#and I'm behind schedule on the job applications I was supposed to be doing

[iavanr]

I think I'm at the point in my life where I will give up trying to converse candidly and sincerely with anyone who is too jaded and whose first reaction to any creative project that is a risk is "haha it's gonna fail" congratulations not only have you just firmly shut down the conversation, I am never going to try and share any hopeful piece of news or creative project (mine or a friend's) with you ever again.

tried to tell my brother about a friend's final year project (theyre doing an audio tech course and their fyp is a concert), I was legit just trying to share a part of my day but i only got one sentence out (explaining that my friend was in an audio tech course) before my brother went "oh hes gonna regret that". Was genuinely shocked by how incandescently angry I immediately fucking got. Like speechless rage. Ruined the whole fucking grocery run that I had to go on with my brother and he still kept asking why I was so mad. Had a really similar reaction when my friend's dad asked me what I wanted to do as a job and I mentioned that a real dream would be to potentially be involved with education policy planning or smth similar and hopefully be able to better the system and that friend's father immediately went like "hah good luck" in a snide kind of tone. I almost wanted to get up and throw hands in the middle of my friend's living room.

The thing is I get it, the world is a fucking dumpster fire and anyone who has lived long enough in it is aware of how bleak everything really is. And for many people the response to this seeming hopelessness is to be cynical and scornful and acknowledge it and keep going regardless. I have a very easy life in comparison but idk the only way I can find this world worth living in is to be aggressively hopeful. Being cynical about the abject bleakness never helped me and honestly if I had kept with it I probably would have committed to just getting the fuck out of life way back in secondary school because I cannot find a legitimate and logical reason to continue existing. So I can't ever get too mad at people for reacting to any hopeful thing I try to talk about with immediate disdain/cynicism/laugh at it because that's what works for them but it fucks me up So Bad. It's like everything something like that happens I just want to kill myself on the spot all over again very viscerally. But also most people arent worth the time and effort it would take for me to communicate why exactly I would prefer for them to never react to something I'm trying to share like that ever again, so I guess I'll just take note of ppl who react like that and never bring up that kind of topic ever again bc I know I won't get the optimism and support I want from them, which is fine. It's not a big deal when I have other people in my life who will be able to be happy and hopeful with me. Whatever works for everyone individually and all that.

But yea I guess I just needed to shout this into the void somewhere god being alive is such a chore but I'm happy I can still try and find happiness for myself whenever and wherever I can

[miseriathome]

Cool stuff that is happening at my work job (hospital)

I have been reporting upwards of 5 nursing units a day for HIPAA violations. There is no end in sight. I literally just copy/paste the event reports now. There are actual physical signs right above the trash cans that say "don't put PHI in the trash" and they still just fucking do it. What the actual shit is wrong with this place.

The hot goss is that a coworker was offered a role she applied for... and then the offer was withdrawn because our shift lead told management that said applicant has lupus and would be unable to perform the functions of the role. This is mega illegal, kids!

This is the same shift lead who argued against me about how women should be allowed to staff the [manual labor position]. I told her it was a Title VII violation, she lied that she would escalate my concern to management, I brought my concern upwards myself, and management agreed with me. Except the shift lead keeps unscheduling women staffs' training and was heard this week saying "I will not be bullied into forcing women to staff [manual labor position]." So I guess we're still doing the gender discrimination thing, huh?

I took a bunch of issues like this to HR four months ago. My associate advocate told me my manager was supposed to follow up with me. Every time I reported back that he still had not spoken with me, she reached back out to him. He still won't follow up with me.

But this same manager won't even show up to regularly recurring meetings that he owns the calendar events for. He will assure people day of that the meeting is still on, then ghost. I already told the HR person that he was unreliable, so idrk what to do at this point. Any time I do talk to him, he just tells me he doesn't know anything about the job I do, then makes excuses for why it's okay for the shift leads to be incompetent as shit.

Anyways, a lead for a different shift tried to bite my head off when I informed him that somebody from his shift didn't do their job and left a mess behind for my shift to clean up. He said "maybe it was me. Go to HR about it." So uhhh... I went to management about it. And they "addressed the behavioral issue" and now he won't acknowledge me when he walks past me. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, dipshit.

My own leads have somehow managed to staff me in my most loathed area for three months straight and I'm fucking mad about it. Even when it makes no sense to move me, I get moved. And it should be noted that this is the area that my leads famously refuse to learn for themselves and notoriously always try to screw over as much as possible. And my manager sure doesn't give a shit that I never get to take my lunch and constantly have to stay over, of course.

