I feel like my depression has won this battle. And it’s not your usual, down in the dumps, I’ll get over it soon kind of depression. It’s the kind that has dragged me to the deepest part of the earth and it’s dark. It has become its own entity and follows me wherever I go saying all kinds of fucked up shit to me.
I named it Dickhead.
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Ever since I went to Italy, I’ve always wanted a cameo ring but could never afford it. So I went on eBay and bought myself a vintage one.
When I look at job postings, I also look at the reviews that their past and current employees have given them. Glassdoor and Indeed would never allow you to be brutally honest about an employer, but if I had the time, I will most likely put out a website that will allow people to add their employers and add brutal reviews.
I want to know about your boss. I want to know about your co-workers. I want to know if you’re sitting in the parking lot crying before you walk in. I want to know if the majority of the people in your office are racist. I want to know if management just sweeps bullying and harassment under the rug. I WANT TO KNOW THE DIRTY SHIT.
Continue reading “If People Gave Their Employers Honest Reviews”I can’t wait to go home and air fry my Dino nuggets.
Got a new phone. I think I’m in love with it.
