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jazzycheshirekitten-blog · 6 years ago

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Kar Cat

@croupiergin

Jazz

You are Jasmine Lalonde, most commonly becoming known in this universe as Jazz. Of course that was what you were mainly known as in the universe of your origin, but that's besides the point. Jade had left some time ago and you were soooooo bored. And hungry. ................and lonely but you can't let anyone know that in seriousness............... You suppose you could use the buzzer thing to summon the doctor but this didn't seem like an emergency to you so you just lay there staring at the ceiling. Now and then you mew or sigh a little. Being trapped with nothing but your thoughts sucks.

Karkat

Your name is Karkat Vantas and man, it turns out that war isn't actually all that exciting when it's in the first few subterfudge stages. Especially when you don't really have much to do outside of going to work and helping in small things. One of those small things is going to see if Gwen is busy or needs help in the infirmary today. You're always fond of spending time with her, so. You wander around a bit before opening a door, seeing Jazz inside, and blinking. "Oh, shit!"

Jazz

You're head pops up and you look at the troll at the door. "No shit here. Unless you mean I look like shit which today I won't ague with too much given I was shot," you grin. "Hi there~"

Karkat

"Holy shit, shot? What happened?" You squint at her a little bit, and yeah okay the bright pink hair, the tails, the ears. Who the hell else could it be. "Are you Jazz?"

Jazz

"My reputation proceeds me~" you purr in delight that you don't have to introduce yourself to him. Yes good. Kitty is pleased. "Well as I've had to tell others who come in here, Mr Diamonds shot me thinking I was someone else and brought me here after. I am currently in the process of possibly being hired. But trust is a rare commodity so thus I am..." you yank a little on the cuff on your one arm that holds you to the bed. "Detained."

Karkat

"Oh, shit. That's, uh, pretty fucking wild." You consider it for a second. "Though not surprising. It's a bad time to be cat shaped and unknown in this city. But you seem like you're holding up pretty well, all things considering."

Jazz

"So I hear, but cats land on their feet," you wink. "And who do I happen to be speaking to?" you ask him curiously.

Karkat

"Oh. Karkat. We spoke on the blogs, but I'm not like, shocked you don't recognize me or anything." You walk over and offer out a hand. She seems nice enough so far, and if she's as new as she's said she is, she's probably harmless.

Jazz

You look at the hand then shake it, guessing this is a thing in this universe... Though maybe it was a thing in your universe as well but you were never one to pay attention to social graces. "Nice meeting you in person~ You're a cutie~" are you flirting? Yes. You gotta flirt like you gotta breath.

Karkat

"Uh huh. That's what all the shot catgirls say." You say this as flatly as you can, but there's the faintest blush of red across your cheeks. Even you aren't immune to cute girls

Jazz

You are very good at being cute! You're twin tails wave in the air as you scooch into a relatively comfortable position. "Hmm~ Get shot catgirls that often then?" you question with a wink. Come closer... Look at how cute and pettable you are. Come on now, cute Karkat~

Karkat

"More than I'd hope, less than you'd think." You don't move closer just yet. Call it paranoia. "If you are let out, what're you thinking you'll be doing?"

Jazz

"I'm small but I'm very good at persuasion of various types, if you know what I mean~" you purr as you stretch out an arm and wave it in a paw-like beckoning gesture. "Can I ask you a huuuuuuuuge favor?"

Karkat

".......Sssssure fuck it why not. I didn't come down here because I was super excited for something, after all."

Jazz

In a piteous voice you whine, "Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" You make an adorable pouty lip at him as you look at him with your pupils dilated for the ultimate cute kitten look.

Karkat

You stare at her. You stare at her some more. You conider it for a moment. "So those ears of yours are real"

Jazz

"Extremely real. And my hair is super soft~" you grin as you flick your ears to show him.

Karkat

"...That is super, super fucking cool and also extremely confusing. I'll pet you but don't make it a whole fucking thing." You walk over and give her some good scritches. You're good at petting cats, because of course you lavish uncle Droog's with attention every day.

Jazz

You purr so loudly and mew with happiness. No one has pet you since... it's been a while. You hardly register what he's saying once he's petting you. So you just hum, "Huh?..."

Karkat

Okay, that's probably fine then. It seems like she really is just a big cat. Which begs, uh, a WHOLE lotta questions that can probably wait until she's officially crew or not. You ruffle her ears lightly.

Jazz

You continue to purr and your free arm curls around him and tugs him close so you can rub your cheek on his chest. Oh outer gods he's so wonderfully warm!!! You could sleep on him! "Oh I like you, nya~" you mumble.

Karkat

"Jesse you're cuddly. No wonder uncle Droog gave you a chance." You pause a bit to make sure you don't overpet her. That happens sometimes with cats, okay? And this one might have big claws.

Jazz

The pause earns him a lil kitty pout. "Why'd you stop?"

Karkat

"Oh, uh. Hey. Listen. If I don't take it careful with most cats, they tend to flip their shit and claw me up before looking at me like I've managed to become a war criminal. And it's not like I should be less careful with a human sized one"

Jazz

You giggle in amusement. "While I am very cat, I am also very human and I do have an understanding of when to use my claws and when not to, Karkat~ And clawing a potential coworker would be a rather stupid thing to do," you say with a smile.

Karkat

"Yeah, well. Lotsa folks got lotsa weird instincts. Assuming is a good way to get my ass kicked." You shrug and continue to pet her. She's surprisingly sweet??(edited)

Jazz

Your purrs resume and you are a little less lost in the pets now thank fully. You nod slightly, "Instinct is a fair concern, but I assure you that I have control over my baser instincts and will only cause harm when intended." Deciding you like this one, you also decide that you want him to want you around. "Tell me about yourself?" you ask. You generally only bother with pleasantries with those who are are enjoying and he fits that.

Karkat

"Uhhh." You consider. "I'm the son of one of the dudes who'll be your boss if you're integrated in. I like to tell people that as soon as possible so there's less of a chance of shit being weird if they find out later on."

Jazz

"Oh cool. So given what I know..... I'm going to guess that you are the son of.... Spades Slick? That's the name, yes? I'm pretty good with names I bother remembering," you say playfully.

Karkat

"Hey, good guess! Or, probably less guess and more "huh he looks too scrummy to be Droog's kid and he's not bee themed enough to be Deuces, and Boxcars is not nearly as angry" but you know what? I'm still gonna give you props."

Jazz

"I'll be honest... Diamonds Droog and Spades Slick are the only boss names I know at the moment," you giggle. "You didn't react in a way that indicated Mr. Diamonds is your father when I mentioned him, so I guessed the only other name I knew."

Karkat

"Oh, shit, man. You're gonna fit in great? We love clever shit like that here."

Jazz

You beam at the praise. Yes you are a clever kitty. Let the praises rain down upon you. "I'm glad. I intend to be extremely useful~" You have to admit... You're excited to rip into some people and not think about your problems. "I have a question if you have any knowledge on the topic," you say before meowing once.