I don't think management actually has any power over the leads, though. Management will straight-up say "this is a high-priority, time-sensitive task that needs to be done and these are the people who need to be given the time to do it" and the leads (who make the schedule and endlessly tinker with it so they can pretend they're busy) will simply understaff those specific areas and not schedule the time that management requested. Somehow this is cool and beneficial for the department.

Reasons why I can't quit my job:

I require health insurance to live. I've been averaging 6 medical appointments a month for the past year.

Pure spite. It would be really hard to let me go in a way where I couldn't claim retaliation. Everyone must suffer me continuing to be extremely fucking in-the-right all the time. I am literally exemplary and no one can figure out how to argue that I'm in the wrong, because I'm fucking not. I'm both untouchable and insufferable.

Might give it a few weeks and then start filing (more) government complaints, idk. Pretty sure I'm going insane on a clinical level, so honestly who knows where this is going.

[bl6ckr0s3]

Financial Struggles continues....

So Joshua just quit his job at the Johnny Cash Museum. I sort of wish he didn't even accept the job, but they don't have a stable schedule. Their schedule is all over the place, and the manager strictly pointed out that he doesn't care about church. I can understand why people come in and out of that place now because maybe they don't cater as much to the employee's needs otherwise maybe they might be lucky enough to land some long term employees. Joshua knows and wants to do better attending our worship services at our church, so that's the reason he quit so fast there.

He found an add on Craigslist for a custodial job for this one company. Supposedly it's going to be a Mon-Fri day shift which is perfect for him. Now he needs to be there tomorrow by 10am to turn in his application and process his employment because they will start him on Monday. The company is here in town, but it looks like he's going to be cleaning up trash at a UPS corporation. Well, I surely hope he will keep this job for a good while. They are paying slightly more than the museum jobs so more money, the better right now since I been needing his financial support to help me for a long time now. He's not been able to keep his jobs for long because of his pickiness and struggles of dealing with other people or super picky management.

Jesus, if it's not one thing it's after another. I seem to continue to find a long list of things to add to a negative review I will be giving on the Drake Inn. It's supposed to be raining today and tomorrow and possible Saturday. It was raining really really hard earlier and the fucking water literally just leaked underneath our front door and our floor was partially wet. I felt it when I went to grab some stuff from my gym bag sitting on top of the dresser near the front door after I got out of the shower. I felt water on the floor and we were like wtf??? We had to grab a towel and just keep it underneath the front doorway for now while it's going to be raining on and off tonite. Like I mentioned before, I won't be giving a negative review on this place or awhile until I know for sure that we won't ever have to return back to this place. I mean it's really bad. I'll show you a sample of my negative review that I will leave for them when the time comes when we find a more permanent better place to live in here in Nashville. Since Joshua is supposed to be starting his new job next Monday, we need to make sure we come up with enough money to get a room at the weekly hotel right by my job so that I can just walk over there or walk back and not have to worry about needing my car to get back and forth. It's very convenient since it's close to my job if we were to rent a room from the Extended Stay hotel across the street at the end of the block.

Joshua's mother has been helping us financially with money while we been out here to make sure we had enough for our stay until we are able to financially get back on our feet. It's been hard especially thinking about a lot of the stuff that I had to leave behind at that fucking apartment in North Hollywood. I never thought I was gonna end up throwing so much stuff away especially leaving behind my computer cases and motherboards and shit. I spent so much money on that stuff and now it's gone. Well, it wasn't working so I guess it's not much of a loss now because those things had only been sitting in my room these last few years. I never had time, money, or energy to get it back up and running.

Here is a review I have typed up for the Drake Inn Motel that I have not posted online yet. It may be months before I decide to post it, but it's just so bad that it needs to be posted. It's nothing against the staff because they had been wonderful to us with their service. It's the condition of the fucking place that's really went downhill. Here's what I have so far:

"I'm not giving a 5 star review since the room needs a lot of work or a 1 star because of the good staff here. Me and my boyfriend came to this motel because the original hotel we booked our room for was never reserved for us as promised. We paid for a week of stay a month's in advance because we were planning to move down here to Nashville, TN from Los Angeles, CA. We even made a phone call and spoke to the supervisor at the place to make sure that we were going to be ok if we arrived later than the check in time because of the severe weather conditions on the way.

