sudden urge to taste that snowflake, run his tongue along the seam of her lips.

Something inside him held him back. He was afraid it was too soon. Afraid to burst this, whatever magic they had between them, just as it was beginning.

Meral could see the moment he decided to forego kissing, the fire in his eyes cooling as they returned to their normal lazy depths. Keen disappointnent burned inside her but was chased away by the still buzzing energy that had been between them all evening.

This evening had already proved to be much more than her normal. An outlier. She wanted to capture the bright feeling, like a firefly; bask in the light for a brief moment and then let go.

"Thankyou. It was..." Unique. Comfortable. Thlrilling, all at once. "Fun. I enjoyed spending time with you."

Surprisingly, her shyness made him bolder. "Me too. I would love to do this again." She looked up. "If you want to, I mean."

"I wasn't angling for an invitation."

"I know. But it stands regardless. I would love to do this again." He could not believe he had managed to get that out without tripping over his words.

The tentative smile on her face made him add, " I must prove I'm the ultimate teyze between us. I'll cook for you."

"Şaka?!" she gave a delighted laugh. "Well then, let the Battle of the Teyzes commence."

When he took her proffered hand, their was a slight shock, as if their bodies were completing the circuit, that energy finally finding a closed loop.

"O zaman, iyi olan kazansın," he said softly.

"Iyi olan kazansın."

"Iyi geceler. Meral." he said, finally breaking the handshake.

"Iyi geceler." She went in and turned at the doorstep. "Aydin."

His name on her lips, materialising in the cold air for a second.

He smiled that slow smile again. An outlier. An input that could start new trends, open new possibilities, change everything.

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[inklingowl]

So we got the first snow of the season that stuck last night and I really want a snow day. I know I need to go into work but I very much do not want to. I have a few days worth of samples to push through on a touchy experiment that I have the best luck of anyone getting to cooperate. This should be the end of the project but I also need to get stuff completed before one of the components expires on the 15th. Theres like 3 days worth of work left so theres no room for error but this thing's so touchy I doubt I'll be that lucky. Yesterday stuff went sideways and I had to change gears and do an emergency stability test in order to get permission to even run these samples and I think I'm going to have to make another thing and test it today in order to make this deadline. This whole project is promising to be a giant clusterfuck of a headache and I anticipate getting yelled at when it all inevitably goes sour. I'd much rather take a mental health day, snuggle up under a blanket with my cats, and appreciate the pretty snow from inside. Taking a day for myself doesn't help with meeting this deadline though and I have a self review due today to boot. I've disliked this job with it's long hours and the crazy stress it brings for the entire 3.5 years I've had it but I've always done my best to see it through. Although lately I just can't summon the energy to care anymore, at least not beyond the "I don't want to get yelled at," type of caring. I'm just tired of getting pinned into these types of situations. I wish the company would stop pushing tight deadlines on us without giving us the time or information we need to make sure everything can be prepped ahead of time. Management and individual departments never communicate with each other and no one has time to get all their ducks in a row for future projects because we're all so busy putting out today's fires. The fact that our schedules change about three times every day doesn't help us prepare either. The entire company really feels like a hose of cards ready to collapse under it's own weight at any moment, and funnily enough they wonder why they have such a high turnover rate. I've been looking for another job for two years now but I've found little to apply for and have gotten zero interviews. That's partly because this is a smaller city and my degree (equine business management) doesn't really match my 8+ years lab experience which makes me questionably qualified for many things. Currently I'm trying to switch departments, because as much as I would love to walk out of that building and never come back, unfortunately I do still have bills to pay. This other department would be less stress and shorter hours. So it's an improvement even if it isn't something I'm terribly interested in. A person just put in their notice in that department so there will be an opening and I've submitted my resume for consideration but the replacement position hasn't yet been approved. My current manager will probably be pissed if I do transfer but that's a her problem. Here's hoping.

[haikyuulovercompany]

[clumsy anon 1/3]May I have a matchup pls? :3 I'm an aquarius INFP and really short girl 5'0''. I'm really shy and distant at first, but once I get more comfortable I become more playful and laugh a lot. I'm an easygoing person when it comes to other people, but I'm really strict with myself. I'm a good listener, loyal and observant person so most of my friends come to me for advice. I treasure them and my family a lot because they made me open up more.

Anon also said: But I still have problems to express myself and bottle up my feelings (I’m trying to change it >-///

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I’m matching you with Tendou Satori!

