but this blog is about periods and cats.
I wasn’t selected for the assistant branch manager position and while HR usually calls me at home, they decided to notify me at work this time, which is great, you know, because I was wondering when I’d get to cry in the staff bathroom.
I felt pretty dumb and babyish and, like, of course I didn’t get the job when I can’t keep myself together, but then the branch manager called me into her office to talk about it and she started crying. So we sat there crying about what an excellent, blubbering team we would have made and then put on brave faces and continued to rock the information needs of our patrons.
What can you do.
i wish that instead of really annoying guys coming up to you in the street to hit on you it was really cool girls who were like hey i like your hair do you want to come over and have some wine and hang out and do eachother’s nails really dope and eat foods and talk shit about all the strange men that have hit on us