Karkat

"Sure, I probably have at least some knowledge. You learn a lot of shit just meandering, around here."

Jazz

"Is having side employment permissible? I am personally interested in breaking into the porn industry," you purr deeply.

Karkat

"Oh. Uhhh." You try very hard not to blush and fail. "It's fine, yeah. I work at one of the casinos. With the...issues going on, though, I dunno how safe it would or wouldn't be. Plus, that's not my area of know how."

Jazz

"Well I'd be recording stuff and uploading it online. It's not like I'd be meeting clients in person," you chirp. What a cute blush~ It makes you nuzzle your cheek on him again. "I suppose I'll have to get approval from those in charge when the time comes~"

Karkat

"It won't be too hard, to be fair. They don't really mind. We're just all a bit, uh, on edge." You wonder how much you should be saying. Though, it is pretty damn obvious what's been going on even to people who have no connection to the gangs.

Jazz

"I am aware the tensions in this city are rising to warring levels. One of the first things I did upon getting here was try to get a basic understanding of the situation at hand," you let him know. "I know someone important died though that is about it."

Karkat

"...Yeah." You clear your throat and make yourself a little more comfortable. "You'll learn more about it if you're let in. Or if you listen enough, anyhow. It's not exactly a great big secret."

Jazz

Your empathy is not great so you don't exactly pick up fully on the cues of his reaction, but you at least know that it wasn't exactly positive. "I'm sorry for your loss," you tell him. That's what normal people say, yes?

Karkat

Don't worry Jazz, empathy is not exactly common in a whole lot of the city. He does look appreciative of it, though, and rubs his chin. "Thanks. Hey, do you need anything down here? I know Miss Paint is a really good lady, but I figure you might want something to entertain yourself."

Jazz

"Oh please!!! I'm gonna die of boredom!" you say dramatically before adding, "Also she's been out a while and I'm getting hungry. Got any fish?"

Karkat

"No fish on me, but I could probably grab some. And, I have like, a shitton of books"

Jazz

Books.... You used to love books so much. Before.... before... "I would greatly appreciate it and some books," you smile. ...... you try not to think of before.... she's gone.

Karkat

"Awesome. I have...mostly romance I'll admit but uhhh I can get you other stuff. I don't think it'd be hard."

Jazz

"I'll take whatever you offer," you tell him with a purr. You're not eager to let go of his warmth, but you do because sadly you cannot keep him forever.

Karkat

"okay." You think about what else you can do. Probably nothing too much. Gwen will eventually return, and Droog hasn't made a proper decision yet. It wouldn't be right for you to fuck things up no matter how much you like Jazz. But... "Are you totally cliche and like milk?"

Jazz

You laugh a little and give him a chagrinned smile, "Most cats are actually lactose intolerant and sadly I am one of them. I am cursed to a life without ice cream."

Karkat

"Oh fuck! Well- Uhh there's tons of non dairy shit in the city at least? Hahaha uhhhh I can bring you something else to make up for this fuck pax." GREAT JOB KARKAT, YOU BIG GODDAMN MORON.

Jazz

You pat his shoulder, "It's alright. It's not a commonly known fact and there's no reason for you to have assumed I am lactose intolerant just because cats are. I like meats the most but if not, most sweets will do."

Karkat

"Cool, awesome. Uhhh, did they take your phone?"That seems like something they'd do for maybe-prisoners.

Jazz

"Yup! Shall be returned when I am tested and not wherever here is. It's only smart business so I understand," you tell him with a smile.

Karkat

"Ahh, alright. Well, I figure you can still contact Paint..." You mumble this last part to yourself. You worry, alright? "Cool, I'll be back in a little bit with the goods."

Jazz

You show him the pager. "In case of emergency I was told, but yes I am not completely without means of contact if required. And I'll be waiting Karkat~"

Karkat

You give her the thumbs up and head back out, mentally berating yourself the whole damn way. You come back in about a half an hour, with the smell of fish, water, and good books attending you.

Jazz

You cheer his return like he is a triumphant hero! "Fiiiiiish!!!!!"

Karkat

"We had some tuna in the fridge, so I just kinda. Cooked it. Uh. I'm not the best cook by any means but it should at least be edible." You put it on the nightstand next to the bed. "And the books- Uh. A couple of history novels, a romance. A recent edition of the newspaper."

Jazz

"That is wonderful. Thank you Karkat," you tell him with a purr. "Can You stay or do you have to go?"

Karkat

"I gotta leave, for work. But at least you got some stuff, right?" You know this sucks. You can't imagine something like this not sucking??

Jazz

Oh you've been cooped up in a much more sucky situation. Maybe he'll unlock your backstory someday~ "This is perfect. Thank you Karkat~" you assure him since you think he'd like that. "I'll be doing fabulous."

Karkat

"No problem." There's the blush again. "I hope I'll get to see you later."

Jazz

You blow him a kiss and wink, "TTFN, Ta ta for now~ Meow!"

Karkat

You think she's hilarious but also makes you very nervous so you can only manage a small laugh before skedaddling. A+ work, Vantas.

Jazz

A cutie. Absolute cuties. In your mind he is on the list of things you consider vaguely yours because you are a cat and you own anyone you like.

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prorevenge · 7 years ago

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Wanna take over my wife's job after her maternity leave? get yourself pushed out of the company instead.

LTL, FTP. I have almost no direct involvement in this tale. I'm writing it on behalf of my wife.

Sorry for the wall of text... TL;DR at the bottom. This story happened (ended) two weeks ago.

Background:

We live in a country that needs a lot of improvement on laws, their application and enforcement.... we are a lot better than a few years back, but still sometimes people can get away with forging some types of documents, like medical records, education degrees etc. Also, english is not our main language, so job titles, degrees and other details are translated to their best equivalence.

According to our country's labor laws:

All female employees are entitled to 3 months paid maternity leave.

Employers, at their own expense, are expected to cover for the employees on maternity leave, usually with temp workers.

Severance payments are mandatory when firing employees (without justified cause... crime, fraud, etc) with more than 3 months on their jobs, so that's the time limit to be considered a temp employee.

Severance payment calculation is rather complicated, but for firing people employed 4 years or less, it usually boils down to about 4 months of salary.

To fire Pregnant women, employers have to pay them 6 months of salary on top of the severance payment they're entitled to.

If an employee quits voluntarily, they effectively forfeit all benefits previously mentioned.

My wife has been working for a non-profit for 10 years now. I don't want to give out much detail, but the company deals with, among other things, basic women's healthcare (first care ob-gyn, birth control, pregnancy tests, etc). The company has 3 locations within 10 or less miles from each other.

I own a small tech support firm and we've been offering services to this company for about the same time (hence my small involvement). We actually met through this professional relation. This is her second kid, my fourth... and first baby girl!

The main characters:

DW: My dear Wife - The main role.

TB: Temp Bitch, DW's nemesis/bane

DO: Director of Operations... Wife's boss lady.

