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sunshine - kwon soonyoung

“you’ll always be my sunshine in the rain”

pairing; kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

genre; fluff, drama, unrequited love

warnings; minimal mention of drinking, soonyoung and reader get rained on in the middle

wordcount; 1.6k

synopsis; the one who stayed by your side no matter how many times you got fired from different jobs, tells you no matter the outcome, you’ll always be his sunshine in the rain.

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you had just been fired from your third job within a span of 7 months. not that you really did anything, you were always a competent employee, just the fact your overly.. energetic (to say the least) friend group would always seem to forget they are in public when they visit you. and once your boss found out they were yours, you paid the price no matter how much you tried.

“im sorry. i know it’s not you whos personally at fault, but we’ve been getting to many noise complaints from both owners next door. so we have to let you go, im really sorry again.” your boss, minnie, had told you before firing you from the bakery.

i mean, it made some sense that there would be noise complaints as the people next door were a tutoring company and a book store, but why would you have to be the one to take the blame?

at the end of the day, they were still your best friends, so you tried to see past it. but you really needed the money with rent due soon, not to mention the bills on top of all that. ‘i really might need to cancel my netflix and hulu subscription..’

you do have a roommate, sana, who you of course are close with, but with her being in law school, she was barely home.

of course she paid her share as she was pretty financially stable not to mention she still slept there (sorta) often, yet you never could ask her for money. though you went to high school and finished college together, it still felt weird asking for money.

so you sucked it up and went job hunting online, texting some of your (other) friends if they knew any available positions in the retail industry.

after 3 hours, you gave up. it was about 5pm now, and you had been rejected by around 15 different stores.

you decided to take a break to eat, and made a quick sandwich.

you scrolled through your phone mindlessly, before you received a notification from the one and only tiger lover (you really cringed when he told you to make that his contact name), soonyoung.

hoshi; r u ok

hoshi; srry me and kyeom got u fired

hoshi; picking u up

hoshi; dress nice

hoshi; jk u always do

hoshi; be there in 25

you sighed at his sad attempt to cheer you up. of course, him and seokmin were your best friends (among other things) yet you seriously had no idea how to move forward career wise.

you thought of just not telling them where you worked but they always found out one way or another.

even so, despite the desperate need for money you appreciated all soonyoung did for you. if he wasnt able to support you financially, he definitely always would mentally/emotionally.

with a heavy groan, you drag yourself off the couch to get dressed as you realized the minimal time you had left before he’d arrive.

you put on a yellow dress with yellow frill short sleeves, as well as a random pair of white sneakers before grabbing your bag and phone just as soonyoung texted he was parked outside.

“is that the dress i bought for you a while back?” he questioned while he backed out the parking lot.

“yeah. just never really had the chance to wear it since i was always working.”

“im sorry about that, again. i know you aren’t exactly the most financially stable but just know you can always come to me if you need-”

“soonyoung- weve been over this, i cant just ask you for money. i could never impose on you like that.”

“its not imposing if im the one offering it to you. but really, i don’t mind. im more then comfortable money wise right now.”

“only cause you live in cheols basement.”

“its not a basement- its a bedroom below the main floor. and josh literally has his own room on the same level as me! you know what thats besides the point. but you get what i mean!”

“yeah- you’re a group of 5 grown men living in a small technically one story plus a loft house with a.. not-basement because none of you wanna pay bills on your own.” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you let the wind blow in your face through the crack in the window.

“hey! you’re saying that like we all don’t pay our own fair share.”

“whatever. where are we going anyway.”

“somewhere.”

“no way. are you kidnapping me?” you dramatically gasped, putting a hand over your chest.

“stop talking or im dropping you off at the nearest insane asylum.”

—

after a good 15 minutes of driving, you realized soonyoung had taken you to the old park you used to always visit together, recalling all the fond memories while the rushed back to you when you first stepped out onto the grass.

you noticed soonyoung taking a smallish basket out the trunk before you connected the dots it your head — he had taken you onto a picnic.

“you coming? this basket isnt getting any lighter.”

soonyoung had brought all sorts of your favorite comfort foods, ranging from strawberry shortcake, to tteokbokki, and even spam musubi.

as you took a bite out of your slice of cake, you let out a little gasp as a bee danced around your fork, before eventually flying to crawl over your dress.

you immediately stood up to shake it off you, sighing in relief as you saw it fly away (thanks to soonyoung swatting it but youre an independent person)

“you’re that freaked out over a small bug?”

“it was a bee! i dont want it to sting me or get in my cake.”

“it only stings you if you attack it first.”

“you’re lucky i didn’t attack you. why are all the bees coming towards me and not you anyway?”

“guess the bees know who the real flower is.” he smiled, before digging back into his own food like it was nothing.

your heart melted at the little comment, but it was expected from soonyoung. you shouldn’t get all worked up from something so usual/normalized, you told yourself.

but if it was so normal, why was your heart beating so fast?

“that was a little sudden. what was that all about?”

“oh that? yeah i like you.” he shrugged like it was nothing, the words rolling off his tongue so naturally as if he was responding to the most obvious question in the world. like, what color is the sky, or, how the hell do you respond to your super cute best friend that you find attractive, saying he likes you but he just got you fired thrice??

you felt the air being knocked out your lungs, absolutely speechless.

“i only said it so naturally cause i know you don’t feel the same, you know,” soonyoung mumbled, seemingly reading your mind. “just kinda needed to get it off my chest.”

“soonyoung..”

“no i get it. i mean i can’t expect you to love me especially ive been such a bad friend. i knew you were struggling and yet i still got you fired. from three different jobs.”

“im really sorry.”

“no need, if anything i should be sorry.”

“you know i still really care about you, right.”

“course you do, its only natural, anyway”. he forced a smile, though he wasn’t quite sure what else he expected.

though, he supposed a small part of him was holding onto something, wishing maybe you could’ve been a little more.

coincidentally, you began to feel small raindrops against your finger tips. you looked up to see the once bright blue sky had turned gray and gloomy.

“that’s weird.. I don’t remember seeing any rain in the forecast..”

soonyoung immediately packed up everything as soon as he could the moment he felt the rainfall coming down harder and faster.

by the time he was done, you both were pretty drenched.

he dug through the neatly packed basket to grab his black denim jacket to wrap around your shoulders as he guided the two of you to the car through the rapidly shifting winds.

soonyoung was meant to drop you off, but you invited him in. despite all his personal protests, he still went in anyway.

you poured yourselves some red wine, sitting on the floor by the warm fireplace after the cold rain soaked you both.

“i dont know if it’s the wine talking but you are really attractive, even if i don’t see you the way you see me.” you slightly slurred.

“well. you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.” he awkwardly chuckled.

“im sorry.” you drunkenly mumbled, your head tipping over to fall onto soonyoungs shoulder.

he quickly took your wine glass to put onto the coffee table behind you in order to avoid staining the fluffy white carpet.

“what for?”

“i still really care about you.”

“well. you’ll always be my sunshine in the rain, even if it’s only ever just as friends.” soonyoung whispered to you, pulling his jacket tighter over your shoulders while you let yourself be absorbed by your own dreamland.

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abthepoet · 4 years

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So Id like to mention that COVID19 has put a lot of things into perspective.

My industry of experiential marketing was literally one of the first to go about a week ago when stores began banning all live demonstrations. I work in the natural and organic food industry doing live events and cooking recipes on site to sample brands to customers at grocery retailers.And because sampling tables are good places to spread germs, my demos all immediately came to a stop. I'm also an in home, private Music Teacher to kids of various ages and needless to say if schools' on hold, so is teaching. and so is income. My Venmo is :ABBlas22

Which sucks, a lot because the majority of my work is independent contractor based. . . .and there's no health care, paid leave, unemployment, or sick time. Why do I still do it? Because I love the industry, the opportunities it affords me, and the pay is solid. Except come tax season. The Government likes to fuck you if you work for yourself. . . .even tho I pay for all my own equipment and car repairs to get me from job to job. My Venmo is ABBlas22

However, amid the panic, I havent felt this calm in years. The constant anxiety and pressure of having to make money and go to work and be on time and make my schedule and drive from this city to that city for this demo and that demo, has subsided. I finally wake up and I'm not staring at the clock counting down how long before I have to leave which triggers an anxiety fest about leaving my dogs home alone because my one dog has such severe separation anxiety she destroys her crate, escapes, and then ruins the house(we are actively working on it) . . .so I'm up early and nervous about, "ok I have three hours I have to walk the dogs for at least one of those hours, feed them, get dressed, brush teeth, try to eat, clean the house, stuff their Kongs, make sure I have everything I need, and then try to sneak out before the dog starts freaking out." followed by "did I book enough demos this week, if I have to execute 16 for the month where can I put another demo, should I give myself a day off? nah, i need the money, let me check my Google calendar for the 65th time this morning and stare at all the blank dates I should be booking demos instead of doing anything else because no matter how much I work, it is never enough. So I spend an hour worrying about plunging my family into financial ruin. . . . better get online and start digging thru emails and brand Ambassador groups to make sure I've got enough work. Oh what's that? the sound of my entire family and partner telling me to get a *regular* job even though the idea of punching a clock and working for someone else makes me physically sick. . but I go and do it anyway because its a W2 position so you think well maybe I'll get health benefits at least and then come to find out that this bullshit retail job doesn't give part timers benefits of any kind, but I keep the job anyway because everyone said a normal job was best, but it pays $6 less an hour than my demo gigs and is a total waste of my skills and professional experience and eventually is cutting into my income because its taking up so many weekly hours but pays significantly less that I start calling out to go do demos instead and then the same people who were like "get a regular job" turn around and go "no, not That job, try This job."

and I'm over here ready to fucking scream because I've Been very clear about wanting to be in business for myself. I have tried many things, including testing an extremely beta version of what eventually became Uber Eats. . . I could be a millionaire but my parents thought it was a stupid idea and once I used up my resources trying to drum up business, that was it.

also, this is the worst part about being a millennial. I went to college for music because they said be anything and follow your dreams . . .but then I graduated into recession (2006) and got the first job I could,at a deli, which . . . .isn't exactly a degree holding position. For years we said,"I'm just grateful I Have a Job right now." and we got bitter, broke, and depressed as a generation. We're in our 30's now and it's just as bleak an outlook for our generational future. At least until the boomers die out and free up some of that wealth, if they don't all leave it to the cat and state first just to spite us.

