Fun Times At Work

Fun times at work

Me: Yesterday I was super bored so I just started to randomly meow. I did it so much I forgot I was doing it and I meowed in the back hallway and some lady looked at me like I was insane. It was hilarious.

Manager B: You are the only person I know that would find joy in someone looking at you like you were insane and I love it.

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Me: Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes

Manager T: Are you saying pancakes over and over

Me: Yes, it's breakfast and a sandwich day, I get pancakes today.

Manager T: You mean brunch?

Me: No, it's not brunch. Brunch is breakfast and lunch, they only have breakfast foods and a chicken sandwich. Therefore it's breakfast and a sandwich day.

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Me: *comes in from nowhere* Fun fact, if you have a tattoo you are safe from cannibals. Apparently the ink makes our meat taste gross.

Manager T: *struggling not to laugh* Geez where do you find this stuff?

Me: No idea

Coworker S: *who just rolls with anything I say* I want a tattoo, but I don't want it to hurt.

Me: I barely felt it when I got mine done.

Manager T: You also have an insane pain tolerance!

Me: ... No one has ever had that reaction.

Coworker S: You dislocated your shoulder and it just mildly annoyed you.

Me: Well you're not wrong.

Kitty under a Christmas tree are the only Christmas pictures I wanna see. Look at the cute kitty!

I’m Autistic

My brother and I are both autistic, my brother being diagnosed when he was a young kid and I in my early twenties, because my brother’s first therapist was an idiot that should have her license revoked. So, my brother and I were never given the support and help we needed. As a result I haven’t been real comfortable with who I was, always told I should be a certain way, and that I needed to act like a normal person. This past year and a half has changed me however. In February of last year i got a new job and met two people that has changed my life, my friends Gabby and Ben. Gabby is this awesome tiny crazy chick that pulled me out of my shell. Ben, who has an autistic son, understands me and can even understand me when I have trouble with words and talking. They both helped me accept and be open with my autistic traits. We all have similar senses of humor and I feel like I owe them so much.

I’ve actually started to be open with my stimming and I’ve started to really research autism, allowing me to learn more about myself. I’ve been able to learn how to lessen my meltdowns and not stumble through life, hating that I just can’t be normal. I’ve also been more assertive with my mom, explaining why I’m the way I am and that I just can’t control some things about myself. That she’s being an ableist.

I don’t know where i’m going with this really, I just felt like I needed to say this and i guess, tell people with autism that there are people out there who are awesome and can be the support you need.

I have no idea how to feel

Well my abusive alcoholic father died, he was found recently. I feel sorry for his cat, we have no idea how long he’s been dead. My mom’s a wreck, kinda regressed back to when she left him, an emotional mess. My brother doesn’t know how to feel right now, but he’ll probably become a mess sooner or later. It looks like I’ll have to take care of things since my brother lives on the other side of the country and my mom is a mess and his sister can’t do anything because my brother and I are alive.

Truthfully, I don’t really care that he’s dead. Long before i left my parents house, i had stopped viewing him as my father and simply hated him for how he continued to treat my mom, brother and I. When i left he would constantly show up at my work and harass me, for a while he would blow up my phone until i got enough evidence on him for a restraining order and blocked him. When my mom and brother left him, he got worse. He almost got my brother fired, he got his family to harass my mom with him. Recently, my brother moved away to get out of his reach. I think that, and the realization that he would never get my mom back and the fact that he knew I despised him, it kinda lead to him just giving up and or getting even more desperate for our attention. He stopped taking care of himself and he turned the abuse on his sister and niece who were bending over backwards to keep him up. It even got so bad that he even told us that his brother died, when my aunt from my mom’s side who had been keeping in contact with him, asked his niece about it and to say sorry for your loss, she said that her mother was talking to the supposedly dead brother on the phone. Oh as a further kick in the teeth, at least to his niece, he said that his situation was worse than his niece, who’s daughter was brutally murdered in front of her. His wife and children leaving him because he treated them like garbage, was worse than having your child murdered in front of you.

So, as much pain it brings my family that he died, i know it’s good that he’s not still around. He’s not hurting anyone any more. But i also feel bad for my family, they still had feelings of love for him. I don’t understand it, but i get that they feel loss and even survivals guilt.

Dear fic writer on the eve of a brand new year-

I wish you joy of your writing.

I wish you fortitude for editing and resilience to see it through to the end.

I wish you comments and kudos and squee.

I wish you friendship and support.

I wish you time, and quiet, and a comfy seat.

I wish you a generous muse.

I wish you belief in yourself and resistance to doubt.

I wish you comfort in the face of jealousy.

I wish you strength when you despair that you’re writing into a void.

I wish you fun.

I wish you confidence.

I wish you snacks. Lots of snacks.

Happy New Year!

I never knew this problem was this bad. Hell I knew my doctor kept telling my mother that I was too fat or weighed more than I should, and that led to my eating disorders. Of course I know now that I was perfectly fine back then and it was the fact that I had a body type that some women would kill for, huge boobs and butt, I developed early so for my whole teenage years I was fat and over weight according to my doctor because unlike most girls my age, I had an hourglass figure instead of being the half starved figure I would see in most of the girls around me.

Anyway I had no idea that this went as far as babies and doctors killing/ almost killing people.

I work at a daycare with infants.

One of our baby girls is fat, in the 99th percentile for her age. She is super cute and sweet. Lately, she has been sick with various breathing issues, so she has been reluctant to take her bottles. Normally, she’ll take 4 ounces of formula at lunch and 8 ounces in the afternoon. Today, I was lucky to get to her take 5 all day.

There was a substitute covering a lunch break in my classroom today. We emphasized to her that we need to keep trying to get the baby to drink her bottle until she finished it. She said, “Why are you guys so worried about taking her bottle?”

My coworker replied, “That’s where all her nutrients are. She needs the nutrients and the water.”

To which the substitute replied, “But she’s so fat. She doesn’t need it.”

Thin privilege is a small, pretty baby getting better childcare because the caretaker doesn’t think she’s too fat to be allowed to eat.