We were traveling 2,000 miles all the way there and we ended up not being helped by a man who was working at the desk during the night hours. He said there was a room available for somebody else, but it wasn't for us because he didn't receive any paperwork of our information. Was that our fault? No, of course not, but the supervisor was not there to help us because majority of the businesses close on Sundays because of their honoring Sunday as a holy day for church. We traveled all that way and not have a room reserved all that time because the guy had overbook the hotel rooms of course so we were pretty much screwed. We drove to a motel nearby so we ended up here at the Drake Inn. My boyfriend wanted to stay here originally because it was known as a filming location for "The Thing Called Love". We didn't realize all the negative reviews this place has gotten until we been staying here for awhile. Their rates are a good deal, but you know what they say, you pay for what you get.

Like I mentioned before the staff was very kind and welcoming and was understanding of our situation with HomeTown Studios. We were thankful for the good rate we were charged since a lot of other hotels were a bit more expensive. We are trying to get back on our feet because we no longer was able to afford to live and survive in California, so we didn't have a choice, but to stay here until we were able to get to a better place. I understand the staff is not responsible for the maintenance of the hotel, but we really don't understand why the owner can't take better care of a historical place? If I owned this place, I would make sure it was well taken care of especially for it being a historical place. It's really sad. A lot of the complaints I have read on the reviews were true about the rooms. We have killed every cockroach that has crossed our path in the room we stayed, probably at least 8-10 within the 3 weeks we now been staying here for. The room is extremely outdated, one of the light covers in the room were missing, somebody took a plastic bag and covered over a spot on the high part of the wall where the smoke detector use to be located, the bed comforter and sheets are old with stains and burnt holes from cigarrettes, there are stains on the floor and on the mattresses that was never cleaned, there is a big hole on the bathroom door, the bathroom door doesn't shut all the way because the door hinges look like they are not aligned, the bathroom ceiling looks like somebody repainted over it and it is a huge glop of whatever they put on and wasn't done right, the toilet water keeps running like the toilet needs to be replaced or there's a bad part that doesn't retain water in the toilet where you can actually flush it normally, and the towels are thin and worn out like they are also very old. In our current financial situation, this is what we had to settle for until we go to a better place since we need to save up for our own place since our move down here. This part of the town is somewhat ghetto, but it could've been worse. My original job facility came from South Central of Los Angeles, so I definitely have seen a lot worse. This location is not far from downtown. The last thing we wouldn't have expected is when there is a big storm raining down, the water had leaked on the floor right near the front door entrance.

We had to grab a towel from the bathroom and leave it on the floor to soak up the rain water, but thankfully the water didn't get to our stuff that was laying by the dresser in the room not far from the door. We are thankful the microwave and fridge at least works. For our budget, this is what we got, but I had never stayed at a hotel that was this bad in condition in my life. This place deserves to be better cared for."

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I am tired of struggling with money. I know me and Josh had only been in Tennessee for 3 weeks. It's going to take some time to get settled down. I truly hope we can get our own place in less than 6 months. We haven't attended church service in the past 2 weeks because of all the Holy Supper schedules going on with the churches. We weren't able to attend the preparation because of my work schedule. I wouldn't be able to travel to Memphis and then be able to make it back to work on time in Nashville. They are very limited in the church services here in these states which is the only thing that sucks. They don't have a locale for Nashville, only an extension at somebody's house. Their real WS are held in Huntsville, AL. We don't want to have anything to do with Alabama which is the reason we registered our locale in Memphis, TN instead. That town is 3 hours away from Nashville. The houses and cost of living there is very very cheap. I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up getting a house down there, especially if Joshua ever gets a job at Graceland down there. I dunno what's gonna happen yet, but I can feel that our lives will slowly come into place because I had been seeing some things work out in our favor since the moment I got the job transfer approved back last fall. Knowing that we were already struggling financially in California and Josh had been dying to come live in Tennessee, now we got our wish. We just need financial help to get through these weeks until we are able to afford our own permanent home. God help us.

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

I've been searching for a job basically since I moved back home. Here are real things that have happened to me.

I scheduled an interview with mcdonald's days in advance. I show up and the woman behind the front counter tells me that there are no hiring managers available. Again, this was scheduled.

I put in an application for dunkin donuts and go in for a scheduled interview. The woman takes my name and phone number and says "we're not hiring at this location. I'll give your info to another branch." Again, this was SCHEDULED. What do you fucking mean you're not fucking hiring? And of course I never heard back from any different branch.