So yea, people are freaked out with COVID19 but for the first time, I dont feel pressure or anxiety to rush out the house or make money because everything got cancelled. All I want to do is work super hard on my own online store via Shopify and grow from there. I love to work and I love the discipline of hard work. I would rather spend 18 hours in a day working on my own business and hustling my ass off to make it work using over a decade of marketing and sales experience to promote my brand for once.

But that's hard to invest time and money when I live paycheck to paycheck and have a partner and fur babies who depend on me. Everytime I excitedly talk about dropshipping through shopify and all my plans for it, it's met with a nervous "I believe in you but dont fuck us financially." "I believe in you but doesn't that take time." "I believe in you but why don't you just work here, they pay decent."

I love that the #Coronavirus hit and suddenly human rights are easy to hand out. I love that Coronavirus got us to halt economies on a scale so massive that will actually help us fight climate change. Capitalism has destroyed our planet and our species.

I want to always remind everyone that we are a species first. Not countrymen, not race, not religion. . . we are all dancing flesh bags, given different corporeal conduits with which to experience life and then later compare notes with one another.

"What's life like in that short skin suit?"

"Not bad but I can't reach anything."

"Good thing I got one of these tall skin suits." *grabs top shelf items*

"Thanks!"

It's to help us come together, understand similarities thru differences and use them to gain new perspectives while helping our species and our planet thrive.

This insane notion that everyone needs to have a job needs to go. Our species was Not made to do slave labor all day long for an invented wage that keeps us stuck fighting for basic survival when we have the potential to completely alter our lives.

The Earth is a hostage who's not allowed to feed her own kids. They locked up every fruit bearing tree, enslaved every animal, poisoned the soil, polluted the water and then held your life at gunpoint and demand you hand over hours of your life to work that does a disservice to your potential for greatness just for a chance to get a taste of what should be your birthright.

Basic needs of survival that all humans will die without shouldn't be prizes for who can work themselves to death the fastest.

Im using this time as an opportunity and am taking what little resources I have to work on my online store and sell off and flip what I can to make start up money on Ebay. (I dont even have WiFi and my apartment complex has locked the business center for CoronaVirus) . Using my phone for everything is really fucking tedious, especially because I've had it for 4 years and it doesn't always cooperate, but I'm grateful I even have one to use. If you want to invest in me, even just $5 I will 100% be using it to get a business off the ground. I've got most of the basic work done and market research, but with no income I cant even afford the basic Shopify plan at $30 a month, I'm hoping they pass a moratorium on evictions because how do I pay rent with no job to go to!?

My Venmo is : ABBlas22 and I do reward!

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night-dark-woods · 4 years

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there is Nothing i hate more than customers scolding me for shit!!! i said there were plenty of people in [department] they just dont do any work and this h*rvard professor at my register was like "thats not a very nice thing to say" like mind your own fucking business!!! its true!!! every fucking time i go downstairs to get stuff for online orders theyre all fucking mia and i end up helping like 10 customers.

also i dont know how the other cashiers always are way off on their drawers!!! one of them has been here since november n the other has cashiered multiple places before and theyre always like $1-5 off! they also keep both fucking off and wandering around the store at the SAME time and leaving one person on register (usually ME even though im trying to run online orders, and watch the floor, and answer all the phone calls about orders, and screen calls for departments so people arent on hold for 8 minutes for a question i can answer in 30 seconds!).

i am now adept at counting change with one hand while being on the phone, bc at all times there are 3 people talking to me and im doing at least 2 things and im so fucking tired. we're so understaffed and the masks make it so hard to hear people, and the online orders are a full-time job but im doing those plus cashiering plus watching the floor and im sick of it!!!

and everyone is on edge so my old man coworker (who also ~jokingly~ catcalled me the other day and called me "little girl" when doing so, which made me sick to my stomach for like 5 days in a row. he did apologize and said he wouldnt do it again after i talked to him but.) and i keep getting in fights bc he also is trying to do online orders but NEVER puts them in alphabetical order and NEVER finalizes them in the computer, and if i remind him he gets offended so i just have to take care of it myself to avoid that conflict.

anyway!!! retail and capitalism are hell!!! working right now is hell!!! having coworkers especially men is hell!!! i hate this!!!

and i Know i shouldn't be mean about people when im actually at work but im SO tired and frustrated all the time! idk!

anyway thanks to any1 who made it to the end of this lol, sorry i cant put it under a readmore im on mobile.

#mine #workposting #long post #dnt rblg

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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time’s arrow {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: Hi, I love your roger/ben imagines so much and was wondering if you could do some angst with Roger x female, maybe they are good friends and she sees him with another. Whatever you would like! Thank you x :)

A/N: 2727 words. A story told through Seasons. I took a little bit of liberties with the prompt, if that’s okay? This hit me like a lightning bolt and I had to write it. Angst with a happy ending. (I’m just trying to show I’ve got versatility in writing, okay?)

Warnings: Implied sex.

You meet him in Spring, before it all begins, he sits up the back of your Intro to Head and Neck Anatomy lectures, the only class with open spots available by the time you were looking for a science credit. You find out he’s in a band three weeks into the first class, finally going to the local bar, sick of cramming your brain full of information you’re not even sure is necessary for your degree. He grins at you and wow okay, you didn’t even think he’d recognise you.

“You’re in, um,” he’s leaning against the bar next to you in this dimly lit pub, grabbing a drink between sets. Faltering for a moment, his eyes travel down before you clear your throat, angry at yourself for blushing, but his smile widens, “my class.” He finishes, taking a sip of his beer. You agree, rolling your eyes at him, but even that seems to amuse him. He asks your name. The guitarist is calling him over, setting up for the next set, but you tell him before he leaves. Something tightens in your chest when, later that night, he catches your eyes mid-song, his look of intense focus shifting for a moment as he grins, giving you a wink.

He takes to sitting next to you in lectures, chewing the end of his pencil and taking occasional notes in a falling apart notebook that looks as though he uses it for every class. You catch lyrics in the margins and at the bottom of some pages, but he’s cagey about that in a strange way, just says you’ll have to come to a gig to find out what they’re about. So you do.

Gigs become a regular for you, and you start to become friends with the girls who frequent the shows, often hosting predrinks in your dorm room for Mary and her friends on a Friday night. You learn on one of those nights that at least two of the girls have hooked up with him, and there’s a strange, sinking sensation in your chest. You’re not sad, or at least, you tell yourself you shouldn’t be. You and Roger are just friends, it’s not like there’s anything going on there, sure, sometimes after a really good show he’ll give you a pash, but it’s- that’s just him.

It’s not like you’ve never thought about it, but you also know his reputation, and that it’ll do more harm than good to get involved with that. He’s the one mistake you don’t think you want to make.

It’s Summer, a few years later, when they trade in the van to get money to hire the recording studio. Roger had really loved that van, and he lay on your sofa for a solid hour grumbling about it, about how Freddie had some kind of nerve. You roll your eyes at him, call him a drama queen, which he takes offence to, but moves obligingly when you sit down, letting him rest his head in your lap.

When you raise the point that it might be worth it, he looks frankly aghast, griping about how he has to catch lifts everywhere now. He calms down somewhat when you start carding your fingers through his hair, though he still pouts.

“If it comes to it, I’ll buy you a car, you baby.” You snort, despite the fact that you’re currently barely making a living wage on some retail job, it’s not where you’d thought you’d be after university, but sometimes that’s just how it is. He looks up at you, and when you look down at him, he’s looking very intense. Perhaps he might say something poignant about your offer, you think, but instead he reaches up and pokes your nose.

“I can see up your nostrils.” He tells you, and you smack his hand away, scowling. You stand abruptly, ignoring his complaints, smoothing your pants out against your thighs.

“Come on,” you offer your hand, which he regards with both confusion and a bit of disdain, “you can’t mope around my apartment and complain about the band again. We’re going out.” That gets his interest.

You’ve been to bars with him before, and usually you go home alone while he gets the pick of the prettiest girls of the night, or he decides to wingman you, which hurts your heart a little, but you won’t decline. You were attractive in your own right, you won’t deny that, you didn’t technically need his help, but a selfish part of you likes the way the attention to you, even if it’s to help you get with other people.

Tonight is different, tonight he doesn’t leave your side, he slings an arm around you as the two of you stand by the bar watching the truly mediocre band they had on that night.

“You know why they aren’t recording an album?” You ask as the set ends.

“Because they didn’t sell their van?” Roger mused, vaguely bitter, but not melancholy as he swirled the last of his drink in his free hand.

“No, it’s because they’re terrible.” Turning, you smile at your own blunt remark, and when he looks back at you, he’s grinning with a little disbelief. There’s very little space between the two of you, but that doesn’t make your heart race anymore, he’s your best friend, close contact was part of the bargain. But he kissed you, quickly, without warning, and when he pulls back, he turns away to order another drink like nothing had happened.

Your mind is spiralling, this isn’t post-gig excitement, this wasn’t something you were expecting. The selfish creature in your chest that you tried to deny for so long was crowing with victory. Taking a quick look around the bar, you don’t recognise anyone, though there are a few girls who look like they’d be his type- but his hand is moving to wrap around your waist as he turns back.

“What was that?” Voice quiet, you take his drink and have a sip of it yourself, the movement done from muscle memory alone. He raises his eyebrows at you, not regarding the drink, that was a usual occurrence, but at the question. He doesn’t seem to know how to answer, baffled at the question. Dropping you gaze, you take a sip of your own drink. “Why me? Why tonight?” You asked. Looking incredulous, he stepped back, looking you over.

“Have you seen yourself tonight, love? Couldn’t help myself.” You’ve heard him talk like this before, to other girls, not as blunt, but with you he can get away with it. The creature in your chest is elated, and you find yourself smiling, actually blushing. He moves closer once more, his arm around you, voice low as he spoke into your ear. “Trust me, you look very fit tonight, any man would be lucky to have a crack at you.” Heart in your throat, you hope you’re reading the situation right, at the same time ignoring the part of you that knew this was a bad idea.

