I don't know what the hell I'm doing

so i made the playlist https://open.spotify.com/user/haey1/playlist/15HiKjAnUuAymWdqejOTcP

Rebloging with the playlist.

as a white I can confirm the accuracy of this playlist

If you don’t lose your titties with excitement over this playlist you don’t have a soul!

homeskillet, i’m mexican american and i can confirm that this gets the white in me turnt af

Ain’t gonna lie

Uh idk who is cuter

Bruh.

THE LIL BABY KISSED HIM WHEN HE WAS TALKING IN SLOTH TO HIM!!!!!

both of them are toooooooo fucking cute

Trust.

IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY WORST, JUST REMEMBER THAT I HANDLE ME AT MY WORST AND THAT MAKES ME STRONGER THAN YOU

Oh my goodness this makes me feel powerful I hadn’t even thought of it like this.

woah

EVERY BODY NEEDS TO HEAR THIS

Everyone needs Laverne cox to come to their house and spit truth in front of the mirror

One time I used my retail voice on a coworker and she was like, “Don’t use your customer voice on me, I know you’re dead inside like the rest of us, it’s just frightening and weird”

The other day I asked for a table for two in my customer voice and the waitress squinted at me and I cleared my throat and said “Sorry, still in service mode” and she dropped hers and we swapped stories about our day and my boyfriend was like “You two just became two entirely different people in like .5 seconds…”

I can be bitching up a blue streak about a customer-from-hell while the store is empty, and when the phone rings swap over to my retail voice practically in mid-sentence. I even have managers and salespeople from other stores in the chain fooled into thinking I’m infinitely friendly and helpful, and my manager’s husband thinks I’m one of the most professional people in the store. One assistant manager’s daughter dubbed me Perky-Pants because she mostly dealt with me over the phone, and was shocked to the core when I dropped an F-bomb at her graduation picnic.

The acting required in the service industry is beyond the pale. My cousin freaked out when she came to see me at work because I was all smiling and nice while helping someone who was asking inane questions and who basically forced me to walk them to the product and put it in their fucking hand but I was nice as pie until I turned around to walk away and my demeanor changed back to normal and I muttered “what a fucking moron” under my breath as I got back to my cousin. She just looked at me shocked and said “no wonder you’re so exhausted when you get home.” 

this is actually referred to as emotional labor in criminology, and is considered one of the hardest forms of labor

The art of bullshit is strong in the service industry 

My coworkers in the cubicle next to me never talk on the phone so they get to listen to me bitch after my calls are over.