I go in for an interview with pizza hut and I thought it went well. I called back on the day after I was supposed to hear back. The dude says the position has been filled but will "keep my info" in case the new person doesn't work out. It's worth noting he never once asked for my name. How does he know which info he's keeping in mind?

I apply for an overnight position at my gym. It's a two step process. The first process goes great. I'm told to come back in the morning at 9:30. I'm marked down in the schedule and everything. The gym is 30 minutes away. I woke up early to go. I get there and I'm told that nobody is available to interview me until 12:30. I'm obviously not going to wait that long. The one saving grace is that I got a good work out in, at least.

Today, I had an interview with panera. It's, again, 30 minutes from my home. I had class at 4:30 today. The earliest interview time I could get was a 3:00. I take it because it's only going to be 15 minutes. I show up ten minutes early. There's a whole line of people waiting to be interviewed. We're being called one by one. 3:00 comes and goes. At 3:20, the woman comes out and calls a name that isn't mine and I decide to walk out. Even if I get interviewed next, the interview will take 15 minutes that I do not have. Again, this was fucking SCHEDULED. They even sent me two prior messages about how they were happy to meet with me and had me booked. I literally drove all that way for nothing. My time was not being respected. Some people don't have the ability to wait an extra few minutes, bro. I had to get to class. The drive home was 40 minutes with traffic. Again, for literally nothing.

My hometown must be cursed or something because genuinely what the fuck is this?

To add comedy to injury, I actually had another job interview for a place I was genuinely excited for. When I confirmed my interview time, I got a text with an address. Unfortunately for me, I didn't realize that the text wasn't from the job opportunity. Thankfully, I was only about 15 minutes away from where I was supposed to be, but I was incredibly late for the interview. Bad first impression. That text came at such an insanely bad time. I feel like something is working against me.

I can't believe how shit this job search is going. I think my hometown is fucking cursed.

[poisonousquinzel]

Hey y'all, I really hate to be making a post like this, but in true 2020 2.0 fashion, life has been... rough.

I've been trying to get a job in my city since May, but I've been denied because of my health issues.

We also don't have a car. And our town is small so while we technically have a bus, it comes by near my house once per day and isn't reliable.

My mom can't work and my step dad's online work has been stretched dry recently so he's been making bare minimum for months.

I had been under the impression in the beginning of May that I would have the assistance of my parents in this, I've never done most of this before and they made it sound like my mom would help me.

However that wasn't really the case, personal stuff happened for them and I don't necessarily blame them for that, but then in June I got denied for a job because "I have too many health issues" and my step dad told me that we'd get back to it after my birthday. (Post 12th)

I've asked my step dad every morning when I wake up what we're going to do that day, because he had said he was going to be the one handling the job stuff when we started again.

And every day we've done whatever it is he said. We walked up to 7-11, turned in an application, looked up online jobs, etc.

We did the same on Wednesday and the only reason I didn't keep looking into more of them that afternoon was because I had a migraine. And when I have migraines they're not just headaches and they're not just migraines.

It's something I've been working through with my doctor about, because my previous long term doctor since childhood was completely incompetent at her job.

When I get migraines, it makes me nauseous. And being nauseated makes my heart slow down and I faint or collapse.

I can't sleep, it hurts to close my eyes or move them behind my eyelids. It feels like it's sparking against metal with every movement.

I've had to go to the hospital for it in the past when I collapsed into a pile of bags and was barely breathing, my previous doctor just... didn't look at the hospital's report on my visit. Like when I tell you in hindsight she really sucked, she really fucking sucked.

So, yeah, I slept a lot on Wednesday. I wasn't thrilled about it either.

And I told my step dad that I'd do all that stuff on Thursday.

My physical state was pretty visibly clear, I couldn't leave my extra darkened room without wearing sunglasses even though it was 8:30 at night.

But, then on Thursday instead I got into a really heated discussion with the two of them.

And... I am just very, very tired now.

I panic called my therapist 5 times in less than 10 minutes afterwards. It was a really bad day.

Thankfully I was able to get back to back emergency appointments with her and my doctor yesterday morning so dw emotionally wise. But I don't know how I'd be fairing if I hadn't been able to get those scheduled.

But Long Story Short:TLDR: we are a couple of weeks away from being on the streets.

