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My boss told me on Friday that she’s leaving the company.

The one reason why I actually enjoy working for my company is leaving the company.

I straight up don’t even think I’m capable of doing my job without her help.

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I cannot stress this enough, this is my all time favorite news story

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every so often I remember things from old tumblr.

Shout out to #GPOY

@imbananasfordananas go pee on yourself

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So, I love my job. I do. I will say that a million times over.

I love my boss. I love that I’m making (good) money. I love the convenience of working with my boyfriend. I love the flexibility of my hours and my schedule. I love that I am able to work from home basically whenever.

But the more that I get into what I’m doing, the more I realize that I don’t love the content of my job. I love some aspects of what I’m doing, but what I’m being trained to do is not something I’m passionate about.

I love love love the process improvement aspect of my current position - I love utilizing the tools at my disposal to make antiquated or broken (or both) processes easier. I am obsessed with the creativity that comes with that… But, the more I’m getting involved with the actual work itself, the less time I have to do the process improvement that I actually love doing.

It’s definitely not that I don’t like my job. It is just that it does not excite me or fulfill me like I want it to most of the time. Now that I’ve been working at my company for a year and a half, I’m being given more ~important~ work to do, and, while it’s really rewarding to actually be entrusted with my newer job responsibilities, I keep feeling more and more bogged down and stressed out and overworked, and it makes it worse that I don’t realllly enjoy what I’m doing.

This is not my boss’s fault - this is a company-wide issue. But, regardless, it sucks. I watch my boss pull 70-90 hour workweeks, and it’s really hard for me to envision that being my future when I am not enjoying the actual work. If you gave me 70-90 hours of hands-on process improvement work, that would be a totally different story. I would (and have, totally on my own volition) worked ridiculous hours to finish crazy process improvement projects just out of passion.

I’ve also kinda caught myself in a weird predicament - I’m being promoted on a consistent basis BECAUSE of the process improvement work, but the more I am promoted, the less I get to DO the process improvement work. And, also, just to add this in here, I also feel really lost in some of my newer job responsibilities because I was never really taught the basics… Because I was doing process improvement and it was never really necessary for me to learn the basics. And, it would be awesome if there was an accessible way to actually learn the basics, but there isn’t. So it’s really a lot of knowing what questions to ask, and, most of the time, I’m good at that, but it’s involving a different part of my brain to do that. And I’m not super comfortable with that part of my brain yet. Lol.

Such an odd situation I’m in right now, and I don’t know how to fix it I guess??

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kimreesesdaughter:

On some real shit, I do not fuck with people who ride those boat things at the carnival. People who get on those do not give a fuck about life, they don’t care about you, ya mama or your kids. They literally have nothing to lose. You don’t care about life so there’s no need for me to fight you because you’re not going to give a damn about my face. 

THIS JOINT!!!!

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BITCHHHHHHH. I got on this shit when I was 12. Wasn’t no bar, no protection, nothing in that shit. I didn’t realize until it was too late. You couldn’t pay me to ever get on this shit ever again in my life. We were in Landover, this shit almost smooth flipped my ass to Baltimore. No. Never again. 

12? I got on this bitch when I was 21 and had my head in my ex’s shoulder the ENTIRE time. Screaming like a bih too. Nope. Never again. I was praying to the gravity gods the entire time.

?????? All it does is swing back and forth???? I don’t understand the concern??????

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centrifugal force keeps you in your seat.

Centrifugal force isn’t keeping me from crying tho

why is this so funny

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