“Even you?” You turned to face him, watching the way his smile shifted to a smirk, and he pulled you a little closer.

“You know I’m always feeling lucky.”

You kiss him, feeling your blood thumping in your veins, selfish and excited in equal measure, but with his hands on you, you can’t find the focus to care about the former.

Once the bad starts up again, Roger pulls away, making a face at them, asking if you wanted to get out of there. You do, and the two of you are elated on the quick walk back to his apartment, stopping only when he pressed you up against the wall of an closed shop to suck a hickey into the skin of your neck. You catch sight of it in his bedroom mirror, but he’s pulling off your jacket and you have better things to worry about.

It’s not weird, like you thought it would be, when you wake the next morning and he’s curled up, fast asleep with his back to you, but your chest aches just a little. He avoids eye contact over breakfast, though you chat like normal. The gripes about his van have died down, though he makes an offhand comment about things are changing that you read enough into to realise what had happened.

“You’ll always have me, Rog.” You reach across the table to take his hand, and he finally looks you in the eye, he looks so relieved, not that he’d ever say it. Afraid of losing another thing he cared about, he had panicked last night and tried to keep you close in the only way he knew how. He certainly loved you, but not in the way you wanted him to. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you give him a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s not his fault.

Bohemian Rhapsody airs in Autumn, you’re regional manager now, and you’re sitting in your office when you hear for the first time; you almost scream when the first harmony comes in after the radio host introduces the song.

“You’re a star, Rog!” You gush over the phone on your break, unable to wait until that night when the band was having a celebratory get-together to talk to him.

“Of course, I am, you think I sing that high to be paid in peanuts?” You can hear the smile in his words without even seeing him, and being able to hear his voice warms your heart.

“That was you?” You laugh, the ‘Galileo's playing back in your head, and you try to picture him singing it, which only made you laugh harder.

“Oi,” he bristled, indignant at your laughter, “I’m the only one with the range to execute Freddie’s vision.” You could see him in your mind now, proud and stubborn, standing tall to defend the decision.

“I’m proud of you.” Suddenly sincere, you find your smile turning to something more genuine as you think back on far he’s come.

“Thank you.” His own voice has become less animated, more sincere, though you can still hear him smiling.

“Love you, Rog.” You tell him, just as you always did when you parted ways.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

He’s grinning, draped with casual confidence in an armchair in Freddie’s living room when you arrive, and you feel like you’ve been taken back five years, the casual enthusiasm he’s exerting. Smile brightening, he stands when he sees you, striding across the room to enfold you in a hug.

“Good to see you!” He practically beams at you, holding your shoulders as he looks over you, as if assessing you, seeing if anything has changed.

“Of course, you’ve been holed up for weeks, I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Though he’s in front of you, you’re words address the room as a whole, and when he steps back, Brian moves in to hug you as well, asking how you’ve been.

The boys are your friends, all of them, you’ve been around for most of their big band moments, and it eases something in your chest to be here for this one too. But then the ease sharply tightens as a woman you’ve never seen before sits on the arm of Roger’s chair, and he rests a hand on her thigh, smiling up at her.

Mary follows your gaze, and her smile is sad as she pulls you down to sit beside her, asking you about your thoughts on the single. You answer, though your heart’s not in it, and the selfish creature in your chest rears it’s ugly head after such a long slumber.

The monster has shifted, changed and grown, it hadn’t cared about him running around with any pretty girl he could find for the past few years, but this was different. Roger had made it clear that he was far from sacred, but this was the band, this was Freddie’s home, this was the place of some of your happiest memories; this was yours.

You stay well into the early hours of the following morning, despite the interloper, but Roger still stopped you at the door.

“I’m really glad you could make it, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He’s smiling at you, but you don’t smile back. It’s been a long night of being kind and pretending that you’re heart didn’t hurt.

“Well, you’ve very busy.” You shrug, punctuating it with a yawn. His expression turns confused, and you open the door.

“Y/N.” He tried to get your attention, but you left, throwing a goodbye over your shoulder to him. “Love you.” He calls through the door, but you stay quiet, refuse to say it back, just keep walking. You’re too tired to be upset, but maybe you’ll get there tomorrow.

Things change, and you’ve grown to accept that, but sometimes old aches don’t heal like they should. Or at all.

“I’m getting married.” He calls you at the end of Winter.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Your relationship’s been on the mend in the years since the Bohemian Rhapsody launch night. You two smile and laugh like you had when you were younger, and you’ve learned to listen to his exploits and his gripes about women, offering your own about your partners, though they’re few and far between. He’s still your best friend, and you learn to act like it.

“Congratulations.” Your voice is flat. It had been a shock, you’d heard about his latest on-again off-again girlfriend, and had even offered advice in certain situations, actual advice, no malice at all.

“Thanks.” He doesn’t seem to know where to go from here, and silence stretches out between the two of you.

“I should go.” You finally murmur.

“What? Why?” He spluttered, and you sighed deeply.

“Was there something else you wanted to talk about?” You asked, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against the wall.

“I- no, but I want you to be there.” He paused. “And I wanted to be the one to tell you.” Clenching your jaw, you make a snap decision.

“I can’t-”

“Why not?” He actually sounded angry, which was perhaps warranted, though your next words shut him up.

“Because it hurts, Roger.” After a beat, your voice is quiet. “Because I love you.” Taking a breath, you let yourself relax. “I want you to be happy, but I can’t watch you marry someone else.” There’s silence for a very long moment, but you hang up before he can respond. You take the phone off the hook. You need to be alone, just for now.

“After everything, you still-?” It’s the first day of Spring, and he’s on your doorstep, seemingly unable to say the word love. You’re wearing your pyjamas and he looks like he’s just walked out of a Rolling Stone cover shoot, though he just sort of looks like that now, you supposed.

“Don’t worry about it.” You try not to betray how much his visit shocked you, or the way his very presence after your recent conversation hurt you.

“You’re my best friend! Of course I’m gonna worry about it!” He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. Sighing deeply, he stepped forward. “I thought I fucked everything up when we hooked up, I’m sorry, I panicked.” He was looking at his fidgeting hands, rather than your surprised expression. “And then... I thought I fucked it up again when I chose the band over you.”

“You never-” You tried to protest, but he smiled self-deprecatingly.

“No, I did. I loved you, and I thought that would get in the way of the band.” Clenching his jaw, he looked up and you could see the regret in his eyes. “It was easier to fuck around that tell you I love you.” Your breath stopped in your throat as he finally walked closer. “And I thought after everything, that you deserved better; you know what I’m like, why would you-?” But you cut him off with a kiss.

“You’ll always have me.” You murmured, finally letting yourself smile. Nothing about it felt selfish, in fact, it felt as though the sun was finally shining on you, warming you from the inside out.

“I know,” he agreed quietly, wrapping you up in a hug.

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #borhap #queen #bohemian rhapsody #queen imagine #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #bo rhap #the angry lizard writes

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rosekun25 · 4 years

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March 2nd 2020 ~23rd Birthday~

Dear Tumblr diary,

It’s hard to write. I thought I would be dead by now. It’s kind of weird. Kind of expecting something totally random to come and wipe me out TBh.

Anyway Today I woke up kind of early, too early and went back to sleep because I was mad at myself for not sleeping in on my birthday. Its cuz I gotta be up at the asscrack of dawn for my new job.

BUTTTT THE FINAL FANTASY DEMO GOT RELEASED. OMFG I ALMOST CRIED IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I WAS SO HAPPY!!!

BEST PRESENT EVER!!!! But it took forever downloading so I went back to sleep.

But when I woke up the first thing I did was go to Dennys for my free birthday breakfast :)

The waitress was kind of mean and she ignored me for a good twenty minutes. I almost left without tipping her but I realized that would be a dick move. Anyway, when she got back I could tell she kind of felt bad. She hadn't charged me for my drink or the extra fee for my blueberry pancakes. She probably got super overwhelmed, so I tipped her double.

After that, I went to the library and I missed the bus so I stayed at the book store for a minute. I called one of my friends and she was happy to take me to Albertsons to pick up my cake.

It has Cinderella. Technically I wanted the cake with all of the Princesses but They only had Cinderella left. I feel like that was god or someone interfering because I actually found out a few days ago that it was Cinderella’s 70th anniversary. It made me super happy :)

I also got this frozen cake for my surprise party at work

But anyway After that I was cleaning up my house and I was having trouble deciding if I wanted Texas roadhouse or Sushi and my grandmas took me out to Crackerbarrel for Dinner.

I had Turkey noodle soup and Roast Beef :)

We also had Birthday cake.

There was a little girl sitting right next to us. She kept looking at the Birthday cake and I wanted to give her some. But I didn't want them to think I was creepy so I asked the waitress if I could give the little girl my free dessert. Because I already had cake. The waitress said it was fine and went to slice a piece of cake for the little girl. I remember fairy godmother telling me I was just as sweet as Cinderella and I was happy.

After that, We stopped at Starbucks and I got my free birthday drink

I love love love that they wrote Happy Birthday on the label <3

It was so nice to not be alone on my birthday <3

Anyway here’s a couple of things I bought myself No Rose you don't buy yourself presents. Oh okay I wouldn't have gotten anything then

I bought this at Hot Topic. It was the only one left in the entire store. Its a male extra small but it fits me.

Retail value is 59.90

The next was Kairi

Retail value 34.90

Anyway It was buy one get one free so the Kairi hoodie was free. But it would have been 17.90 if it wasn't. I think its a rip off Sora is more expensive than Kairi even though he’s a smaller size. I ended up Price Matching Sora because I wasn't going to pay 54 dollars for something the website had on sale for 35 dollars. so I ended up paying about 38 for both of them.

I bought myself this too. I was hella mad. Idk where the hell the one that was actually mine went because I bought this a long ass time ago. I think it was 25 cents and I got this one for 10 dollars. Kind of a rip off but Idgaf.

