I can't!!!! Focus!!!!!!! I want to write this story so badly, and I know exactly what I want to write, but I can't focus enough to actually get it on paper. And also, because I am a petty infant, this story is based on someone's art, and literally minutes after it went up, I messaged them asking if it was okay if I wrote a thing (yes). But also. Someone else is writing a thing. Someone who posts it in chapters, instead of as a big one-and-done thing. Who is getting attention for the thing they are writing. That I wanted to write first. So in the middle of this awful I-can't-focus frustration, I've also got a huge mess of stupid, immature but-I-called-dibs frustration going on too. THIS IS SURE GONNA BE GOOD FOR THE OL' PRODUCTIVITY LEVELS.
The railing that keeps packages on the training point off the conveyor belt broke, so they kept asking all over. And we were understaffed because reasons, so we had no one available to help for long. And the co-worker I did have stood around while pipping instead of at least pulling one package off in between them, letting things pile up and fall off even worse---or else push things down to where they're very inconvenient for me. So I felt obligated to go "help," or do some of it for them, because even with my drivers basically taking care of all their packages AND the two stops past them, I didn't get out til like 40 minutes later than ideal. Dumb dumb dumb.
my music teacher is all like "lol trigger warnings are just to make sure u dont 'offend people's sensibilties'" fuck you also i'm twitchy cause in retrospect someone who gets twitchy because of certain sounds might not have wanted to take a music class.
It's very tumblrâ„¢ arguing style, but my favorite response to any sort of 'well trigger warnings are to help the speshul snowflakes' is "why do you hate veterans?" Once you kick them out of the mindset that it's the Offended Teens, you can actually break down trigger warnings (and when they're abused) but well. "Why do you hate veterans?" is a great way to take the wind out of someone's righteous rage sails.
Trying to look for ways to deal with nausea caused by anxiety and some of the results are "Eat raw and vegan to heal your body!" Now I'm annoyed and nauseous.
So someone close to me has this relative. They moved from England to Texas. And ever since their views have been getting slowly more toxic. I hid them from my FB feed, but the other day someone asked if I'd seen what they were saying now. I took a look. It's just post after post on the following subjects: People are stupid for being scared of Trump winning. Hillary supporters are evil. Black Lives Matter is disgusting and All Lives Matter / Blue Lives Matter are more important. The States doesn't have a problem with systematic racism and anyone that says it does is just a bleeding heart liberal SJW. And any POC that say there's a problem are being dishonest or over sensitive. 'Of course it's all the fault of the white cis male patriarchy *rolls eyes*' I will not touch the poop. I will not touch the poop. But goddamn this person is so incredibly frustrating. And I can't unfriend them without making things horrifically awkward, so I'll just have to shove them back in their box and try to forget about them.
It's still too bloody hot for fucking september. It's messing with my sleep because I don't sleep very well when it's hot :(
I recognize things are probably not the most fun for her, but having a roommate with hyperfocus who feels compelled to do her school assignments immediately upon being assigned them does not help me stop feeling awful about my struggles against procrastination =m=
Someone on my dash seems to be taking a commentary on how healer culture is in MMOs (esp regarding DPS) as a commentary on healers in DnD and two are radically different enough that it's infuriating especially since it comes off as the usual "oh well healing is easy" bullshit I get from DPS mains. And seem to think that tanks are literally incapable of Doing Wrong because their whole deal is taking shit, but like, there is taking shit and then there is shitting in the shit because you're shit (at tanking.)
trying to find an mcu fic, but the tags I can remember don't narrow things down enough and there's still 800+ results
Had super manipulative charity-fundraiser people show up at my apartment door and try to pretend to be my friend for long enough to get $130 out of me.
Really dumb annoyance: No one has asked me to draw Nepeta with a milkshake! >:x she's like all I draw people c'mon
Once of my roommates is doing dishes. They do dishes much more slowly yet loudly than I do. Every time, I feel like it's a performance of begrudged cleaning to lure me downstairs to do it for them. Or to offer to do it for them so they can trust and avoid and fume and keep doing it even more loudly. Think that's parental baggage. -_-
For work reasons, I had to look up the Democratic candidate for governor's Wikipedia page, and it was blatantly largely written by someone on his campaign. I'm tempted to edit it to add a {{POV}} flag.