AD: Administrative Director, Boss' Boss (also a lady FWIW)

On to the story.

DW is a very easygoing, introvert person. She can be shy when you first met her, and on first impression, she gives out a vibe of being a pushover. In reality, she takes no shit, from anyone, including (or specially?) me.

She was hired as the company's receptionist originally, but thanks to her hard work, ethics, and professionalism (which I've witnessed myself even before dating her), she's being promoted constantly.

Her apparent pushover personality has been a recurring theme on her job, since for years she worked as an office manager (in charge of overseeing the company's vehicles, managing the drivers, janitors, dealing with some external contractors, etc) out of the receptionist desk (this is a small to medium company).

Sometimes when a new manager was hired, they tried to make her run phone errands (set appointments, pay bills, etc) and other petty stuff (like serving coffee, etc) you usually have a low level secretary do, thinking she was only a receptionist.

She promptly called for a staff meeting every time, having DO set these assholes straight.

She foresaw the company's need of having a human resources manager, so she talked me into help her (financially and with domestic duties) get a masters degree in human resources 3 years ago (she's a business major). I contributed to the cost and did my best to take care of the kids and the house when she was in class. She graduated with very good grades, and the investment paid off. The position was created last year, following advice by external assessors, who promptly recommended the company to give my wife the job, with a significant pay raise involved. YAY!!!

A few months later we got pregnant again, so DW and DO hired this temp girl (Temp Bitch or TB) to cover for DW during her maternity leave.

DW was very weary on her last days of pregnancy when she trained the TB, and she may have commented how relieved she would be without work stress for a few months while enjoying our baby girl... TB probably got DW's pushover vibe as well.

TB turned out to be an opportunistic, backstabbing bitch that thought that she could take over DW's position... she also turned out to be somewhat stupid.

As a weird coincidence, my employees knew her! A few months prior, she was employed as an consumer electronic salesgirl on other company that uses our services, and they knew she was not in fact a human resources / business major as she claimed to be. She was a marketing major fresh out of university. At the time, my wife let it slide (didn't alert the company) as she was after all a temp employee, and expose her will mean DW would have to either scramble to vet and train another candidate in less than a week, or reschedule her c-section for a week later.

While DW was on leave, some of her coworkers started alerting DW in private, that the TB started to get more and more comfortable into DW's position. Among other things:

Overriding some of the directives and procedures DW had put in place, trying to implement her (often inadequate/wrong) own.

Giving employees advice and directions that directly contradict DW's instructions.

Giving hell to some of the suppliers the company and DW have been satisfactorily dealing with for years.

TB had the audacity to change the email footer on DW's computer, as well as wording on the emails themselves, to appear as she was the official HR manager, not DW. She did this on specific emails to certain employees and suppliers, changing it back when she emailed or copied the bosses... I know, this sounds very stupid as she's leaving written evidence easily proveable. Some of these emails were forwarded in private to DW by her coworkers.

This bitch is a class A sweet talker, so she convinced the bosses to let her stick around for another month after DW returned to work, to organize and help finish up some procedural handbooks my wife started writing (but were actually DO's responsibility). Her contract was renewed for another month so she could perform this very specific task. As this boundary was not defined in writing, she started to overstep it in every way she could:

1- Sign herself up on a training course on the company's dime.

2- Setting up onsite training courses for the staff (already quoted by my wife with other external providers), to take credit for the coordination effort... however she left loose ends. My wife decided to pick up the slack as letting it slide would have affect both the employees and the training company.

3- Telling my wife in several instances (in front of other employees) that she needed to stay after hours to finish up certain tasks pertaining to her position (as a way to mark territory/establish dominance?)

4- questioning my wife's decision (again, in front of other employees) about scheduling tasks and meetings, and her ability to keep up with them.

5- published a "before and after" manifest, detaling all the "improvementes" she made to the HR managing position, contrasting her tenure against my wife's.

6- treating representatives of various supplier companies unjustifiably like dirt, in a twisted/sick way to assert dominance, maybe? A particularly nasty phone call was overheard by AD.

7- Several other similar instances of these 5 examples.

Here's where DW got fed-up, and she started her Pro revenge. from each of the above instances these actions were taken (please match the numbers):

1- DW Contacted the training company to let them know that an error was made with the trainee's name, which should be the company's HR manager. So DW set the training course for herself (as it should have been from the beginning) and deferred it for a latter date. She let her bosses know but not TB, who showed up for the nighttime course only to find out she was not allowed to take it.

2- As DW had way more time interacting with the onsite training Contractor's company, on the training day the training supervisor came in looking for DW to help them set-up everything, afterwards commending her for all her effort taken to make the training day a success. TB left the room in a huff.

3 and 4- DW replying to TB right then and there, on each occasion, that she was in no way taking her precious family time to work after hours, and that she had enough ability to get the work done before 5pm that day... and then do exactly that, some times even with time to spare.

5 and 6- DW had a private meeting with DO to talk mainly about the "before and after" manifesto, as well as everything else. My wife's point of view was that the company should not have allowed all this to happen, unless of course they intended to fire DW and keep TB as HR manager. DO apologied profusely to DW, assured to DW that this was not the case at all, and told her that the AD, after overhearing TB's nasty phone call, decided she didn't wanted TB to be part of the company in any way, shape or form and comissioned DO to take care of it.

DO called TB to a private meeting on a friday, during which she informed her that her services were no longer needed. DO relied she was aware TB was past the 3-month mark, so she was entitled to some severance compensation. TB asked to be able to respond to this the next monday.

On monday, TB presented DO with a Positive Pregnancy Test (yes, you read that right) and told DO they now had to "negotiate", citing the 6-month salary compensation law for dismissing pregnant employees. TB expressed that she saw "no need for her to be fired", and she very much preferred to remain on the company as an employee. DO told TB that she needed to get back on her about this and scheduled a meeting for a few days later.

DO met with AD, who reiterated she felt TB should not be part of the company, so DO turned to DW to start the dismissal and compensation procedures.

Here's where my DW's revenge gets really Pro:

With the help of my coworkers, DW got more detail about TB previous employment and marketing major background, which allowed her to get publicly available info (from a job search/application website) about TB, which constituted irrefutable proof she falsified her credentials to get hired by the company in the first place. DW didn't even bothered to tell me about this at the time, as at the moment I was in the middle of a very stressful work trip.

Made a dossier of printed out emails on which TB was making herself known as the HR manager to lower level employees, suppliers and contractors.

DW met with DO, and presented her with all this evidence. DW said that it took a great effort to pry DO's jaw off the floor. DW stressed that it was in the company's best interest, that TB should be required to retake the pregnancy test within the company's healthcare facility.

As I'm sure you already guessed, tests came back negative, with no evidence of a recent miscarriage.

DO purposedly scheduled TB's meeting on the same day DW had to meet with company's employees on one of the other locations, so she didn't witnessed it, but she were told that TB somehow managed it to keep it together until she was showed the door. As it is part of her duties, DW knows for a fact that a resignation letter, signed by TB, is on file with the company, and that no monetary compensation whatsoever was paid to TB.