I bought myself this next. Man, why can't they just do the manga? Yes, they have digital but I want the physical manga. I also cant understand why i keep buying these. Oh well.

Anyway I’m about to turn on Cinderella. I’ll see y’all later :)

~Rosemary <><

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fuck-customers · 5 years

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Fuck Management/Corporate

I work at a grooming salon within a large retail pet store chain. Currently, we have 8 groomers and 3 bathers. This is a really big number of groomers and bathers, considering that almost all the groomers are able to take 5+ dogs a day, and that the bathers can take even more.

We have waaaaay too many people. There is not enough business to support everyone here, and since all of the groomers work for and expect commission, this is a huge issue. I regularly come in to work with no dogs on my schedule, and this is the BUSY season.

Now my manager is moving, so we will be down to 7 groomers. Still too many, but it helps. But Im CERTAIN my higher ups are planning on hiring someone to fill her spot and. Just. Fuck.

I cant pay my bills because when I took this job I expected to be able to consistently make commission. Now im not even making half of what I expected to because we dont have the business to support 8 FUCKING PEOPLE TAKING 5 OR MORE DOGS A DAY.

And it doesnt help that corporate recently decided that groomers arent allowed to take walk ins (stand alone nail trims and the like) or bath appointments (the only kind of appointment we get a lot of). So now my schedule will be empty, I will be sitting at work twiddling my thumbs, someone calls to make an appointment, and because its for just a bath i have to tell them next week??? Even though im perfectly capable of doing it right now??? Or when a walk in comes in and the bathers are all busy so i have to tell them its a 40 minute wait even though i could easily get it done in half the time it would take the bather to do the service???

Im just pissed off because it seems like corporate and even the higher up management within our district/store just dont want to have to pay commission, so they hire 800 groomers so that theres never any dogs for anyone, no one makes commission AND because there are no dogs, people take off more days/leave early, so they dont have to pay as much in hourly wages either. Its irritating.

#tw #trigger warning #submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #happy ending #fuck co-workers #fuck retail #embarrassing #server problems #call center problems #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #retail justice #retail law #submission

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idle-animations-blog · 5 years

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An anonymous webcam

An anonymous webcam model did a Reddit AMA where users asked her every question you've ever wished you could ask a webcam girl (and others you probably wouldn't think to ask ever). Here are the most surprising answers. Exactly! That's where I got my first taste of sex positivity. Going through my relationships and going to university I was like ‘woah, nobody thinks the way I do, I must be weird'. But being a webcam model, I realised everyone is into something different, they just feel like they can't talk about it.Domino wakes up at 8 am every morning and performs booked shows for clients paying between $US90 and $US120 an hour. That's about sixteen times her state minimum wage, and she doesn't have to leave her bedroom. If a client wants to book through MyFreeCams rather than sending money directly, Domino charges double. There's not a cent lost to a middle man. It seems like a pretty swell setup: "I love my job," Domino gushes. "I can work when I want to, as much as I want to, [and] nobody can tell me how to do my job. She's right. At her strip club, she was required to come in four to five days a week, spinning on a pole. Now, she can work all day. Or not at all. The last time we spoke, she was working on an ebook project, spending her time as she pleased.Sites do virtually nothing to curb or discourage this kind of treatment.

One thing that I admittedly dont have control over, proven by the phone conversation that spurred me to write this piece, is the judgment that others will cast on my when they know that I do for money. Even those who know that as well as dancing, I am a student and hold a day job in retail. Its a shame that women are continuously told not to express themselves for fear of judgment and labeling. Why are we told that there are good girls and there are whores? In my life, I want to embrace every aspect that comes with being a woman. I want to be sexy and intelligent. I want to be passionate and headstrong but I want others to know that I feel too.Since the dawn of streaming, the porn industry has been suffering financially. As people have started watching and uploading porn on tube sites for free, the days of big-budget porn and making a lot of money as a porn star are fading away. At the same time, though, streaming has also spawned a supplement to the porn industry that cant be replicated: camming."With the Feds closing down and tightening the control on casino and poker sites, some of those [criminal] elements have found a new way of doing business: the Cam Industry. Let me make clear that this is in no way an MFC problem where I work. This is an industry-wide problem which will need to be addressed if this industry wants to survive.Geography is important too, so the models can talk about where the members are from.

Three young women have revealed what it is like working as a 'camgirl', taking their clothes off in front of a camera and performing sex acts for strangers online."With the Feds closing down and tightening the control on casino and poker sites, some of those [criminal] elements have found a new way of doing business: the Cam Industry. Let me make clear that this is in no way an MFC problem where I work. This is an industry-wide problem which will need to be addressed if this industry wants to survive."Mostly it's conversation. I do role-play sometimes, and a small part of it is nudity and masturbation," she says.To this end, Studio 20 employs trainers, a psychologist and an English teacher. Most of the clients are North American and European, so it is essential the models can communicate with them. CONTINUED BELOW...

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mandie-june · 5 years

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Anyone else???

For a very long time now, I have settled on the fact that I will never be happy. I have happy moments, sure. But to actually say that I am "happy with life" is something that I dont think I will ever say. It's been there for a very long time and the more I took a step back from me, and started viewing myself in second person, essentially watching and observing my surroundings and how things interact with my life, even when I am not looking that way (think in terms of video games where your character doesnt see people creeping up, but YOU do yourself), the more I started putting pieces together.

It's so easy to blame my depression, anxiety, skepticism but even with that people will say "talking to someone helps" or "get medication." Heres the problem: I dont have people who care enough to listen and to help for free. Which also means I dont have money for medication (and I dont like how I feel (or rather dont feel?) when I take them. Working as a delivery driver pays the bills, and that's about it.

"So go get a new job." Easy, right? Well, not so much. I can get a new job, but this generation, if you dont have a bachelor's degree / 30 years experience then good luck. So I'm left with pretty much retail and food. What happens when I get a new job? I start off nervous, fake confidence. Then I gain the confidence that I learned how to do my job without help. I'm "happy". But it only lasts a few months before I get bored and when I get bored, I get irritable. I start noticing things people do and question why they can get away with it. The bored routine hits and I'm back in the hole. I dont want to job hop because not only does it look bad on paper, but it's also bad for myself because once that becomes routine, when I have to start looking for a new job, itll cause a whole 'nother sort of unhappiness, annoyances, and anxiety that turns to frustrations. Mostly because I'm stuck with retail or food and my interview / hire rate is probably around 10% if I'm lucky. Pop that in with depression and the feelings you're not good enough, and you've got yourself a very sad meal for one. (I am VERY aware of myself and can see how certain choices will play out and how it would affect me)

Growing up, watching everyone and everything happen from the outside in (or from the inside out, a trapped sense????) I've learned a LOT. I can see when my depression is coming, I can see when people are lying or don't care (and I pretend to not know but Holy fuck do I know), I even know why I feel the way I feel. But my issue is this: I dont know why.

I know why I will never be happy with life. But I also cant change that because I dont have the money because I dont have a good job, because I dont have a high education (just associates in arts and science), because I dont have money.

See? It is a vicious cycle.

I firmly believe that I am a product of society and how something can deeply affect an individual. I cant say it's bad in its entirety because it has lead me to become a more thoughtful person (always questioning, wanting to know) but not all thoughts are positive. This whole post being a HUGE example.

I've accepted it as far as I know I will never be happy, but theres a part of me that is sitting in the corner saying, "that's not fair." I have no desire for hobbies, because just like the job situation, it's fun at first, then it's just... pointless. It has no meaning. Why am I doing this puzzle? What purpose in life does that give me? Why am I drawing when I know I'm not good and always stop before I'm done? Why try to play an instrument when I'm not going to make money by playing it?

That is another huge factor in my life. Nothing has a purpose. Why should I spend my day off doing nothing when I could use that time to make money? But I dont really have anything that I NEED and when I do buy something with recreational purpose, I feel guilty because after so long, it just gathers dust. But I deserve a day off, I work most every day. But I dont work very hard at all. Maybe giving 60% on a great day, so I didnt earn a day to be lazy.

I guess long post short: I am constantly at battle with myself. I can see the positives, but a lot of the time, it's the negative that's speaking louder (I'm assuming my depression is acting like an amp) and I just shrug and go back to bed. Why? It's all pointless. Why do I want to go on dates when I know they just want sex and I'm not into having sex? Why do I want to be "vulnerable" in a relationship? That is like antagonizing a murderer, saying "betcha wont kill me!" It doesnt sound fun at all.

Maybe getting handed the short end of the stick has sucked all the potential I had, and instead of being where I was suppose to be, i have hit the opposite. Like maybe i was suppose to be a loving mom with the best marriage and job, and somewhere down the line, someone cursed me to have the knowledge and an understanding of what's going on around me, but I cant comprehend it. I understand... but what I dont understand is WHY I understand. I cant take that knowledge and put it to use. I can read the language, but I cant speak it.

I really have been struggling to try to find the answer as to why I feel this way. I feel helpless, but at the same time, I know why I feel and think the way I do. But I dont know why I know -- and I want to.

People say that it's the little things that count. I honestly do believe that, and while I dont expect much out of people / life anymore, the few things that I hold near and dear are literally the strands I hold onto. And when those strands break, I fall so deep and then everything just falls on top of me.

I am aware of my situation. I am knowledgeable about why I feel the way I do and how. What I dont know is WHY I am so aware. There is something out there for me, and through growing up, I feel as though I lost the piece. The one piece that was going to just make it all make sense. I had a wonderful purpose in life, and someone took it away because it had to have been something damn special to make me feel so lost without it.

#depression #long post #text post #mental disorder #mental health #psychology #help

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likeadrug-ff · 6 years

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L O N D Y N

Here I am, in the back of my best friends, Kaiden, car with my legs spread wide open. “Kaiden..” Him blowing on my opening make my talking come to halt as I threw my head back. I felt soft wet kisses along my second set of lips and that alone had me letting out low moans.

When I felt like I had enough strength, I pressed my palm against his forehead and managed to get him to lift his head. Kaiden gazed up at me looking high as hell. “Whats up Rose?” I loved when he called me by my middle name and just that fast, I had forgot what I wanted to say. I shook my head and motioned for him to continue.

