today at work I got my annual job performance or w/e and the manager who gave it to me was all like "yeah the reason you've been getting so few hours is because you don't put stuff on the shelves fast enough, and we'd be glad to give you more hours after that"
up until now I've been working 5-10 hours a week, and zero on some weeks, but next week I've got like 12 and a half and the following week I get 13 so I feel like what she told me is kinda obsolete
though to be fair 13 is still pretty low, I just haven't worked that many since December
also the fact that in two weeks I'm working 7-11 and then 12:30-5:30 on Monday kinda intimidates me
Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability
I am numbing myself completely.
Can you hear me right now?
I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes.
It wasn't her words that shook me, but the resemblance you shared.
Don't it seem so detached and unreal? Don't it seem so far away?
Like the past never happened, or like nothing's ever changed.
With your casket open in front of me,
Your eyes closed and your lips silent.
With my name tattoo'd into your skin.
they actually sell these at a lot of flea markets, antique shops and places like that but those places usually do a better job, using a glass bottle, drilling symmetrical holes in it and decorating them
yeah I should stop eating entire pizzas over the course of a day though I have work tomorrow, if I can manage to not eat all of the pizza now, I'll have some for breakfast which is convenient because after paying the delivery fee, tip and ordering a bottle of dr pepper to go with it, I can no longer afford breakfast on the way to work tomorrow
my mom just fb messaged me (and for some reason also my grandmother) some article about how the information technology field is wanting to hire people with aspergers because they tend to be better in that field or w/e
I think it's pretty damned fucking obvious by the fact that I've never had any sort of interest in technology nor expertise in computers, that this isn't relevant to me one bit and my mom needs to stop showing me every single thing she sees with the word autism in it
This reminds me of a story I thought out and never wrote down. The basic idea is machinery has replaced the working man, and the only people employed, and thus able to feed themselves, have comparable abilities to that of machines. Idiot savants. These traits are selectively bread and evolution's hand is forced, semen from savants is auctioned for insane amounts of money.