If you made it this far, again, sorry for the wall of text. Thank you for going thru it.

TL;DR: Temp worker try to run over my wife during/after her maternity leave, my wife uses the temp stupidity to royally fuck her instead.

(source) (story by echalopafuera)

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fuck-customers · 7 years ago

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I have a nice workplace in terms of management and most of my coworkers so my experience here may be a bit skewed but I'd like to speak about my experience with something that affects a lot of people on this page MENTAL HEALTH IN THE WORKPLACE.

This is gonna get long and I've actually cut out a lot to save explaining because it's a bit ...shitty... but here's the main story.

I just wanna say on the out - don't be afraid of sharing. I found that sharing actually did help me a lot at work, and if I told them earlier it would have saved me a lot of hassle.

I've worked for the same company for almost 4 years now. I started as a high school student, transferred and then continued as a university student. Before that I worked in a really terrible small store as a summer temp, and I've worked for my school during the summer for three weeks (and ongoing corresponding throughout the year that I'm paid for) as part of a summer school exchange. But. My focus for this will be my main job and the store I'm currently at.

I suffer from an anxiety disorder - with it brining symptoms of depression but I would never really say I had depression or even depression and anxiety. I don't take meds and I'm not currently in therapy (I had a short stint at the beginning of this year but had to bail as it interfered with class). Although I believe understanding your symptoms is important I'm not 100% of self-diagnosis but I was pretty sure prior to diagnosis that I had problems with anxiety. I was diagnosed in 2014.

I'd never properly brought it up at work. I sometimes mentioned feeling increasingly more anxious at times when I was at store 1 during my high school days and this was brushed off. I think my supervisor said something along the lines of, "everyone gets like that! just relax!" he was a pretty nice guy, but, a bit dim. Another time I told him I was stressed and he told me I was too young to be stressed.

The first time it came up was when I first got introduced to my current manager. I was working in the store for about 2 or so months when my manager there quit. I was heartbroken because I really hated my then "new" store at the time and constantly felt homesick - him and maybe one or two others made it bearable. What's worse, my new(current) manager was known to a lot of the staff already as he worked between our store and another store as a supervisor a few years back, and then became a temporary ASM before the current one came. I was opening with him on maybe his third shift back, it was me, another staff member and someone completely new. He didn't say one word to me - really - as he wanted to help the new person and he knew the other person. I felt super uncomfortable as for that whole shift I felt forgotten about - he spoke to everyone else as they were either a new seasonal staff or he worked with them beforehand. I was just not on his radar. At this time. I hated this place even more. At this time, my anxiety was hella bad. I had a lot on my plate, like, a fuckload of shit that I'd rather not get into online and it would probably get us off the point of this place.

Essentially, I needed to clarify something with work that my old manager had told me was okay but it didn't seem to be noted anywhere. As I didn't know him at all, I asked supervisor number 1 about my issue. Supervisor 1 shrugged me off and told me I'd have to speak to our boss about this. He wasn't in on my next shift, so, I decided to ask supervisor 2 - supervisor 2 was less helpful than supervisor 1 as she told me the exact opposite of what I was hoping. I cried the whole way home. I felt trapped and hopeless.

I even contacted my old manager asking if I could transfer back down. It was almost Xmas anyway, so, I could just go home (although this was not ideal, abusive household). I only lived about 100 miles away so I could always travel to there on a Friday night, work the weekend and come up mid-Monday as I had no class either until the summer (when I would just come home and work...again not ideal but at the time I was getting a lot of money for my age as I was still only 17) or I could just work there until I found a new job here.

The next shift I was in was with my manager, it was a Tuesday starting early, I don't know why I was scheduled in for this shift as I had class. But. I went anyway. I thought fuck it, I'll ask him. As I didn't know him that well I just explained my situ and also what Supervisor 2 said to me. I also told him (truthfully) that I'd been having panic attacks since Supervisor 2 spoke to me.

His response was kinda ...weird. He thought it was "fucked up" (exact words) that he had no handover on the issue and immediately sorted it. He told me later on that shift that "nothing work related should make you that anxious EVER". And we left it like that.

I still felt left out at work. My manager still didn't really speak to me. My anxiety was getting worse due to class/bad family back "home" and work. I recall getting told off by my manager for something really trivial and for asking for a holiday a few times for him to snap at me before storming off to enter it. I assumed he didn't like me. I was a pain in his ass.

Shortly after this, I got hit by a massive anxiety truck. I felt so low, I couldn't leave my bed. I missed so much class and so much work (although I lied and said I had food poisioning from work as I didn't know how to bring it up). And then... I felt better. I was scheduled for work at 9:30am on a Sat, which was pretty standard and the night before a few of my high school friends were in town for a gig, so I met them after it for a drink. Honestly, I don't drink A LOT - I have a very low tolerance made worse by anxiety. Since I was in class all day and was meant to work the next day this would be the only time I'd see them for a while. I lasted one drink and felt overwhelmed. I had to go home. I cried all night and couldn't calm myself down. Before I knew it, it hit 7:30am and I was still shaking so badly. I honestly couldn't make it out of my place to get the bus. Serving customers was off the menu. I'd only been back on shift as well, and hadn't done my back to work. I called in and it was Supervisor 2 - who I really hated and was leaving soon. But. I just told her. I couldn't lie anymore.

"You've been off a lot."

I had been off a lot - at my old location I was off ONCE and that was because I had a sickness bug and was sent home the day previously. (I had to throw up and couldn't make it to the bathroom so threw up outside the store...lovely). I'd been off here a lot - mainly due to catching illnesses but more recently due to anxiety.

"....I'll go see a doctor?" I shrugged.

"Yes, do that. I'll say to manager."

I had a long weekend (inc Monday) of wallowing in self pity before making my way to the doctors on the Tuesday. My doctor could see I was intensely stressed and asked me if my student loan could cover my living costs (no) as my job seemed unnecessary due to my university commitments. By this time I had lost around 20 lbs as well - I was never skinny to begin with but this weight came off in about 2-3 months essentially because I was living off ramen as the thought of cooking/going to the shop seemed too scary (hahahah you're such a student with your ramen nope I'm fucking mentally ill). He offered me medication but I denied, as I was worried about adjusting to them so close to my deadlines. I planned to start them that summer but I'm still not on anything. He wrote me off for a further two weeks for both work and uni, but, I was behind on uni so went in anyway.

I didn't want to go back to work. The thought of work made me feel so ill and so anxious. I started looking at new jobs and filled in an application for a stockroom job for a museum gift shop. I was just waiting for the right time to contact my old manager from the first store for a reference because there was No Way In Hell my boss was gonna give me a reference.

When I returned, after trying not to cry as I reached the door, my boss grinned at me as I walked in, "HEY WELCOME BACK! :)"

"...hi..."

