#losing my job

[bitchesgetriches]

I Lost My Job and It Might Be the Best Worst Thing That’s Ever Happened to Me

It’s kind of hard to keep up my normal “lol the world is burning pass the whiskey and keep fiddling” tone with this one. Humor is a wonderful coping mechanism, and while I’m still going to try to make you guys laugh… there wasn’t much laughter when this all went down.

In fact, there were tears.

I was laid off on a Friday, and asked to work for one more week. (Who does this!?) It was a miserable, surreal week to say the least. Two totally different reactions dueled for control of my mind.

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[dark-elf-writes]

Oh my god the neighbor’s are once again playing music so loud that I can hear all of it and I’m going to lose my mind.

[namespara]

If Cazador ever commented on Astarions companions (instead of just ignoring them which ultimately leads to his downfall) he'd be pretty flabbergasted to see the durge he definitly has heard of innit

[egophiliac]

(looks at upcoming card releases)

I'm in danger :)

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[mrsbridgerton]

nicola coughlan posting about rafah (palestine) on her Instagram story the day season 3 of bridgerton drops - the woman you ARE nicola

[megamixsmania]

this scene changed me as a person idk about you guys

[ayatheav]

"your time isn't up yet"

[bitchesgetriches]

I think i'm about to get let go from my job. I got a full-time job writing for a magazine right after undergrad, and i moved across the country for it and resettled in a new place, where i knew no one and had zero connections. It's been almost two years now, and it's been a wild ride. I also (finally!) got clinically diagnosed with anxiety and depression in the last two months, and started medication. About a month ago, my boss sat me down and told me a few areas i've been underperforming in, and said we would need to meet with HR. I agreed, thinking it would be to talk about ways to get me some assistance. Meeting happened last week, with less than 24hrs notice to me, and i was told i was getting put on a PIP (i didn't know what that was) and it would last 1 month, before getting reevaluated and the PIP would be extended, or I would be let go. This was without express verbal warnings, and i'll be getting a written warning alongside the PIP. I am starting to look for other jobs, but I feel adrift and abandoned. Do you have any advice for me?

(PIP means "performance improvement plan" in business-speak).

Kiddo, this really sucks. I'm sure it's not a pleasant process to go through.

Our advice is to definitely polish off the resume and start applying elsewhere. That's never a bad idea, and you should always keep in practice for job interviews.

Also, since you've just been diagnosed... don't stop there! Seek help or treatment for your mental health! If you have anxiety or depression, it's absolutely going to affect your work. Improving your mental health will help ensure your PIP is successful.

Lastly, be proactive about the PIP. Stick with it, seek regular feedback, ask lots of questions, and take notes on your progress. At the end of each work week, email your supervisor and HR (or whoever is overseeing the PIP) some notes on how you've succeeded in improving your performance that week. And include some notes on how you'll approach improvement NEXT week. If you want to keep this job, you'll need to go above and beyond to impress them with proof of improvement.

It's also ok if you don't want to keep the job. If it's time to move on, pull the trigger. We believe in you, little one.

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[anothersuperstition]

my chemical romance albums but make them (a24(ish)) film posters

[riggsink]

@star-sparkler I humbly offer this comic of August, she is light itself and perfect in every way

[frogs-in3-hills]

hi does anyone else think about april throwing herself over leo to shield him in the shredder strikes back despite having no weapons no way to defend herself and probably assuming she was going to die. does anyone think about that all the time. every day. uncontrollably

[ID: Digital fanart of Ninja Turtles 2003 depicting a scene from The Shredder Strikes Back part 2. April kneels over an injured Leo, cradling his head and looking back over her shoulder to snarl viciously at the camera, though there is obvious fear in her eyes. Her hair has partially fallen out of her bun, the loose strands sticking to her face with sweat. She has a cut on her cheek. Only a portion of Leo’s face can be seen from behind her shoulder. He looks up at her with a sad, pained expression. He has a swollen, bloody shiner on his cheek in addition to other cuts and bruises on the rest of his body. They are on the wooden floor of a dark attic. End ID.]

[canarydraws]

Andromeda 💙💜🩷

[midnightfrappe]

@eepsy had a vision and i had to make it real

[buckingham-ashtray]

Not Them still haunting me even on my hike.

More than one hundred miles away from home and I am still unable to escape Them. Not even physically.

I can't anymore. THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE.

(watch me lose my absolute mind in the tags💀