#pet me I’m friendly

[stimboardboy]

pet me i’m friendly patch

[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

Ok I SHOULD be doing this outline for a speech but instead I’m gonna rework my budget lol

[kaidabakugou]

coffee dates with your mom have you spilling all your dirty secrets without a second thought 😭

[tariah23]

Someone (it was the sister of the girl who hugged me like 50 times lol) sent a noise complaint up to the kids on the sky lounge (it’s their prom from what I’m guessing since they’re all dressed up as if it were one..) and I’m just… I felt bad for having to tell them to lower the noise since it’s the afternoon first of all? Like you don’t own this building 🧍🏾‍♀️… I understand but it’s too early for this and if someone is having a get together or party or so, noise is to be expected anyway? Eh…

The girl is kind of like, I wouldn’t say rude but kind of stuffy? Like, she has an attitude or so? Even when I saw her again and her sister was thanking me for like, getting them back in contact, she looked like she had an attitude and also, embarrassed of her sister? I could tell that the younger sister really loved her a ton. She legit was about to start sobbing all into my ears over the phone because she couldn’t get in contract with her sister and thought that something bad might’ve happened to her… I hope she wasn’t ignoring her sister because she thinks she’s annoying or something :(. Like really thinking about it now. I could tell that she probably sees her sister as annoying and that makes me just ☹️. I’m pretty good at reading people too so damn.

Idk these people, I just work here but she’s so strange like girl, unscrew your face 😭. It’s not that serious.

[anarchistporno]

Hey I know times are really hard for everyone so I’m only gonna post this once so as not to clog up everyone’s dash!

My landlord is making my living situation really hard on my mental health - which has already been affected from living 2+ years in a basement apartment with a total of 3 windows, but I literally cannot afford to move. If anyone is feeling generous I did just create a public PayPal account with the username @anarchistporno, literally every penny will go into savings for a different apartment.

The full link is in my bio 💞

[housewifebuck]

Can u guys tell me smth happy

[samglyph]

Oh going over salaries and cost of living in class today three weeks out from graduation knowing I need to take a break from work for my mental health but also knowing there’s no way I could afford to move out without consistent income. There are knives in my skin.

[mynamesnotdahlia]

i feel like i’m at such a. weird age

[terriblespy]

store 1:

- pet store

- 8 min from my house

- $14-14.50/hr

store 2:

- clothes and home decor store

- 13 min from my house

- $16/hr

[jooniez]

literally had the best day at work, these people brought their three month old kitten in cause they’re training it to go on walks and be able to go into stores and she was so cuteeee 😭🩷 walked right on over the counter and right up to me and they were like ‘you can hold her if you like!!’ and I almost started crying I was so happy!!!!! 😭🥹🥹💞✨🫧🌷💖

[kaidabakugou]

just arrived home to find out someone backed up into the hydrant on my street and now there’s no water 😭

[yappacadaver]

Ramy-atta is ok ig but it’s the basic bitch of the ramattra ships. The kakairu of ramattra ships. Ram-max is like that but for people who actually read the comics

Shipping ram with a human is so much more fun imo human/ram ships are full of toxic drama and weird human/omnic romantic interactions. I want to know more about omnic/human romance. I want ram to suffer catching feelings for a human in a way that completely throws his character motivation into the washer and sets cycle to max. I want squishy/tank dynamics of the flesh.

[whimsyprinx]

if someone flirts with me and I don’t realize that’s their fault for flirting with a dumb bitch

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was working at the sex shop I was pulling poverty wages. I loved my job but I was on food stamps and still barely getting by. When they hired the stores first male employee and he started at my pay rate after I’d been there for three years I quit.

I was initially really nervous when I saw the post for the mattress job. It listed a pay scale that I couldn’t even conceptualize and I appeared qualified. When I got an interview I was over the moon but also petrified. Reactions to my line of work often varied but most people were very embarrassed or skeptical. I worried about how I’d address it in the actual interview.

I lived far to the north of their headquarters and drove almost two hours to get there. When I finally arrived it was in the nicest thrift store clothes I could find, but I shrank inside to see a room full of older white men in nice suits waiting to be interviewed for the same job.