"I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

As I entered the staffroom, a new face was there, "HI I'm Supervisor 2.1!" Supervisor 2 had left already, phew. Supervisor 2.1 kept talking and talking and talking. He was nice. I already decided I liked him because he seemed to have little filter and seemed genuine.

"I used to work at [other location] but I live in [same place as me] so this is closer! And I'm getting more money as I'm not a SUPERVISOR!!! Just getting used to the busses!"

I smiled and told him I got the busses too and would help him tonight.

As I was about to start, my manager called me into his office to do my paperwork and also dragged Supervisor 2.1 in to show him how to do it, and to keep him "in the loop".

"We need to do your back to work form. But this is quite serious."

I thought...fuck... he thinks I'm faking. I'm gonna get fired for a lot of absences.

Nope.

We filled in the form as usual and looked over my doctors note. He said he recalled the time I told him I was taking panic attacks and just thought I was exaggerating and he apologised a lot for thinking that.

He then told me he valued me so much as a team member as I always got shit done and was a hardworker, he apologised if he'd ever been "off" with me as he said he just didn't really think I liked him or needed constantly guidance on tasks.

We had this long-ass chat about mental health. In which he told me he'd been on and off anti-anxiety medication for the past 5 years. He went into detail about how he didn't go into his old work at all and eventually got fired and said he was super proud I sought help before things went too far for me in regards to either work or school. Supervisor 2.1 chipped in and said he's a very nervous person, perhaps not anxiety level but nevertheless very nervous.

It went on for an hour and since then, we've had a great relationship. And I mean REALLY GREAT. Essentially, we worked out we were basically the same person - I would have probably never found out this shit if we never had this long-ass convo. I also become really close friends with Supervisor 2.1 who constantly gets me into trouble for talking to him and coming back late from lunch as he always insists on dining out.

I think I was making myself quite distant at work because I was in a bad place mentally - and because of that - I was getting increasingly anxious at work.....the cycle went on.

Since then, I've obviously had "difficulties" but it's been super easy to talk to managers about it. I once mentioned, in passing, to our ASM how the messy tshirts unsettled me and she switched my zone in the store so I could go tidy them (I was doing nothing anyway). I've had reviews and have been praised for hard work and customer service - with downsides being confidence, usually.

Recently, I had quite a bad anxiety "relapse" - I asked my manager if I could talk to him - as it was fucked anyway and an issue at work with one coworker and another being assholes to myself and another coworker made it worse. Mixed in with deadlines, I needed either reduced hours or a couple of back of house shifts to help me calm. We talked out the issues and I took a panic attack that he managed to talk me out of before it got too bad which, sadly, kinda set him off a bit as I noticed he was stimming quite badly. He checked up on me that night and thanked me for sharing.

Due to the fact I get easily stressed and my work knows this, they are happy to fit my schedule around my class and deadlines. Something that before they were a bit like "meh" about.

I just wanna say PLEASE DO NOT DO A ME AND HOLD IT IN UNTIL IT GETS REALLY BAD. I still get very stressed and nervous when I think about that time in my life - if I had been more open earlier I would have saved myself a lot of stress which in turn made my mental health worse.

#happy ending #retail justice #submission

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sealegs2414blankpages · 7 years ago

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 4 Irritable

It had been six weeks since Jungkook forced his way into an old friend's house. It had been six weeks and 12 hours and still no messages from Yoongi. It had made the male irritable over the last couple of days. Jungkook’s mind kept going in two directions. One, Yoongi has to have my number he did text me before I came over. Two, what if he had deleted it after the elder had seen him. It was possible. Honestly, he had left his phone number in his note because in his anxiety of leaving such a note he forgot that Yoongi had text him not too long ago. It was silly and dumb but now his mind wouldn’t stop.

Now that Jungkook had managed to enter into his hyung’s life for even just a small blip he didn’t want to leave again. Despite the fact that he knew better and he knew that he should abide by his hyung’s original wishes, there was still a thought that kept niggling in the back of his mind. He missed Yoongi for a variety of reasons. He missed the way he could sit and brood for as long as he liked without being asked what was wrong. That was unlike a certain best friend of him would do. He missed having someone to get lamb skewers with and he honestly hadn’t had any in years. He missed the funny way that Yoongi’s nose would crinkle up and he’d huff when he didn’t want to do something that was being asked of him or when someone would call him cute. Most often it was Jungkook calling him that. He missed how calming of a presence that Yoongi had. His friends were great but no one could send him waves of serenity just by being present in the room. He missed how they would bicker for thirty minutes over the silliest thing and then the next day bicker some more and then laugh about it or just move on as if that moment had never happened. Jungkook missed the way Yoongi’s eyes would crinkle around the edges when he was smiling so hard that you could see all of his pink gums. It was adorable, something he hadn’t told Yoongi but might some day. Well, he might if Yoongi would ever talk to him again. Sucking in a large breath he held onto it before exhaling harshly. Jungkook really hoped he would.

What happened to Hoseok? Well, thanks to the small meeting with his hyung, Jungkook was able to focus on something else. It had been a lot harder the first month because Hoseok had always been the first thing he thought of when he woke up, when he took his lunch break and would give the older male a call just to say hi but really to hear his voice and give him more energy to finish out the day. Being an accountant was rewarding in the way of money but not so much elsewhere. Luckily, Jungkook didn’t hate his job. He actually found it to be quite rewarding at times and enjoyed it more than he initially thought. Being the filial son, he followed his parents advice and here he was. He rented a good apartment, it was larger than his previous one but also in an older building, hence why he needed to have his front door re-painted. Another thing he was able to use as a distraction from Hoseok.

The day he spent with Taehyung, mainly on his couch being lazy movie and food binging bums is when he had come to terms with the fact that it was over. It had been over and despite the tragic way that he found it, he needed to accept what Hoseok had already accepted for the both of them. Jungkook did but that didn’t mean that he had to like the outcome. No, Hoseok had stomped on his heart in a way he hadn’t felt before. It was another lesson learned of what not to do in the realm of dating. Some days he missed his hyung more than others but that was natural. It had just about been two months and he was working on mending the wound, slowly. Since then he had just been doing the daily grind, work, eat, game, sleep. Sometimes he would go out for drinks with a few buddies or coworkers. Other times he’d be holed up watching anime on a binge in his bed for the entire weekend with chinese takeout filling up his fridge.

The sound of his phone buzzing violently on his desk had Jungkook shooting his hand out like the bullet train and scooping it swiftly off his sleek mahogany desk. He was so very thankful that he had his own office because otherwise that monstrosity of a noise would have disrupted everyone around him. Who the hell made these vibration settings for phones and why were they so intense?

“They might as well sell that model as a multipurpose vibrator for women.”

Whipping his head up from the screen of Jungkook’s phone, his hair flounced with the motion. His eyes fell upon a figure he hadn’t been expecting to see as they worked in the IT department and that was on an entirely different floor. His coworker pushed off of the doorjamb that he was leaning against and strolled into Jungkook’s office to promptly take a seat on the side of his desk. If it had been anyone else the brunette would have given them a dirty look instead he just sighed.

