Raga vi ricordate Pigrieco spero di NO

My friends talking about me

The last thing I wanted after missing my bus for my first day of work and being undercaffeinated at the bus station taking plenty of water was HAVING A GUY TELLING ME THIS IS THE RIGHT AGE FOR ME TO GET MARRIED

The two genders

Why are Marines the epitome of strength when girls are literally out there wearing mini skirts in the storm

Sup besties working sure is tiring
Also there's a lot of food smell
Also why do French guys keep hitting on me

I probably give a very Les miserables fan kind of vibe

Maybe it's my poisson pussy

Having worked a lot with the public lately, I have noticed a pattern that makes me uncomfortable and uneasy.
Richer people, people who give you work, or people you work for in a broader sense, which includes also clients and stuff, don't care about how you work. They just care about how much you work.
Whether it's your boss or your client you have to look busy. If there's nothing to do find it, or do stuff that makes you look busy.
It's what they are looking for. A constant, relentless stream of useless small stuff spread through various hours. It just doesn't look good if you are still. People want to have full control and ownership over your time and energies. If you take even a breath the feeling is that you're stealing from work.

"I'm taking a quick nap" and now it's a whole different geological era