You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
This episode is called From the Diary of Butterscotch Cinnamon Sweets and is not about magical girl shenanigans, but is instead Butterscotch narrating her experience of a manic episode and the subsequent lack of energy.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Also, should I feel guilty for using my own weird hybrid format for this comic script instead of the industry standard format?
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I've gotten two coachings in the past month from the same manager (after a year of work without incident). The first one was for two nights (both of which where I was pretty much carrying the person I was working with and STILL finished on time.) and the one that happened today concerned last night (where I also finished on time)
Its also my second strike. One more coaching and I'm fired. At this rate I cannot keep working with this manager. I'm going talk to the store manager and see if I can get moved or get him in trouble because this isn't fair. Not that it'll work of course because fuck Walmart and fuck my life
For two days in a row, I have arrived at work at 8:49. I go to sign in, and as soon as I have signed in and put the pen down, the clock ticks over to 8:50.
I'm just so so resentful. All everyone tells me is that I make too many excuses but you know what? I try so fucking hard and I can't manage anything because every step of the way my mental illness or my propensity for finding abusive people is there waiting with a proverbial bat to bash in my proverbial knees.
Not like anyone cares. All that vast swathes of people see me as is that kinda funny really loud annoying guy who didn't belong in AP English who made a lot of stupid mistakes, continuing to make stupid mistakes who is too lazy to go to college
Doesn't matter. What all do I have to show for it? All I've done for MONTHS is survive
Sometimes the best one can do for a while is hold on. It's a common enough reality. From my perspective, though, simply surviving independently in this context is its own accomplishment. More is expected of us than was expected of our parents, but we have fewer resources with which to meet those expectations, and those resources continue to dwindle under a variety of strains. It's not like I can help in any truly pragmatic fashion, but even a robot utilitarian like me can see that your distress is 100% valid.
Although I do note that you're not doing the unhealthy thing and self-hating over it.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Current status: Internet connection being throttled for nonpayment
See, my ISP is cruel...they don't immediately shut off your internet when your bill is past due, they just make it intolerably slow for a while :|
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
It's really weird to me to look back at stuff from the 1990s and see how dated it looks in retrospect
Because, like, anything from 1996 onwards? I was there! I was old enough that I can remember those times now! So it's really weird how, at the time, it all just seemed "regular" but now you look back and go "wow, that's so '90s"
I guess this is true of all decades, but the point I'm making is more about how I feel weird about aging, than the '90s itself
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At my previous house I didn't have a closet.
basically
(Despite the name, I'd have to remove most of its contents if I wanted to fit in it.)
Its also my second strike. One more coaching and I'm fired. At this rate I cannot keep working with this manager. I'm going talk to the store manager and see if I can get moved or get him in trouble because this isn't fair. Not that it'll work of course because fuck Walmart and fuck my life
I am a time lord.
I'm even thinking back to high school. Fuck.
I can't keep my mask on anymore.
At least, until someone walked in.
I really shouldn't cry in the bathrooms.
See, my ISP is cruel...they don't immediately shut off your internet when your bill is past due, they just make it intolerably slow for a while :|
Stop the planet, I want to get off.