“You’re so crude Tae...but sadly you’re right. Should we go into another business?”

A megawatt smile was beaming at Jungkook from his best friend followed by a deep chuckle.

“Should we?” Two eyebrows wiggled at the younger and he couldn’t help but laugh and smack the back of his hand against Taehyung’s thigh.

“What do you want and why did you send me a text when you were already in my office?” he cocked a brow in curiosity as he waved his phone in between them.

Snatching it from the younger, Taehyung deftly began messing with different functions on the phone. Jungkook wasn’t really sure what he was doing but he didn’t oppose, he knew better. Whatever was about to happen he could just change later.

“I wanted to see how whipped you were for me.”

The answer rolled off his friend’s tongue so naturally but it made Jungkook gag.

“Seriously?”

His phone was placed on the desk in between the two with his lock screen visible. His new lock screen that is. It was a picture of Taehyung lounging across a couch, in one of his too big and cut along the right shoulder black shirts, making a ‘V’ with his fingers over his left eye. Jungkook scoffed while pointing at his phone, giving the elder an incredulous look. Honestly, the lock screen could have been much worse but that was beside the point at the moment.

“Sorry, did I say me? I meant Yoongi hyung.” A raise and drop of his shoulders, Taehyung spoke plainly,

“I look good.”

Shaking his head, Jungkook ran his index finger over the phone, swiping to the right ready to change the lock screen back to what he had it previously. It was a generic rain theme on his phone but it was nice and he liked it. The icons were all drops of rain and you know maybe it reflected his rainy heart or some shit like that, that he would never admit to.

“What the fuck?!”

The billowing laughter filled up Jungkook’s office and if the door hadn’t been closed would have surely spilled over into the hallways and other offices as a few kept their doors open. Taehyung had always been loud when he laughed. Right now was no exception. Especially not when he had his head thrown back and was leaning so far that he might actually topple off the desk in all of his rumbling. He had achieved the reaction he wanted.

“How did you even find this so quickly? You had my phone for less than five seconds.”

Jungkook held out the phone in Taehyung’s face as if the man needed to see what the image was and he hadn’t been the one to select it in the first place. Pulling it back he took another look at the image and then stuck it angrily right back in his friend’s face.

“It’s your fault for still having sleepy Yoongi hyung pics on your phone. Why do YOU still have them, huh?”

Taehyung was clutching his stomach as he continued to laugh some more at the shocked expression on his friend’s face. He had actually found the picture weeks ago when the two had a gaming session and Jungkook had run to the corner store to grab some more snacks but left his phone on accident. Neither of the two hid things from the other so boundaries were blurred often. This being one of them. In any other circumstance Jungkook would have just laughed it off but this… Well, it wasn’t as funny as his friend thought. It only irritated him more that the text Taehyung had sent, he had wanted it to be Yoongi’s and now he was being teased for something he just had never deleted and it got transferred over like all his files do because they’re stored on the cloud.

Dragging his finger across the phone, Jungkook began to fix his lock screen only to have it yanked out of his hand.

“Nope! You can’t change this until after we have lunch together at least. I know you want to see his cute button nose every time you unlock your phone anyway.”

Now Jungkook’s jaw was sitting on his desk, that was how far it had dropped. Just what in the world did Taehyung think he was doing? Didn’t his friend butt into his life enough, why was he bothering him so much about his hyung?

“Tae…”

Slipping off of the desk, Taehyung stood to his full height and handed the phone back to it’s original owner.

“Come on, I’ve been craving honey garlic chicken and beer for some weird reason.”

“You know we can’t drink?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go Kookie.” He sauntered off to the door of the younger’s office and hovered there until he finally heard the last couple of clicks of Jungkook locking his computer and muffled footsteps behind him.

“I’m changing this when we get to the restaurant.”

“No you’re not.”

Running his hand through his hair in frustration, he tugged on the strands just a bit before deciding the sooner they finished lunch the better. He brushed past Taehyung down the hallway, nodded at a few people he saw on the way and pressed the down button to the elevator about four times before his friend had managed to sidle up next to him.

“You know you’re really annoying.”

A grin spread across those catlike lips of Taehyung’s.

“I know.”

Ugh. He hated how well that Taehyung knew him and he hated that he was just going to listen to the man as well. Part of that had to do with he didn’t want the other to make up something worse for Jungkook to deal with but another part of him… Well, he hadn’t seen that picture of his hyung in a long time. It was cute to say the least and it had gotten him a lamb skewers dinner with an agreement to delete the picture from existence. Heh, clearly that never happened but what his hyung didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

They were seated at a small table next to the window, the warm sun beating down on both men. They had long since unbuttoned their cuffs and rolled up the sleeves. It was warm but it was nice to be under the sun’s warmth. Jungkook’s office had a window as well but it faced another building and didn’t receive quite the same light, while Taehyung worked in cubicles, only artificial light rained down upon him. There were two boxes of honey garlic chicken on the table, a pitcher of water, pickled radish, kimchi, a roll of kimbap and a small cup of tteokbokki because Taehyung couldn’t decide on one or the other. Jungkook didn’t really blame him but he was wearing a white button up today and was not about even attempt to eat tteokbokki. It almost never failed for him to get something on his white clothes. Which you would think would deter the man from continuing to buy oversized white t-shirts let along white clothes in general. Perhaps there was more than one reason he bought so many of the same colored shirt.

It wasn’t until the two men had thoroughly stuffed their faces with about half of their meal that either really spoke to the other. Sustenance was important and also just overtook the larger part of their brain upon being placed in front of them. Both of their phones conveniently found enough space to occupy the small table as well. It wasn’t as if they were extremely popular with social media or friends but somehow it was a comfort to have your phone at easy access. The way times had changed. However, it didn’t get past Taehyung that Jungkook’s hand would hover near his phone every now and then though it never actually touched the device. He smirked around his chicken thigh that he was biting into.

“Why don’t you just call him?”

Jungkook quickly swallowed the cube of pickled radish he had just bit into.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” He said tersely.

His words didn’t phase the older man at all. He continued on as if Jungkook had just spoken in the sweetest tone one could give.

“It’s clearly bugging you. Just do it.”

Jungkook’s chopsticks froze for half a second before he began to tap them on the inside of his box of chicken. Glancing up he didn’t catch Taehyung’s gaze as he had been knocking back a few gulps of water. Lowering his eyes back to his own box, patience wearing thinner and thinner with each second that ticked by.

“What’s bugging me is your insistence. Maybe I don’t want to call him? Maybe what’s bugging me is that my longtime boyfriend cheated on me? Maybe I miss him and I hate myself for doing so. Maybe I just want to eat this chicken, go back to work so I can go home and play Overwatch so I can turn my brain off?”