Why did I bother? I was decades younger than anyone else in the room, shabbily dressed, and I suspected I was the only afab person in the entire building. I stewed in my insecurities until I was called in.

The second I met my interviewer I was instantly put at ease. The man had the energy of a therapy dog, he was abound with positive, good natured energy. He was also incredibly beautiful. I grinned back at his welcoming smile as we said our pleasantries. But still. This very beautiful polished man seemed very innocent. How would the sex shop question go?

“I see here you worked at STORE?”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“And that was sales? Or you just rang people up.”

“No, it was sales. I’d help people find products, we were encouraged to upsell, there was sales spiffs, and most importantly we educated customers on products to help them find what they liked best.”

He grinned approvingly and asked, “Can you give me an example of a time you successfully upsold a customer?”

I paused, wringing my hands before I asked, “How vague would you like me to be…?”

“Not at all!” He assured me. “Go for it!”

“Well. A man came in looking for something to make his fingers vibrate so when he was touching his wife it would enhance that sensation. We had cheap $10 cockrings that I showed him first. But we had a rechargeable waterproof one made of nicer material, and after I showed him a demo he bought that one.”

“How much was that one?”

“$110”

“Wow! You had an upsell of 100% from what he came in looking for! That’s incredible!”

He was so truly genuinely stoked and not at all embarrassed that for the first time I saw a tiny glimmer of a future where I didn’t have ramen and peanut butter tiding me over between paychecks.

He asked me to wait then came back to tell me he liked me so much that he wanted to send me right into another interview, if that was okay. He didn’t want me to have to drive back later, it was terribly considerate and exciting. I beamed and told him it would be lovely.

I then had the second worst interview I’ve ever had. The worst goes to the time I applied to be a store manager for a pet food place years later. The district and store manager interviewing me passed notes and texted while I was speaking. When the district manager called to inform me I didn’t get the job I told him I’d never have accepted anyway because I’d never had such a disrespectful interview.

The new man sitting behind the desk radiated an aura of a brick wall. As someone with anxiety I’m highly keyed into the emotional states of people I’m talking to. To receive no feedback at all was my personal hell. After a perfunctory greeting he asked me with no inflection to sell him a pen.

I gathered the shreds of my courage and attempted the Herculean task he’d set me. Through my whole improvised spiel he resisted all attempts at engaging him, regarding me with a cold apathy as I touted the benefits of my fictitious pen.

Halfway through I broke into a cold sweat. My smile didn’t waver but it grew strained as I projected friendliness and warmth into the black hole of his heart. My thoughts scattered and my sales pitch grew redundant in the face of his nothingness. I finally concluded with a hard close and he simply nodded.

He glanced at my resume and commented, “You didn’t ask me to touch or hold it. Though I suppose I can understand from your previous line of work why you wouldn’t.” I shriveled and died inside knowing that I encouraged people to touch dildos all day long and had been too frazzled to offer him the pen.

He bid me a cool farewell. I made it to my car before I started sobbing. I had never been so rattled. I couldn’t understand what I’d done to make him so unfriendly or if my threadbare clothes were what had made him treat me like dirt. I drove an hour and a half to get home, weeping intermittently.

I was therefore taken by complete surprise to receive a call the next day inviting me on board for their five week training program. The first man who’d interviewed me gushed on the phone about how the second guy had loved me and that I was going to be fantastic.

I was in shock. When I showed up to training the second interviewer was charming my new classmates, beaming and laughing. He was an utterly different person. To my dismay I learned he was the trainer for my district and would be my point of contact if I made it through training.

He joked with me later that his interview facade was just a tactic to see how people held up under pressure and I filed him into a category of my deepest enmity. I never forgave him for how small he made me feel that day, but I never showed him the depths of my fury.

I aced every test and went on to be valedictorian of the eight people who had survived the rigorous training process to earn a sales position. When I got my first paycheck I bought myself new clothes, the first non-thrifted things I’d owned in years.

[sleeplessinseattlee]

one of my neighbors apparently called the apartment office to complain that my dog barks “constantly” which is not true and I will defend her with swords if necessary

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I just realized that as a kid I lived out what was basically the plot of all those horse girl movies, but with semi feral barn cats 😐