Or in a shelter. We wouldn't be able to bring any of our cats. We would lose all of them.

I don't want to beg, but I suppose I am cause I'm terrified

We're behind on bills and next months are just around the corner, we've run out of local resources here that can help. I don't know all of the specifics, but I do know we're out of options.

If you're in a good financial situation and you feel like it, if you can, literally anything would help.

It'd mean the world. I don't want to end up on the streets or in a shelter, and I really don't want to lose my cats.

I can't.

They're the only thing keeping me going, so, please

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[one-of-us-is-crying]

Senioritis

Preface: I have a month and a half left of school and that is both too long and not long enough to do all of the stuff I need to do.

Firstly, I've been avoiding a paper on Shakespeare that was due two days ago. But it's worth 15% of my grade, so I can't exactly just forget about it. If it was smaller, it wouldn't hit so bad but 15% is pretty hefty.

Secondly, I've just been feeling like garbage lately. Like, I'm so angry and frustrated at everything--from my roommate, who in all fairness is going through some stuff and has been going through it for months, to school, to drivers, to family. I've been so busy and yesterday was the first day in weeks that I slept longer than 6-7 hours in a row. But, in fact, I slept too long because I stayed in bed until 4 and then read a book rather than doing this dumb paper.

I'm stressed about work and the lack of hours but also about my work's constant perspective of "you need to grow in your role"--I'm in general focused on my schoolwork (essay aside) and don't have the emotional capacity to expend growth on work.

With my graduation also pending, I'm supposed to be doing prep work for that and for actually attempting to get a job in my field, but I just don't have the time or energy to devote to that, either. I'm just so thrilled that I get to start my career burned out and behind schedule. I've been planning to apply for an internship and suddenly I have no idea if that's going to work out or if I would have to move somewhere I really don't want to (because cost of living is bad enough where I am and it's the same if not worse there). I half want to move home, where it's cheaper and my mom is, but I know I need to try this internship thing at least or I'll regret it, but I'm just so tired of trying things.

My brother and sister-in-law invited me to go to Disneyland with them this Fall, and I stupidly agreed because I've never been and I want to experience that with my nieces and nephews and I'm excited, really, but there's a large part of me that's also crying out because I really probably can't afford it and I might actually move home if I don't get this internship and my roommate is essentially planning to move with me or stay, depending on what happens, so it's kind of awkward having that riding on the outcome of my job applications, as well.

Cost of living is also rising like crazy. Gas prices have gone up thirty cents in the last week and a half and are expected to rise another twenty or so by tomorrow or the day after. Produce prices are skyrocketing.

Not to mention the absolute mess that's happening in the Ukraine.

...And all of this is coming to a head in my head because of this stupid paper about justice vs mercy in Measure for Measure.

One day I'm going to look back on this post. I can't wait, because evidence to this point suggests that I will cringe at my proclivity for the dramatic, especially because I will have, at that point, forgotten how it feels to be where I am now. And thank God for that.

[hugee0715]

2018

January

2 weeks into the year I cut my hair, probably like 80% of it. Which I quickly regretted. It just seems like every year starts with me doing something to myself, except this one. This January there'll be no surprise, promise.

I also had to decide what schools and courses I wanted to apply to until the 15th. So being the person that I am, at 23:20 on the 14th I submitted all the forms. Earth science, civil engineering or software engineering? I had another 6 month to find out which path my life would take.

February

This photo was taken at around 6 in the morning when I was on my way to a nearby city to take a language certification exam. I was so nervous because I was going into the C1 level right away, basically blindly with no exam experience whatsoever. I remember arriving and meeting 3 other girls who were there for the exam too. We started chatting and they all said that they took the B1 level previously because their teacher advised them. One has already failed, this was her second time. One was there with a whole book of exercises. They all looked so prepared and for a moment I panicked. If I were to fail that day, I'd have had 40 less points for my university application. And a lost bet with my girlfriend. But I didn't fail neither of those.

I also got my girl into MBTI that month, which quickly became the new astrology of our relationship. ENFP-INTP pairing. Cute, huh?

March

This was the month where I kind of chilled down for a moment. It was totally unjustifiable but I still did, thinking I've got plenty of time still till exams would start. I was going to school, doing some small preparations but nothing major.

April

Now this was the month where I regretted all the laziness back in March. My days were counted and I know that makes it sound like I was about to be executed but that's exactly how I felt.