Taehyung gulped one last time as he listened to a sudden burst of aggression pour out of his best friend. Setting his glass down gently, he places his chopsticks in the box of chicken and gazed at his friend with sympathetic eyes. He always poked and prodded, teased and sometimes he went too far but even now he didn’t think that was the case. Jungkook might actually be all of the things he just spouted out but there was more to his irritation than just that.

“Kookie, when’s the last time you’ve actually thought of Hoseok?”

“Just a second ago.”

Narrowed eyes pinned the younger in his place and he quickly dropped them to his fidgeting hand that kept his chopsticks dancing around the box. He didn’t answer for a moment but then mumbled, “A While.”

“Awhile? So, you don’t know when. That’s what I thought. You may still be hurt and miss the things you used to have but you already let go of Hoseok. We both know that.”

Stabbing a piece of chicken breast with his chopstick, Jungkook kept quiet. He hated when Taehyung was right. When Taehyung was able to read him like a book. It was so damn annoying. Hoseok had meant a lot to him, he had and in some ways he would always miss Hoseok as a person. The man had been able to make him laugh in ways unlike any other, they shared similar tastes in a variety of things that made him a great partner to do things with that he couldn’t do with his other friends. Someone he could talk hours with and never grow bored but over the past few weeks, he had learned Hoseok as a person was someone he could let go. It didn’t have to be Hoseok and maybe it never had. His heart sure felt like that but maybe he had been confused on what that truly felt like.

Jungkook was still angry with Hoseok but had let go of a lot of that anger early one. There were only so many emotions he could handle at once and anger wasn’t one of them. The hurt was bad enough to be betrayed in such a way. That in all honesty was what stung the most. He had entrusted Hoseok with his heart and the man didn’t even care enough to treat it properly even if he didn’t want to be romantically involved with him anymore. Or maybe, Hoseok had cared too much. Either way, it was mismanaged and the one who was suffering the most was the one and only Jeon Jungkook.

His hand was moving without his knowledge, so much so that Taehyung placed his over it and put a halt to the attack on the chicken breast.

“Heh, pretty sure the chicken didn’t do anything to you.”

The touch brought him out of the haze he had been in,

“Huh?...Oh, eh…”

He may or may not have just stabbed a fair amount of holes with his chopsticks into the poor chicken breast that had been waiting so patiently to be eaten, not deformed. Taehyung let out a small chuckle.

“Remind me not to truly piss you off.” The elder began shaking his head as he removed his hand from Jungkook’s and went back to his own chicken.

“Sometimes I wish you would.” he muttered under his breath but the other didn’t hear.

They finished their lunch with casual chatter, mostly about work. Jungkook had a new client who was an utter mess and couldn’t seem to properly compile his documents or had a shit secretary. He wasn’t really sure but either way, it was obviously for the best that he was hiring a financial accountant. Jungkook had been wondering how the man had been getting by all these years, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore. It would be one of the smaller accounts he managed but that didn’t really bother him. Taehyung on the other hand seemed to have too much time on his hands and was complaining that he was caught up on his Netflix Original and was bummed that he now had nothing new to watch. Jungkook could only laugh and shake his head at his friend. At least he knew, despite how lax the elder appeared he did actually get all of his work done, which was why he grew bored easily.

They ended up having to high tail it back to work. Forgetting about the time entirely, they only had eight minutes to punch in and they were actually seven minutes away from the office. Booking it in the afternoon sun, did nothing to help them cool down. With sweat beading at their temples, they split ways. Taehyung waving broadly as he went the back way to get to his department. Jungkook wiped his brow as he stepped into the elevator and punched number 12. As the doors were closing, his phone vibrated surpisingly softly in his pocket. Considering the comment earlier he was beginning to wonder if the phone knew what type of device it was in and social cues. The ding of the elevator coming to a floor and stopping made Jungkook’s gaze drift from the phone he pulled out to the digital number on the display in front of him, seven, not his floor. A few people stepped on and pressed a button correspondingly. Jungkook went back to his phone, it was lit up with a display box.

TaeTae 1:07pm: You’re looking at him aren’t you? ;)

Balling his hand into a fist, he muttered very quiet and unintelligble under his breath. Taehyung really wanted to get the smack down later. It seems his friend had forgotten just how easy it is for his dongsaeng to throw him around. Perhaps he should invite the man over later. Sliding his fingers over the keys he was about to reply when another message came through.

TaeTae 1:07pm: Really though, you didn’t sleep with him?

Jungkook let out an exasperated puff of air, that earned him a few glances from the two women in the elevator next to him. He could hear muttering but honestly didn’t care what they were saying. The elevator dinged once more. Glancing up once more he saw the number 12 and took a step forward with his polished black dress shoe. As the doors opened he slipped his way through and briskly made it to his office, shutting the door behind him he plopped down in his, iphone in hand. Resting his elbows on top of his desk he stared at the message and shook his head again.

Me 1:10pm: If you’re so interested in his sex life why don’t you sleep with him.

He knew that Taehyung wasn’t actually interested in Yoongi’s sex life but he really didn’t know how else to combat this topic with his crazy best friend. Tossing his phone on the desk, he unlocked his computer and tried to collect his thoughts on where he had left off. Jungkook’s phone buzzed like a banshee once more. Swooping it up out of instinct to stop the horrendously loud noise. Unlocking his phone he opened Taehyung’s message and read.

TaeTae 1:11pm: I just might ;)

A stone dropped into the pit of his stomach and sat there, weighing him down. Ignoring his phone and this strange feeling, Jungkook tried to focus on his job.

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fredbearings · 8 years ago

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sometime tonight i’ll sit down and sketch out peter!! but for now have a few headcanons revolving around his and michael’s relationship bc i’m the headcanon queen i guess

peter’s one year younger than michael. i’ve decided now that they’re both in their early 20s in this au–mike is 24 and peter is 23.

peter is going to college to study engineering, but once michael is gone and it’s become apparent that william has no plans of ever letting him go from the company, he drops out to save himself money. plus, he had lost the passion along the way and was nearly wasting time

they try not to talk on the phone too often, but when they do, michael has to give the password “eggs benedict” to let peter know who he was talking to. he and his dad sound exactly the same and for the sake of keeping their relationship secret peter won’t talk to michael in any way other than professional until he hears the password

william knows that they’re dating though. they’re terrible at hiding it. he’s too preoccupied with planning his actions to really care, though–but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with it. it takes a lot to not say anything to michael, but he knows if he is rude to him at all, he’d be less willing to do whatever he said.

he slyly lets michael know that he knows through handunit. that wasn’t a glitch at all.

