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ackersexual:

ackersexual:

im going to draw armin in every official trio art where hes left out

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nashhha:

Yesterday I had to go into work because they were having major internet connectivity problems.

I was there for like 6 hours trying to fix this shit, and nothing was working. I was on the phone basically all day.

But my biggest problem was the fact that individually, all the sales people came…

Just a little follow-up to this:

So, I have been at the dealership all week working on different computer problems. There was basically a computer apocalypse, and I was very stressed. At one point, I unplugged a wireless router that was set up in a random sales person’s office. I didn’t put it there. Someone called a different tech person in to have it done. I unplugged it because it was causing that particular sales person’s computer some issues.

That was on Friday. The apocalypse started Tuesday. So, as I was actively working on a very serious problem, a certain sales person (let’s call him Bill), would come up to me, and ask me when I was going to fix the wireless router. And when he was asking me this, he would be all “well, what am I supposed to do if a customer asks to use it? How am I supposed to answer emails on my phone? blablablablabla”

Eventually, I snapped, and I was like “LISTEN! If I am actively working on something, I can’t fix the wireless. I will work on it when I am finished. Stop asking me. I have answered your question. I need to finish this first.” 

And he goes “OMG! I didn’t mean for you to fix it right now! I just wanted to make sure you did it before you left! I completely understand that you are busy!”

But its like, no. He wants the wireless because he has another job, and he answers those work emails on his phone. Like, I am not responsible for your shitty data plan. And I only know about this second job because he asked me to set up his email for it on his phone. He was literally the first sales person to nag me in my other long rant. I knew he didn’t give a shit that I was busy. He didn’t give a shit about it on Tuesday when my computer apocalypse started and he nagged my ass off all day, or when he kept it up all week. 

So I decided that I was just going to push that little task to the bottom of my list, and focus on some good ol’fashioned classical conditioning. Today, after our little conversation where I told him not to ask me again, Bill would start to come into the office I was working at, just to see what I’m up to. So, when he entered, I’d be like “I haven’t fixed the wireless yet.”

"I haven’t fixed the wireless yet."

"I haven’t fixed the wireless yet."

Every time he was lurking around that office, asking me what time I was planning on leaving, I was like “Well, I haven’t fixed the wireless yet…”

Turns out, I have to ask the person who set it up originally a few questions before I decide to set it up for good. So as I was saying bye to everyone, Bill comes over and I told him that I was leaving without fixing the wireless yet, and he goes “I don’t know why you keep saying that like I am so invested in this wireless internet!” The shit disturber of the dealership started cackling because he was totally noticing that Bill was bothering me, and once was even like “I don’t want to be ‘a Bill’ or anything, but…” So I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled like a maniac.

And thus, the annoyed became the annoying.

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naotakunn:

i cant believe this. i cant fucking believe this. i meant to send this to my boyfriend but instead i sent it to my boss right after i told her i was quitting all i wanted to do was make an inappropriate cookie joke but no i got mixed up texting two people at once and literally sent a picture of a chocolate chip cookie captioned “ooh she thique” to the fifty year old suburban mother of two of whom i have nothing but a strictly professional relationship with. after knowing me for almost a year and a half as a hard working and respectable employee this is the last thing i will ever say to her i can never go back to that shop again all because of this god damn cookie blunder What have i Done

naotakunn:

i cant believe this. i cant fucking believe this. i meant to send this to my boyfriend but instead i sent it to my boss right after i told her i was quitting all i wanted to do was make an inappropriate cookie joke but no i got mixed up texting two people at once and literally sent a picture of a chocolate chip cookie captioned “ooh she thique” to the fifty year old suburban mother of two of whom i have nothing but a strictly professional relationship with. after knowing me for almost a year and a half as a hard working and respectable employee this is the last thing i will ever say to her i can never go back to that shop again all because of this god damn cookie blunder What have i Done

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autistichatchworth:

Ah you’re watching sailor moon? I love that anime. The way they just [clenches fist] sail all those fricking moons

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lunalookalike:

the skeleton war isn’t for everybody. some skeletons just want to dress up as meat products and direct you to the pharmacy and that’s okay

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lunalookalike:

the skeleton war isn’t for everybody. some skeletons just want to dress up as meat products and direct you to the pharmacy and that’s okay

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mxcleod:

mxcleod:

my sister is as old as some of you

and that is just wrong 

no one born in the 2000’s should be following me 

it just feels so wrong

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ok whatever you say 

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skegleton:

this is superwholock level of Edgy Threatening Tirade oh my god

skegleton:

this is superwholock level of Edgy Threatening Tirade oh my god

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oldpaintings:

The Three Witches from Shakespeare’s Macbeth, 1775 by Daniel Gardner (English, 1750—1805)

oldpaintings:

The Three Witches from Shakespeare’s Macbeth, 1775 by Daniel Gardner (English, 1750—1805)

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