“Lon! There yall are, oouu..” That was my beautiful, sassy, and hotheaded sister Loryn. She gave Kaiden and I the meanest glare. ”Well thanks for disappearing, had me thinking yall left a bitch for dead.” The fact that my sister really thought I would just leave her high and dry is ridiculous.

She rolled her eyes and walked past us to the car. We followed her without caring to respond and thankful for her not questioning us. Silence filled the car as Kaiden drove us back home. My mind was racing and thinking about millions and one things. “Kaiden can we please stop to get something to eat? Please?” was the last thing I heard before I leaned against the window and closed my eyes.

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The next morning I woke up with the worst headache. I noticed that it was two pills and a bottle of water on the nightstand and I silently thanked whoever placed them there. Sitting up I threw the pills back and washed them down with the water. I groaned lightly and sluggishly made my way to the bathroom.

I looked myself over in the mirror and shook my head with a wide grin on my face. I dont remember a lot from last night but I do remember the most important memory, getting head from Kaiden for the fist time. Shaking my head, I quickly did my hygiene.

“LoLo?” I heard a soft knock before the door opened. Every one of my sisters had a different nickname for me and vise versa. “You good? I heard yall was white boy wasted last night.” Lolani let out a small giggle and jumped up on the counter. I continued on with my morning routine and moisturized my face. “Please dont remind me.” I rolled my eyes and watched as she raised one brow. “I’ll go into detail later.”

She gave me a small nod and kissed my cheek before jumping down. “Oh yeah, can you cook breakfast please? Mommy went in early.” Our mom works her ass off twice as hard every since our father just up and left us. Said he couldnt afford two sets of twin daughters.

We both walked out the bathroom together and ended up meeting Loryn and Leilani in the kitchen. Loryn and I exchanged looks that made us both burst out into laughter. My cheeks were blushing red. The girls looked on at us like we had lost our damn mind. “Ok ok, spills the beans LoLo.”

“Wait until we’re all sitting down and eating.” I turned to the counter to see that this fat ass hoes had all the food laid out for me. I thank them for that but damn, who in the hell do they think is cooking all of this? Oh, thats right, me. I rolled my eyes at them and went to wash my hands at the sink.

“On a serious note, hows the job search going? Yall know we gotta at least try to help mama out.” I announced when I finally got myself together. About a week ago we had a sit down together as the FabFour, something our mom started calling us as she watched us bond, to start pitching in with the bills. Dont get me wrong my mama make good money but its the least we can do.

“I got a interview at the call center, Sykes. The only bad thing is that they do drug test.” Leilani is a huge pothead. This girl cant go a day without smoking a blunt. “And please dont forget to ask your manager about my application.” “Oh shit, thank you for reminding me. I work tomorrow.”

I sprayed down the pans and placed them on the stove. Cracking the eggs I added in the seasonings while looking over at Lolani. She was the youngest and most sensitive. She was watching me with the biggest smile on her face. “What?” I couldn’t help the smile that rose to my lips. “My professor offered me a job to intern in a pastry shop.”

She was so soft spoken and looked so innocent knowing damn well she wasnt. “I’ll be making good money and its guaranteed that I’ll have an official spot when I graduate college.” I couldn’t be more proud of her. “Thats my girl.” I responded with the same smile on my face.

“The grand opening for my shop is two weeks away.” Loryn chimed in next. She was overly excited about her natural hair shop and of course I couldn’t be more proud of my twin. She’s been working day and night for this. “I really need yall to be there, it’ll mean the world to me.” Here she goes.

“Why on earth wouldnt we be there? We wouldnt dare miss our sisters big day.” Leilani had to reassure her while Lolani and I nodded in agreement. The smile on Loryns face was bout big as I dont know what.

And as for me, Im a nurse. Looking after older and younger paitents, making sure they’re eating and excersing right. I also work at a retail store called Ollies Bargain Outlet. The managers are a pain in the ass and the coworkers love to kiss ass. I couldnt stand working there but its a job thats paying.

It took me about half an hour to finish breakfast. It looked like I fixed enough for a damn tribe but I mean it when I say that it’ll all be eaten. When we were all sitting down with full plates and our drinks, we looked around for someone to come forward and say prayer. When no one spoke up I sighed and bowed my head.

“Lord,” by this time they follwed my actions. “thank you for this food that we are about to recieve, I ask that you bless and nuture it. In Jesus name I pray, amen.” The repeated after me and no words were said after that. All you could hear was forks hitting plates and smacking here and there. “So, spill the beans.” Damn, I couldnt get anything pass these sisters of mine.

*flashback*

Walking inside the club lastnight with Loryn beside me, I scanned the place for Kaiden and his crew. He asked me to come out and have fun with them and I happily agreed. “You see them?” I leaned into her so she could hear me better.

She scanned around and took my hand leading me towards some stairs. Once Kaiden noticed us he started grinning and met us halfway at the rope. He unlocked it and welcomed us in. “Yall look good.” He bent down to hug us and handed us a shot. I looked at it sceptacal as Loryn took hers to the head.

“Its Vodka.” “Its white.” I fired back. Everybody knows I dont mess with white liquor, only brown. Kaiden tried to roll his eyes in the most manliest way and picked up another shot. “C’mon. I’ll take it wit you Rose.” Counting to three in my head I quickly threw the shot back and screwed my face after it burned my throat. “It aint even that bad, stop acting.” I flicked him off as we both laughed.

We had to only be here for about twenty minutes and Kaiden had me damn near drunk. He had finally got shots of my liking and I was gladly throwing them back. Loryn had went to the dance floor with Ace, one of Kiadens best homies.

“Just one more shot then we can be done!” I screamed over the music. I handed him a shot and we clung the glasses together before taking it. The seductive music, the lights and shots had me feeling just right. I watched as Kaiden licked over his lips as he placed his our glasses on the counter and turned to look down at me.

I couldnt help the dirty thoughts that came to mind as I gave his face a good overlook. His pink juicy lips. Oh how I would just love to have them around my clit.. “Yo, you aight?” He had his hand on the lower part of my back while looking very concerned.

“Your lips.. I need them wrapped around my clit, like now!” He looked astonished by what came out of my mouth. He started to laugh but when he seen how I serious I was he stopped. “Lets go.” He clamped his hand inside of mine and led me down the stairs and out the of club..

*flashback over*

“You litte floozy!” We all busted out in to laughter. “Did you feel weird after it after happened? Being that he is your best friend.” I played around with the left over food on my plate. “Of course I felt weird. I had to stop him at least three times last night.” My cheeks were right back red.

“Loryn how didnt you know?!” Lolani fired her way, I silently thanked her as she took the attention off of me. “Now just how was I suppose to know? I was too busy grinding all up on Ace fine ass.” I knew she had a thing of him. He was definetly her type. Tall, dark skinned and mean to the world but sweet to her.

“Ahhh both of yall fucking with the homies.” Leilani had this huge grin on her face. Loryn and I were quick to deny it though. “Im not fucking with Kai like that, he only ate me out and that was it. Would I do it again?” I scooted my chair out and gathered my trash as they waited for my answer.

“You damn right!”

K A I D E N

I had received a text from Londyn around five this evening thanking me for a wonderful night and the medicine. We continued texting for a while before she finally asked me to come over so we could talk face to face. I knew what she wanted to discuss. To be honest I thought she was going to feel some type of way about what happened between us.

I was more shocked at myself. The fact that I gave her head last night was mind blowing. Normally Im the one coming onto the opposite sex but she was in control. Then on top of that I let her get away with just me eating her pussy. Nothing in return.

I agreed to coming over and went to freshen myself up. After getting dressed I grabbed everything I needed and sat in my car rolling a blunt. I was blasting the radio and tucked the blunt away when I was done. Backing out of my driveway I made my way down the street. Driving like a NASCAR driver.

It felt like a mini road trip driving from my place to hers. But thats what the blunt was for, came in handy. When I pulled up in her driveway I seen that her moms car was parked in the yard. Seems like it just got a fresh wash. I aint even gon’ lie and say that I aint feel like a bitch when I pulled the visor down to check myself out in the mirror. “Fuck wrong witchu Kaiden?” I said aloud to myself.

I shot her a text telling her to come to the door once I finally got my shit together. When I seen the front door open she was standing there in some red booty shorts, almost like the ones in the movie Juno, a snug shirt that showed off her amazing curves and some ugg boots. As I got out the car I couldn’t hold my laugh back. “Whats so funny?” She asked once I finally got close to her. “You live in them boots huh?” I swiftly licked over my lips and looked down at her.

“Fuck you.” We quickly gave each other eye contact and then busted out laughing like some hyenas. “Shit could’ve happened. C’mon.” I motioned for her to her walk up the stairs before me to her room. I was ready to get some shit off my chest and Im pretty sure she wanted to do the same.

I threw myself on her bed and made sure I was comfortable after kicking my shoes off. “So before we really start talking things over, lets not forget about us being best friends first. I dont want anything to fuck up our friendship. Deal?” She was chewing on the corner of her bottom lip. Something she would do faithfully when she was nervous. I kissed my teeth at her.

“I done told you since the day be came best friends that this shit was real for me. I aint neva had no real friends nshit so I wouldnt do shit to jeopardize it, well not on purpose.” And I meant dat shit. The bond that we have is something I cherish. Ion know what the hell I would if Londyn stopped fucking wit me. My heart was lowkey racing now and I was thinking the complete worst.

She was the first person that made me open up when I moved out here. She wouldnt leave me alone at first and after a few months she made me a nigga feel welcome. “Kai? You hear me?”

“My bad, whatchu say again?” By now she had my attention as I seen the now annoyed look on her face. This girl hated repeating herself. “You better pay attention,” she just had to roll them damn eyes. “last night took me by surprise and I wont say that I never thought about it, but I dont think it can happen again.” Oh I was definitely all ears now.

I know my face said everything I was feeling. “Kaiden I just.. Im not what you’re use to. I-I catch feelings, I think about life long term and you’re not ready for that.” I gave her a long stare, right in her eyes. I dont even recall having a girl, let alone letting Londyn meet anyone so fuck she talking bout?