At first, Satori was amused to how short you were in comparison to him.That was what first called his attention. He acted oblivious to the distanceyou had putted between them. He’s a guy used to being treated differently, soto him it was nothing new. When you eventually started to getcomfortable with him, he was surprise of how nice you were to him. You evenlaughed at his lame jokes.

What made him fall for you was exactly that you see the good in people.You didn’t care for his odd exterior, and took him for who he is. You arepatient, so you can always handle his energy outbursts. You are playful, too,so you join him in his energy rampages.

He couldn’t adore more how clumsy you are. He finds it amusing, and willlaugh most of the times. But he will always make sure you’re okay. He willalways protect you. The fact you acted all weird, and clumsy on your firstdates only made him fall even harder for you. He finds you over the topadorable. You tried once to get him to play tennis. After he kept calling it‘racket-volleyball’, and you accidentally hit your own face with the ballmaking him to uncontrollably laugh, you desisted. He took you to a really nicerestaurant as an apology for laughing so much.

He constantly asks you to draw him like a character from his favoritemanga. A lazy date day consists in both of on a coach with your legsintertwined. You would be reading on of your books, and he the latest volume ofhis favorite manga. You are currently trying to teach him to play chess. Hekind of likes it but isn’t there yet. It makes you happy when he accedes toplay, so it’s worth it for him.

Surprise HugScenario

You have been trying over and over again to draw him. He had found a newmanga, and had gone head over hills with it. You wanted to surprise him bydrawing him as a character from the manga as you always did. There was a slightproblem. The manga style was so different from you, and it was overly complex.

It had been a week, and you still couldn’t get it right. You weren’tgoing to give up, thou. You were almost there.

Satori had been hands full with volleyball practice. As usual theShiratorizawa volleyball team had passed to the qualifiers final. But the demonthey had as a coach had them training tirelessly. You hadn’t properly seen himin almost two weeks. He had gone to your house on Saturday after practice, onlyto immediately fall asleep. He slept for almost three hours. After that, youcouldn’t spend much time together because it got late, and he had to go or yourparents would get mad. And since he also had to do his homework if he wanted tobe able to keep playing, he used his free periods to get the job done. He hadbasically gone M.I.A.

That’s how the idea of the drawing came to you. You messaged each otherevery night. That’s how you know he was alive, and that he had become obsessedwith the manga. You missed each other like crazy, but you had to understand. Hewas a regular. He loved volleyball. You were going to slip the drawing into hislocker with a sweet note. It was going to be your way to tell him youunderstood.

As you were in class, you were fighting to keep your eyes open. Lastnight you were finally able to draw Satori as a character in an almost perfectreplica of the drawing style the manga had. At the bottom you had written youwished him luck, and that you loved him. You had to stay up until three in themorning, so you hadn’t slept a bit.

The day had ended, and as expected it had been another day you didn’t seeTendo. You stayed for twenty minutes in your classroom contemplating thecarefully folded paper in your hands. You needed to be quick, and do it right.He would be in his practice by now.

You left the room, and casually strolled to his locker. You pulled thepaper out of your pocket, and as you were standing on your tips to throw thepaper in there, two longs arms wrapped you, and hugged you tight against awarm, and strong chest making you drop the piece of paper.

“I caught you,” a singsong voice said into your ear. You giggled. Hisbreath had tickled your ear. He let you go, and you were able to turn around.He was already in his training gear.

“What are you doing out of practice?” you asked. You were glad to see him, but you obviously weren’t expecting him. He shrugged.

“I was on my way, but then I saw you, and I couldn’t help myself.” Hesaid with a contagious smile that made you smile as well. He knelt, and tookthe paper from the floor. You panicked. You wanted it to be a surprise. It alwaysgot you nervous when he saw your drawings, or read your letters in front ofyou. “What were you trying to snick into my locker?”

You tried to snatch the drawing out of his hands, but he was so muchtaller. He only needed to raise his arms to leave the paper completely out ofyour reach. He saw the drawing, and his eyes opened wide. A big grin formed onhis face. He carefully folded the paper again, and turned to see you. You werered as an apple looking to the floor.

He tightly hugged you again, this time lifting you from the floor. Youlet out a shriek when you felt your feet leaving the floor, and hugged himback.

“Thank you so much!! You’re the bestest,ya know !?” he exclaimed without letting you go.

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