every once and a while, michael will buy peter a rose or two and give them to him at the beginning of the work day. peter nearly cries every time

michael absolutely refuses to let peter come over, mainly because he feels like letting him in would subject him to the terrible luck his younger siblings had. he doesn’t even remotely bring up his siblings until he’s known peter for a while

peter understands that his siblings are a rough topic for him so he never presses, but he finds himself inspecting the pictures in william’s office more often to see if he can find them. he realizes that a little redhead girl pops up more often than michael does. her name is lily

michael suckers peter into watching his cheesy soaps with him. peter doesn’t see the appeal but since it makes michael happy, he’ll stay up for hours to watch them

peter’s family loooooves michael. they always invite him over for dinner and shower him with love whenever they see him. michael finds himself brought to tears most of the time–he’s entirely unused to so much praise, let alone all at once

they don’t know they’re dating though. they just really like michael they think he’s a sweetheart

whenever will and michael have to leave town for robotics conferences, peter is put in charge of the restaurant. peter will see them off early in the morning, and they’ll manage to sneak in a kiss when william isn’t looking. william learns that they’ll stall until they get to kiss each other goodbye, so he ignores them on purpose so he could actually get to the conference on time.

on days where michael is particularly pissing him off, william will make him wear the fredbear springsuit instead of bonnie at conferences as a form of silent punishment. (once again, this goes with the masked child=michael theory.) almost every time, michael has to call peter for support in the middle of a panic attack in the hotel room when his dad’s gone, and peter won’t hang up until michael’s completely calmed down

peter feels terrible that michael has so much spotlight on him being the son of a business tycoon, so whenever he can, he’ll try to soak some of it up himself even though he’s terrified of attention too so michael can get a bit of a break

peter always had to listen to his female coworkers rave about how cute they thought michael was, even though he had overheard a few of them comment to each other that his money was more attractive than he was. once they start dating, he still has to hear it, but is quietly smug over the fact that the few of them who were snobs and sought to date him were shit out of luck, because not only was he taken, but he was gay, giving them no chance even if they broke up

once ennard/lily is in the sewers, she stalks this one boy she had overheard talking about michael all the time when she had his skin; she wonders who he is and follows him home one day through the tunnels. she wants to talk to him and become friends because hey!!! he likes michael!!! michael is my brother!!!! but she’s scared he’d be afraid of her, so she resorts to stalking him every once and a while. he has nice hair

he talks to dad a lot about wondering where michael went. dad says he doesn’t know, but he does–he knows where i am, too. michael’s at home, but he’s sick.– sick? is that the right word? he’s just a little purple, but he isn’t gone. i promised him he wouldn’t die, and he didn’t; should i tell that boy? he seems to really like him.

no, i shouldn’t; michael might get mad at me. just go back to the sewers, be thankful you’re out, thankful, thankful…

peter never really had friends, and neither did michael. peter, because of social anxiety and others labeling him weird, and michael because of seclusion and william’s strictness of keeping him from being distracted from inheriting the company. the few friends he had when he was younger weren’t allowed to see him anymore. they were the only friends the other had

#eons ago i used to write about peter on another blog. i should dig some of those up to give general ideas of his characterization #ghoul's headcanons #phone guy #michael afton #pda #homophobia mention #ask to tag #long post #abuse #parental neglect

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thesizesaresmall-blog · 8 years ago

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Performance Review

I had my performance review at work on Monday. My boss, Liam, stayed behind to do it with me.

(I’ve made a “character key” so I can reference my managers/other people by a fake name without having to refer to them as their job title 24/7).

I’m not sure how other places do it but when my work does reviews (or tries to do reviews) we have to list our achievements and how these impact the store/the area/the company and we also have to list our weaknesses as well as other concerns. The manager will read over this and see how far he agrees/disagrees with what you’ve wrote including other benefits and concerns if need be and then you talk about what outcome you want from your next review. It’s pretty standard and informal. My old boss, John, once gave me a review whilst ironing his shirt.

On the weekend I filled in my review, I basically put I was more confident, could deliver better customer service and could do more stockroom tasks in my review (as well as other things but that’s the general idea).

For weaknesses I wrote I’d like to further develop my confidence and improve my customer service (standard), that I felt under confident in some operative tasks as I do them infrequently...

I also wrote that I felt that the atmosphere/staff morale was pretty low because there was a lot of passive aggression, pettiness, bitchiness and power getting to the head of more senior staff. As a result of this I wrote I felt incompetent sometimes - which is true.

For example, I shipped a bunch of stuff to another store a few weekends ago all by myself (usually two people do this and it takes a whole weekend, I did this in about half a shift on a Sunday) and a senior sales assistant left a passive aggressive note in the stockroom about how “weekend staff need to clean the stockroom” (impossible considering the level of work I did, I wrote a handover apologising for this too).

One of our supervisors, Leona, constantly shames people for not knowing how to do stuff and badmouths them to other members of staff.

Anyway, I was sitting in Liam’s office and he said he wanted to do my review first as he (a) forgot to do mine the last time and (b) seriously wanted to talk to me after he seen that I wrote.

He reads off my achievements and agrees with every single one of them, even adding to them and multiple giving examples. He then starts to read to me what he was writing on record saying he trusts me to always work hard and never slack off and to treat everyone equally, etc etc etc.

We go onto my weaknesses and he says he was so “bummed” I wrote as much as I did, since the only concern he had was that he thought I got too stressed and upset sometimes. I’ve been written off from work and university before because of problems with anxiety (probably the most common mental health issue with people my age, I know) and he was super helpful, understanding and accommodating when I came back to work SO I knew what he was gonna say next was not “just get over it” or “get out of your comfort zone” or “don’t worry, it’s fine”.

My boss is famous for going off in rants that turn into amazing speeches so he started talking about how you can stress and anxiety to your benefit and how he believes I can do that (and already have started doing that). He’s been through/goes through this stuff too... yah yah yah... I was just sorta gobsmacked for a moment because although I’ve looked all this stuff up for myself on various occasions I was just so shocked/surprised/happy that he felt comfortable enough with me to talk like this and I had to stop myself from crying because at this point he was supposed to have finished work about 40 minutes ago but he stayed behind because he wanted to tell me I was valued.

We speak about the shitty atmosphere and he agrees with pretty much everything I say, feels bad for not doing enough and says he’s gonna try and sort it. I totally don’t think it’s his fault but if he speaks to people then maybe they’ll stop being dicks? idk?

He then makes me speak about all my managers (him, Dee, Leona, Stuart) and say at lest three things I liked about them and at least two things I don’t like about them. I like them all and think they’re a good team but it allows me to bring up problems I have with Leona

- is strict but lets her favourites off with everything

- is very passive aggressive and shaming

- doesn’t admit when she makes mistakes

Whilst doing this task I felt really bad, esp when speaking about Leona because she is a good manager, she is just also ...a bitch. SO I kept trying to justify it “I don’t think she realises she’s guilty of favouritism but..” and he kept telling me to stop.

We rounded up with talking about music and films whilst every five minutes I kept thanking him for his support and telling him he should go home and him insisting it was fine.

I just thought I should share this because this blog will mainly be filled with negative things but my boss is probably one of the most thoughtful humans alive and this was such a nice way to start my week!

I hope you all have nice managers or nice coworkers or nice people in your life that can make the shit seem less smelly, even if it’s just for a little while!!!

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