“How do you know what Im use to? Have I ever talked about a bitch to you? Ever met a bitch? Ever told you liked a bitch? And just how da hell you know what Im ready for Lon?” She sat there on hush mode. When she didnt utter a word I continued, “All throughout high school you were the only female I encountered with. I aint even look a bitch way cause I was too hung up on you.”

Her mouth dropped open and when she tried to talk I put my hand up to stop her. “I had to listen to you bitch and moan about niggas trying to fuck wit you and there I was, head over hills for yo ass. I mean, shit I had alot of dreams about us and you had to be drunk for part of my dreams to come true.”

I had to let out a chuckle with that last part. I mean Im glad that I finally got that shit off my chest but now I had to brace myself for the hardest part; hearing her response. She looked taken back, confused, couldn’t stop giving me this look, where she squint her eyes, open her mouth to speak and then close it looking away.

“You could’ve at least told me something Kaiden. Like, it didnt have to happen like this,” Her voice was very soft at the moment. “me drunk and completely in charge and then you.. I dont know. You should’ve said something!” She was letting out angry growls and launched towards me with her fist balled up.

“Chiiill Rose.” I couldn’t contain my laughing. I had a hold on her wrists while she was struggling to get loose. Once we had both calmed down nshit I got my thoughts together. Why didnt I say shit to her? Maybe cause her lil ass was too focused on them niggas that aint really give a shit about her. Or maybe it was ‘cause I aint wanna get rejected by my only friend.

#dave east #dave east ff #dave east fanfic #trey songz #trey songz ff #trey songz fanfic #meekalina #beauty_newnew #dyme taylor #deja hiott #lala anthony

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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So from now on, your going to be asked unique questions, you ready? Yeah, we’ll see.

Alright. Can you listen to music while reading a book? No. I know I’d end up having to keep going back over what I was reading and wouldn’t be able to concentrate.

Do you wish you could ever hug yourself to see if your a good hugger? No.

Do you think you give good hugs? Do you even like hugging? Probably not. I like hugs from certain people, but I’m not a hugger by nature.

What's something other than a fruit that you love in milkshakes? (Ex.twix ) Peanut butter.

What is your all time FAVORITE milkshake? Banana is the best.

Is your best friend, TRULY a best friend? Or not... Yes.

If you see someone drop $5.00 w/o noticing, would you grab it? I’d let them know they dropped it.

Is there a certain guy in mind, you cant get OFF your mind? Nah.

How's my survey so far? Its my first one by the way... It’s fine.

Moving on, Do you wish summer could come just about now? Ew, nooo. It can stay away as long as possible. I dread summer. We’ve been having rainy and windy storm weather here the past few days and I absolutely love it.

I sure do. Do you miss the beach at all? Or miss tanning? I do miss the beach. I wasn’t able to go last year cause of COVID and I don’t know about this year either. :(

Is there a particular someone you can't help but stare at frequently? Um, no.

Do you love family guy? Isn't it the best show ever? No, it’s really not.

Aren't you sick of the same old basic boring surveys? I sure am... There is a lot of repetition, but when you’ve been taking surveys as long as I have I guess that’s to be expected. I’m surprised I still am able to find surveys to take at this point.

Do you ever look ahead of the calendar to see what school days you have off? I’m done with school.

Are Monday mornings the hardest mornings to wake up to? Everyday is hard for me to get up.

Have you ever cried silent tears? Ever during a song you were listening to? Yes and yes.

Do you have a cat that stares and meows at you often? I don’t have a cat. I’ve taken a few surveys lately that assume we all have a cat for some reason. What do you think of people that have a closed or boring imagination? I’m boring.

What's the latest you've ever stayed up reading a book? Into the late/early hours.

Drama, Lies, Tears, Cheer To The Teenage Years! Do you agree? Nah.

Can you really ever relate to song lyrics? Yeah, definitely. That’s one of my favorite things about music.

Have you ever seen a really ugly dog, but pretended it was cute? Aww, that’s mean.

Do you like your popcorn regular, or do you put those flavored salts on? I love good ol’ buttery, salted popcorn, but there is this garlic parm popcorn seasoning I discovered awhile back that is also quite delicious.

Are the teenaged years most definitely the hardest years to go through? It is a difficult time for most, I think. You’re going through a lot of changes. You’re trying to figure out who you are and what you want to do. You’re doing a lot of learning and growing. I think there’s a lot of pressure, too. But everyone handles things different and some might not feel those were the hardest years of their lives. Like for me, I’d say these past few years have been my hardest.

Can others tell when your having an extremely bad day? Yes. I’m irritable and moody. I’m short and not in the mood to talk. It shows on my face.

Do you like taking cool pictures of random stuff? Are you into photography? Most of my camera roll is of my doggo, haha.

Do you like cream cheese on your bagels? Do you ever toast your bagels? Yes. Strawberry cream cheese is the best. And nah, I just eat them as is.

When having a peanut butter & jam sandwich, what is the best kind of jam? Grape.

Is shredded parmesan better than grated parmesan? I always just use the grated one in the convenient shaker container from the store.

Do you have Facebook? You should totally get Facebook. I have one.

Do you think Bzoink is the best site to get and take surveys from? I never go on Bzoink, but I know a lot of surveys I get from others on here come from there and they seem to be able to find a lot, so.

How come most informercials are on after midnight? I don’t know, honestly. That is kind of weird. Maybe they think people up that are late and lonely and and sad and looking to do some retail therapy, ha.

Speaking of informercials, do you think they should play more during the day? Nooo.

Do you like those flavored cream cheeses? Or just regular cream cheese? I like regular and strawberry.

Do you agree with the statement: "Food tastes better after midnight"? I always thought cereal tasted better at night.

Did your parents ever have bad acne when they were kids/teens? My dad said he did. My mom said she didn’t really have an acne problem. She has really nice skin, actually. My grandma did, too. I did not inherit that gene, sadly.

Do you like your own smile? Has anyone ever complimented you on your smile? No, I don’t. People have in the best.

Is your hair unhealthy or breaking? Do you have any split ends? I do have some split ends. My hair is overdue for a trim.

Does your cat like cheese? Does your cat get diarrhea from eating it? --

Have you ever stayed home from school just because you were WAY too tired? I did that in college sometimes. Like, I’d check the syllabus to see what was going on that day in class and if I knew what the assignments were and there wasn’t anything big going on that day then I’d sometimes skip if I really wasn’t feeling up to it.

Do you enjoy making the surveys more, or taking the surveys.? I don’t make ‘em, I just take ‘em.

Is your pet lactose intolerant? Are you lactose intolerant? I don’t think dogs can have dairy, right? Yes, I’m lactose intolerant.

Would you like a non-virgin Pina Colada or Daiquiri? Neither, I don’t drink.

Do you have a nice purse? Do you like your purse? Do you even have a purse? I’ve switched to mini backpacks and I have a few now. My Baby Yoda one and my R2D2 one are my favorites.

Do you like to eat frozen dinners now and then? Are they a quick filler? I used to eat Healthy Choice and Smart One meals all the time, but it’s been awhile. They do make quick filler meals, but they’re not very filling.

Did you hate being forced to stand and sing the national anthem as a kid? We were asked to stand for the national anthem, but not to sing it.

We're at question 50! Do you wish you had 50 bucks right now? That would be nice.

How do you feel about having a crush on someone? Is it fun, or a hassle..? It’s a mix of emotions.

How do you feel about boyfriend stealers? Have you ever stole someone's bf? Uh, it’s shitty, don’t do it. No, I’ve never stolen someone’s boyfriend.

If so, was it an honest accident? Or totally on purpose >:P ? -

How do you feel about Starbucks? Is it addicting? (Im addicted) I do love my Starbucks. *sips my Starbucks drink now*

Did you like dunkaroo's, gushers, and fruit rollups and such as a kid? Dunkaroos were the best.

Speaking of those goodies, do you still like to have them now and then? I haven’t had any of those in several years. Dunkaroos were actually discontinued for a long time, but they recently brought them back. I’ve yet to have them, though.

I don't know about you, but I LOVE music, is music a huge part of your life? Not so much anymore. I haven’t been listening to music lately, like honestly not at all for the past month. It’s weird.

When you make someone's day, do you feel really good inside? It’s a nice feeling.

Do you think I should make another survey? If I did, would you take it? Sure. There isn’t a tag on this survey, though, so I wouldn’t know if it was yours or not.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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despite-everything · 3 years

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i want to cut my hair to feel in control of something. ive been trying to grow it out for two whole years now but keep cutting several inches off every few months when im freaked out. i want to cut it so bad but i know that i want to try to let it grow out. i like it when people play with it but i only ever touch one person and they arent even in town and i wont see them til mid january anyway but i still want to keep my hair longish for that. its a pretty red and i like it, dont get me wrong.

i know that cutting it off would just be to try to feel in control. in the past couple months ive gotten several piercings and a new tattoo to feel that way too. if i had the money id get another tattoo, but i cant afford it right now. im just trying to make my body something nice so hopefully ill take better care of it

whats so sad is that since ive been living alone for so long now, esp since my work is all remote and i no longer work retail or have in-person classes, is that id gotten more comfortable with being fat and my body and actually was starting to like it a bit, but i went home for thanksgiving and now feel like shit. my family is about an hour away but i dont really visit and all my step siblings and step mom are a whole lot skinnier than me, and i know they dont mean anything pointed by their comments about their own bodies, but its hard to hear people talk about how “gross and fat” they are when they wear a size 4 or 6 and i wear a size 12 or 14. like it just makes me feel like shit and i know they dont like or appreciate my style, so everything about me must be so ugly to them. they also dont understand any of my interests so i cant even talk about the things i like in comfort, so now i feel horrible about myself.

i told my dad my last final is on the 16th, though in reality its on the 10th. i just want more time away. and the sad thing is that that side of the family is the better one. im just sad and lonely and feeling really unloved and its total shit.

#dont reblog #sorry im really in my feels rn and i ran out of ink for my pen #so i cant write in my notebook tonight #mine

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ninjaimagines · 7 years

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I wanna hear your retail story!