On top of that, in the middle of the month my mum got hospitalized suddenly. It was supposed to be just a check but they didn't let her leave after it. My days were spent with visiting her instead of going to school. She scared us shitless but slowly she started getting better with each day and by the second week she was already coming home.

May

Oh May. I had graduation right at the beginning of the month and 2 days later my week of exams started. A peaceful image of my table right before maths exam. 20 minutes later it wasn't as peaceful anymore.

School ended for good and we had a monthish time before the second part of it all, which are the oral exams.

June

So many papers, hundreds of pages littered everywhere. Stress, overthinking, contemplating why I even applied for software engineering when I was so sure I'd fail the comsci exam, procrastinating, some self pity and over all panic.

One of the exceptions was this day, my mum's work did a little event. They work with old people, helping handicapped elders. A school building full of people who long left the classrooms, doing all kinds of crafts, little games and even some shooting outside. We sat around painting on glass, doing things we probably haven't done together in like a decade.

29 out of 50 so be careful, sharp shooter right here.

July

The 25th came around and at 20:00 sharp the point limits went live. The website instantly crashed by the tens of thousands of people and my blood was loudly rushing inside my head. Once it finally let me in I was scanning through the names of the different universities, then different faculties and lastly the different courses. Earth science. 290. Less than the previous years. A lot less actually. I got into the place I wanted to so badly. I got in by a ridiculous amount of points.

August

An accidental snapshot of my feet while I am having a mediocre melt down in the middle of a bridge over the Danube. The morning started horrendously, I left my student ID at home but I only realized it on the train. Which meant I couldn't buy discounted tickets but I didn't have enough money for the full price ones. So I called mum who called a friend who has a car that they have to come to the city with my ID within 20 minutes because if I miss the train I'll be late and won't be able to enroll to uni. That got solved last minute when they arrived 4 minutes before the train left, which then arrived to Budapest an hour late, the tram was out of service so I took one of the replacement busses but they only went till the Pest end of Petőfi bridge. Which meant I had to walk over when I was already running late so we could very well say that I was done at this point with life and everything.

September

With this picture we can confirm that I wasn't late for enrollment. This is the place most of my days are spent at. The days leading up to me having to move were filled with a weird type of anxiety. It wasn't the kind I was familiar with, it wasn't as scary. As consuming, as toxic. It was kind of exciting, like the feeling you get before getting on a roller coaster. My girl made it feel like that, the security of having her. If there's one good thing about LDR then it's the fact that I can literally have her anywhere with me and it feels like not much has changed. The calmness that this gave me was beyond understandable. I still had her, so there was no need to panic.

Of course it was still a little challenging, the whole change in our schedules and although it sometimes got a little frustrating, she was understanding and I need to thank her for being my safe spot, for making me so brave when I used to be so scared. Without her I would have never been able to do this and she knows that.

October

This is my view everyday when I go to work and back home. A city of so much magic and beauty and also a city that I can't wait to share with my love.

We had our first anniversary. A whole year of being together. I got off of work just in time before it turned midnight in the Philippines. I had a bag of cookies I made the previous day to show, cute, heart shaped ones. Maybe it wasn't the most ideal way or how I imagined it but the meaning behind it is still the same. A year of loving eachother, slowly changing, slowly realizing who we truly are as a team.

November

I made that! My job's description would most likely be miscellaneous. I stand at the counter, make coffee, help customers, sometimes clean or go to the post office, I'm responsible for the paper bags and cups, but on the weekends, I bake. I spend all my Sundays there quietly doing my job. Cookies, pies and as it was getting closer to Christmas gingerbread as well. I had the most tiring days, one time I spent 12 hours there building 6 of these trees and around another 400 of normal figures. My hands got inflamed by the end of the night because of all the icing I had to squeeze out. But nonetheless this is a good first job. I get to learn around really nice and helpful people. Not even mentioning all the free food I get.

December

A happy girl living a more challenging life than ever but still enjoying it like it's nothing.

Decembers are nice. I think back to all the things that happened this year and how different they were compared to last year. I was whining for 66.66666% of the 2017 post. And for the 2018 one all I can think about are the good good things that happened. None of the bad matters. I had one of the worst and one of the best years of my life after one another. No doubt about that.

So yeah,

2018 was a year that will truly be missed. I loved it. But no need to mourn anything because 2019 will give me even more things to write about at the beggining of 2020. Not to even mention 2021. This is far from the end.