poormichelle:

The time she thought Solange was joining the group…

poormichelle:

The time she thought Solange was joining the group…

I’m not happy…

I know I should be.

You have a job, be happy!Trust me, I’m totally grateful to be employed, I know there are many others who would kill to be where I am right now.

But I’m not happy…

I hate this job. I work in the legal department and am the first point of contact for most of the clients. When the examiners don’t do their job, I get chewed out. Does that make sense? Not to me. I have to listen to people fuss at me about things I can’t control, give me attitude because no one’s gotten back to them, yell at me because they left a message for their examiner 5 minutes ago and have yet to receive a call back. But how is this my fault? I’m not customer service. I’m not the complaint department. I’m not a punching bag. I’m not even a fucking psychic. I’m just the poor soul who has the misfortune of having to answer the phones.

I’m so unhappy here. And everyone’s all “be grateful you have a job.” I never once said I wasn’t. Matter fact, I thank God every day for this job, but does that mean I have to grin and bear verbal abuse in order to be grateful?

I had an interview last week. Right after I left, I got in my car and cried because I knew I had to return to this hell.

I just… can’t do this anymore. I can’t. I have an attitude from 8am to 5pm Monday through Friday. I’ve worked in call centers and enjoyed it more than this. I have a migraine damn near everyday because of all the tension. My job isn’t even that hard; I don’t hold anyone’s life in my hand. I just can’t take being battered with negativity 80% of my day. It’s draining. It’s depressing. I keep trying to remind myself that this isn’t permanent. But… *sigh*

I’m not happy. I’m sorry. I’m just not.

joyisa:

miss-queen-bee:

e v e r y   s i n g l e    o n e  ^   ^   ^

Hit kinda close to home. Esp the 1st one.

joyisa:

krystallina:

Dalton Ghetti creates minature masterpieces on the tips of pencils using just a razor blade, sewing needle and sculpting knife. 

The typical piece takes several months, the longest piece of interlocking loops took two and a half years.

via Accidental Mysteries

#Nice

I wonder if anyone has ever accidentally used one of his pieces, thinking it was a regular pencil.

They’re probably dead.

(via joyisa)

daavigod:

LMAO

Ewwwwww. LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

daavigod:

LMAO

Ewwwwww. LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(via cctjevo)

(via kidkoni)

*jumps up and down* I have braids. See my braids? See my braids? Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

*jumps up and down* I have braids. See my braids? See my braids? Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?

I wish everyone could make a career out of doing what makes them happy. The world would be awesome.

Except for people who get off on hurting others. They can work the minimum wage and customer service jobs. That shall be their punishment.