OKAY BUCKLE UP KIDS

so ive worked at Kma@rt for almost 4 years and im a customer service supervisor/pharmacy tech. For the past year of working there I’ve also worked for Am@z0n, which is an important detail.

I was made a supervisor because the store and district manager were so impressed with my customer service skills and how i handled difficult customers and what not. So to most everyone at my job I’ve always been very polite, friendly and a good worker.

So last year literally a week before christmas aka hell week was when this happened okay.

I was working 43 hours that week alone at Km@rt and another 30 at Am@z0n AND GOING TO SCHOOL WITH FINALS AT THE SAME TIME OKAY I WAS CRYING

Anyways, I had already worked 10 hours at Am@z0n for the day, I had to be back there at 4 the next morning and I was putting in 8 more that night at Km@rt. So it was literally 45 minutes before I was supposed to leave when this lady named Debbie came up to the desk and needed help. I had such a long line, there were probably 10 people behind her, and i had to keep leaving to bring change to my cashiers and help them out.

Debbie was already mad because her stuff didn’t ring up right and she just got more mad because i had to keep leaving, answering the phone ect ect.

She was supposed to have 3 things that were supposed to be 50% off, only one rang up that way so i was trying to fix it and it wouldn’t let me in the computer because blah blah blah. None of her items were supposed to be 50% off but I was just going to give it to her because I was tired and I wanted her to go away.

So I can’t get it to work so I call my manager up to help me and she takes a few minutes because she was on the other side of the store. While I’m waiting for her I help the next customer to which she made a little comment about “she can’t help me but shes going to help her?”

anyways my manger eventually comes up and tries to help her all while this lady is making remarks about me

“Your person back here is useless. She can’t do her job right. She couldn’t do this.”

I was trying to ignore them because i need this job okay BUT THEN THIS BITCH HAS THE AUDACITY TO SAY

“I’m sure she didn’t even graduate, thats why she’s stuck working here. What a dumb girl, kids dont be like her. These people are useless in this world.”

AND YALL I WENT OFF EVERYONE IN LINE CLAPPED THOUGH SO I WIN

“IM NOT USELESS. IM HERE TRYING TO MAKE YOUR HOLIDAY BETTER INSTEAD OF STUDYING FOR SCHOOL OR SPENDING TIME WITH MY FAMILY. STOP DEGRADING WORKING CLASS PEOPLE WHO ARE DOING THEIR FUCKING BEST. IVE WORKED FOR MORE THAN HALF THE DAY TODAY I HAVENT GOTTEN 8 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR OVER A WEEK, AND I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW ON TOP OF WORK. WHY AM I DOING THIS? SO YOU CAN HAVE FUCKING SNOW PANTS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO BE $30 NOT FUCKING $15. YOU’RE CLEARLY THE ONE WHO DIDN’T GRADUATE BECAUSE YOU CANT FUCKING READ. YOU ARE THE RUDEST PERSON IVE EVER MET AND YOURE GOING TO DIE ALONE ONE DAY. MELISSA I FUCKING QUIT.”

YALL

I yelled so loud all my cashiers and other coworkers that heard were #shook. Anyways i toss my keys and told that lady shes going to hell and i went to the back to get my shit. My manger stops me on my way out and asks me if im really quitting. Im crying so bad at this point yall because of stress and i said no i need this job but im sure im getting fired after that lol.

my manger sent me home and called the store manager and explained what happened and he just laughed and told me to come in tomorrow

YALL HE LIED TO HIS BOSS AND TOLD THEM THAT I DIDNT WORK THERE AND I NEVER HAVE SO I COULD KEEP MY JOB

he laughed so hard when i told him what happened and he said its good i stood up for myself

were now best friends and he wants to make me a keyholder :’^) i luv him .

anyways thats my long ass story okay.

thank you for reading i love you all

and remember be nice to your cashiers because you dont know if theyre crazy like me

also i told all of my coworkers about her and now if she comes in we all give her the worst service ever because were all family okay.

#mod talks #he saves me from being fired all the time #he is godsend #personal #rant #Anonymous

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growingrootsinco · 5 years

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My Timeline

This exercise is designed to help pick the patterns in my behavior. Along the way I'm sure I will find other uses for it. First, a few reminders. DO NOT go back and edit. DO NOT beat around the bush. Accuracy is key.

2011

Working retail. In a relationship that is mind numbing. Brand new at this and dont have much to report. Not even sure what to write here.

2012

Fighting feelings of guilt. He's finally been put behind bars. I think I may need counseling.

Feeling guilty. Wanna kill myself.

2013

Fired from job. On unemployment. Still in BS relationship. Not sure this timeline is panning out to be what I thought it would.

New a new start. Signed up for college classes. Dental Assisting. Not something I would have thought I would choose. Worth a try.

School is turning out to be fun. Trouble paying but dad is helping. Gave me a car to get into San Antonio. I can feel the stress subsiding. Step grandfather passed. No emotion for someone who was such a prick towards the end of his life.

Christmas was a disaster. So many snobby family members.

2014

Ok. I think I'm getting this timeline thing. Hard to not go back and change it though.

Enjoying school. Especially clinicals. Will start my hours soon the graduate.

Relationship is okay now that he stays gone all week. I think I hate him.

Hours in my clinicals are rough with no pay. Got a job at a little cafe about 20 hours a week. Love my boss and his wife.

Clinicals FINALLY done. Job searching time.

OMFG clinical hours do not count as experience therefore no experience equals no job. wtf.

FML still no fucking chances anywhere. Suicidal thoughts.

Mom flipped the fuck out as usual. Took the boyfriends side because she was wrong. Would have rather him have gone. Getting tired of both of them anyway.

Time to hold it down on my own. His health is bad. Which makes me feel bad for wanting him gone. I think I have checked out emotionally. Or never checked in.

2015

Finally got my foot in the door at an office. Found someone I can learn everything from. She's awesome. The doctor is a douche but I can deal. Besides what man isnt a douche?

Theres something wrong with this office. So many people being secretive and my office manager is a total bitch. A "mean girl".

Gotta stop reading over this everytime I come in here. I want to change it!

Ok my 6 months is up for experience, time to look for another office. My mentor flaked and left. On my own.

Put in 2 week notice only to have my pay raised and promoted to office manager. Do I really want to sit behind a desk instead of working on patients?

Still in dead end relationship. Still hate him. Suicidal thoughts.

I think I'm getting this timeline down. Starting to see my patterns already. Even if I dont write them in here. How to fix them?

Easy holidays without family. Spent them with friends in Bastrop. Relief!

2015

Still working in the same office for more pay. Found out why everyone is so secretive. Doctor is a mess. In debt up to his eyeballs, no longer getting paid on time, misappropriated funds on a regular basis, has no business sense what so ever, deals with shady people, I doubt his abilities due to MANY pissed off patients, holy shit, the list goes on. Back to the drawing board for a new job.

2 surgeries almost back to back. I'm falling apart. Suicidal thoughts.

Well fuck. Jobs are everywhere but pay is a bitch. Nothing matches it. Cant quit here if I cant sustain my living situation.

BS relationship has finally taken its toll. Verdict is in. I hate his guts. Tired of doing everything myself. Spends all his time on the computer chating with girls. What do I care? Maybe one of them will take him in. Why do I want to strangle him in his sleep?

2016

Got a new house but still not happy.

Tried out a new office but it's not the same. I think I got use to the chaos. Alot of blood sweat and tears have gone into that office. Went back.

Doctor has hired an overpriced nanny. This bitch is gonna drive me to drinking. I've been replaced. Good thing or bad thing?

Starting to understand my emotions. Realizing my family is the root of my issues in life. Now I'm becoming content with no contact. Just have to figure out this BS relationship.

On my birthday, I think I found my SM. Talking on a regular basis. And finally figured out what to do about BS relationship.

2017

Missed a bunch of time on this so I'm writing it in 2019 and trying to write as I would have in that time and frame of mind. Using things from other posts to help write this.

New home again but cant afford it without help. Took on roommate. She's awesome.

Hanging with Boozefighters next door is a really good time.

Fired from job for insubordination. What a bitch!

Depression setting in. I want out of this town. Suicidal thoughts.

Dad is helping me move back to hometown and can already tell I was right about my family. My daughter is pissed!

Trying to find comfort in family but wanting more than anything for SM to give in.

First job back in retail because dental pay is BS.

Things with SM are rocky. A couple of jail stays and lots of drinking. Having trouble keeping my head on straight and leaning back on emotions instead of thinking logical.

SM busted! Now what? Something always sets me back. Wtf? What is so wrong with my choices in life?

Got a place together. More drinking...... and some fighting......... and court........

Realized I went off the reservation due to my feelings for him. Haven't thought logical in some time.

These feelings have to be real. Cant fight them. But emotions are unreliable.

More turmoil with family. Trying to reconcile with mother. Didnt got well. Fuck it!

2018

Lost car at Christmas and finding it hard to hold onto my job. Feeling depressed again. Suicidal thoughts.

Only thing I'm sure of are my feelings for SM. He's got me and now I'm scared of what I may do for him.

Job is suffering so transfer and begin walking to work.

Realizing the hold SM has on me and it's dangerous. Is it healthy to be this attached? Should I distance myself? HELL NO

Bought a new car. But now I need a new job and SM is leaving me to serve time.

Moved in with grandmother when SM goes into serve time. I'm slipping again. More depression and anxieties are back.

New job is overnights and not sleeping like I need to. I want him home! Job isnt going well from depression and 2 hospital visits for sleep deprivation and malnutrition. Job is too demanding and anger creeping up.

Transfer to different department hoping it helps but instead get hours cut.

Weekend drives to unit for visits that never seem to last long enough. Cant touch him like I need to, like i want to.

Dont want to do a fucking thing if he cant be with me. Cancelled on so many things with friends. Is this what my life has come to?

Searching for a new job. Wtf is wrong with this town. Part time only and everyone is short staffed.

Cant pay bills at my grandmothers. 500 dollar electric bill. Fuck this!

I'm cracking..... had an emotional breakdown and unsure of how to hold myself together.

Hanging with people I know I shouldnt and offered a chance at Colorado. Do I take it?

Got another part time overnight. What the hell am I doing killing myself like this? Fuck this town and fuck this whole goddamn state!

Took the Colorado offer but I know he will have issues with it. How to handle it? It's where he wants to be but doubt we would make it there by his hand.

Packed up, missed a visit. He's going to go ape shit! Daughter is more excited then I am because I cried all the way here. Why does it feel wrong at the same time?

Well I was right. He went ape shit.

Colorado is a culture shock but I can feel myself calming. Driving the amish all over is peaceful and informative. But hurting for money. Place we are staying in is run down and not fit for habiting.

SM sent a letter. If I dont go back, its over. I guess it's over. I dont have the money to go back. Hold onto hope that he will be here when he gets out anyway.

Got a job with the county that's going well. I now understand what I have to do to complete my main goal. (Main goal is in another post.)

Opened the guitar up to stare at it and cry all day. Wth............

Christmas was rough. Still on the fence about my decision to come here even though most of the time I'm at peace with the views here.

2019

Person I came with is expressing feelings towards me. Not feeling it.

Working 2 part time jobs so I can stop driving the amish but tired of the travel with one job.

Got a place in Romeo. Its decent but I've been ripped off. This asshole needs to be shot. Speaking of being shot. I'm being threatened and I have 2 gunshots in my house.

Rightful owner let me buy it from her. Ok I can do this. Now to do something about the asshole who ripped me off. The fucker lives right across the street.

Against my better judgement J moves in. I think I need protection. Bought a gun. Bad idea. J is a felon. He's not here alot but appearance is what matters. Wtf. I guess I'm back to using people again.

Turns out we make a good team. Accomplishing quite a bit to achieve my main goal. I still dont feel like he does but I'm getting shit done.

Bought a trailer house, 2 parcels of land, a boat, 2 cars and a camper trailer. Way to go!!!

What the hell did I just do? I just made things way more complicated and started something I have no intentions of finishing. Heart breaking again.

Fighting, fighting, fighting. I finally understand how SM felt about me in the beginning. Suicidal thoughts.

My daughter is settling in nicely. Started a three some relationship and taking after my mother. Lol Now she's met a guy and starting to find herself.

My daughter turned 18! Holy shit I'm old............

SM is in a halfway house......... he didnt sound happy and I think my heart is breaking again. J is flipping out on me again over SM. Pressure is on. Dont slip again. Stay focused.

Yay! for phone time! Again confirming my emotions are real this time.

My daughter graduated. Yup, I'm still old. And getting older by the minute.

Went to Midland to clear up the storage unit. Fuck! It's all gone. Destroyed! All his stuff is gone. I've gotta replace it all.

Ok home ownership sucks! Everything breaks and has to be fixed........ twice!

Cleared my head. For once........

Divorce is final. 16 years and now back in contact with my son. Feeling complete.

Job is going great.

In negotiations on another home and a restaurant.

Joined 2 community boards and Search & Rescue.

Talk therapy helped me come to a conclusion. Time to let go of SM.

Married J. Did I do whats best for my future?

This time around, marriage has proved to be easier than the first. Im all in but fearful of not knowing what the future holds.

Notes

Fill in above the notes as you go. Remember. Dont edit or erase. Dont fucking touch it other than adding. Calling yourself out only works when the truth is written down. Yes they will change consistently. Find your patterns. Truth means sensitive information so dont let anyone read it unless you are ready for anger. If you happen to mentor someone in the future, that might not be a good idea! And pay attention during depression spells. Ever emotion counts.

Had the best holidays ever. Real trees are a mess though.

2020

Finally got full time with benefits at the County

Set up my retirement and 401. This is what I have wanted my entire life. And life insurance!

Pandemic approaching.

Lockdown! Sent home for 2 months with pay.

Took up arts and crafts and gardening to pass the time.

Stimulus check. Bought my daughter a car.

Lots of facetime with my son!

Back to work. So many restrictions.

COVID cases are declining.

County in trouble financially. How much longer will I have a job?

Paid of the house! After a court battle from attempting to rip us off. Again........

Gained another family member.

Going back on lockdown with pay again.

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real-retail-stories · 7 years

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The store I work in recently got refurbished. It was a relatively small store and hadn’t been updated since it was built some 60 years ago. We had signs up for months, detailing how it was changing, what was being changed, when the store would be closed, so on and so forth, leaflets were sent out with our paperboy to inform anyone who has newspapers delivered would still receive their papers as normal, as well as all the staff telling customers about it and warning them of closures and or anything that might be an inconvenience to them. But as everyone who works in retail will know, customers will always find something to complain about.

8 customers, complained that they wouldn’t get their papers and refused to pay for the days they wouldn’t receive them,even after getting their leaflets.

5 of those said customers went out and bought their papers somewhere else, then phoned up or came in and complained that they now have 2 of their papers and refused to pay for the ones we sent them, even though they were given leaflets, and told in store that they would still get their papers.

(This one I do feel kind of bad about) 1 woman, who I’d never actually seen before, came in mid renovation, looked around at all the stuff that had started changing, and proceeded to scream bloody murder at me, the only person on the shop front, about how this was going to effect her short term memory loss. Like, I’m really sorry to hear about that lady, and must be very difficult to deal with, but sadly not everything in the world is going to stand still for you, and screaming at me, a counter assistant, mid renovation isn’t going to change anything.

On a day where we closed midday, having put yellow tape around the front of the shop, putting up a big sign saying ‘SORRY, WE’RE CLOSED’, more customers than I can count, walked under or just plain ripped through the tape and tried to open our locked doors. Many of them yelled through the doors at us that they couldn’t get in. And once informed that ‘sorry, we’re closed for the day’ shouted at us for closing early and not telling them about it. (Even though you were told, I know you were told, I told most of you damn self yesterday.)

Multiple customers begging to be let in anyway because they just need some milk/some cigarettes/a packet of crisps. - I’m sorry but I cant let you in while work is being done, and even if I could, we have no tills to serve you on. - but I have the cash - I cant let you in, that would be dangerous.(Can you not see hard hat and gloves that I have to wear just to move stock out from the shop front?) - I’ll be careful.

Customers after having been sent away already, called the shop to tell us what an inconvenience that was to them.

Customers phoned up our head office to complain that were weren’t open, we got a phone call from them to ask if we had our signs up because they were bored of telling customers that yes they do know that shop is closed today, sorry we cant make them open just so you can buy a packet of pasta or use the cash machine inside.

At one point, nobody was in the front of the shop to tell a customer who had also missed the tape and sign that said we were closed to so he FUCKING SMASHED OUR GLASS DOOR AND WALKED INSIDE??????? WHO EVEN DOES THAT???? (Luckily the doors were going to be removed and fitted with new automatic ones later that week, be we (or the builders) had to boarder up the door with wood)

At one point, while the shop was essentially being gutted, having shelves and fridges and such ripped out, we had like a mini makeshift shop, like 1/10 the size of the full thing. (A tarp kind of thing acting as walls, one shelving stand, a fridge for milk and beer, cigarette cabinet, and half a counter strategically placed in front of the gap in the tarp so we could easily get in and out) so that people could get the 'essentials’. Customers would routinely come in, look around, not find the thing they want, then try to just walk around the counter and into the part of the shop that was obviously closed off. In what store, anywhere in the world would you think it was okay to just walk behind the counter???

Sorry but you cant enter that part of the shop. - why not? - because the builders are in there, theyre working - but the thing i want is in there - if you cant find what you want out here, i will happily go check in the back for it - but I KNOW where it is!! It’ll be on that shelf - that shelf isnt there anymore - why - because were having a refit - so i cant have that thing, this is RIDICULOUS - if you can wait right here for a moment, I can see if we have it in the back - fine -*goes and gets the thing from the back* - why dont you have this thing out here anyway? you have those other similar things there! - I’m sorry we just dont have the space in this section for everything, we’re trying to keep it down to the basics - well I’ll be coming back for more of it so you should put it out here ready for me!

Sorry but you cant go through into that part of the shop. - why not? - We’re undergoing refurbishment, the builders are in there I’m afraid. - oh, can i go in and have a look? - sorry, no. - why not? - because its dangerous - but you can go in there! - yes, but i have to wear a hard hat while i pass and through - well can i wear one and have a look? - no. - WHY NOT? - because its dangerous and i could get into trouble for letting you in there. - but how will i know what it looks like? - you’ll just have to wait and see when its all done. - but i want to see it now! -(Internally: Youre a grown ass man! what kind of grown man throws a tantrum over this kind of thing??)

Sorry but you cant go through to that section - but the thing i want is in there - *see’s the thing they want is wrapped up in a delivery dolly. Its not been scanned in yet but i know i can make a not if it for when we do get round to scanning things in.* Okay, if you could please wait right here, I’ll get it for you. - No, its fine, I can get it myself. - Sorry but I cant let you into that part of the shop. (at this point in time, one of the builders has noticed us talking and is very helpfully opening the dolly to get the item. He double checks its the right thing before bringing it over to us. the customer gets more shopping then i scan it through and bag it all up. but wait theres more) - how much did that scan at. - [item price] - how much? it was only [special offer price] last week. - That offer ended two weeks ago. - I dont want it then, take it off.

Do you have any frozen veg? - Sorry, not at the moment. - You had some before. - Yes, but were undergoing a refit and we don’t have any freezers to keep frozen food in at the moment. - why not? - our old freeze has been sent to a different store and are new ones wont be here until next week. - how am i going to make a roast dinner now? - we still have fresh veg in our fridges in the back, as well as canned veg, I can go get some for you. - well what do you have in? - peas, cauliflower, parsnips, and we have some potatoes on the shelves. - can I see them? - sure i’ll get some for you, what would you like to see? - all of it, where is it? - its in the back, I’d have to bring it up. - can’t I just go look for myself - sorry no. I know its not convenient, but I cant let you through. - fine, bring me [these things] - *brings here the things* - *looks at all the things, frowns* - these arent frozen - (internally smashing my head against a wall) after 10 more minutes of back and forth, she decided to go somewhere else.

And these are just some of the highlights.

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