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you are in the medieval era and you have this role!

I'm celebrating 116 gong bongs so far.

I used to prep, wash dishes, and cook at mellow mushroom. I had chronic pain that wasn't NEARLY as bad as it is today, but it was still very debilitating. I told my employer "i cannot stand more than 4 to 6 hours. I CANNOT do shifts longer than this due to my illness." And even though i made my boundaries VERY clear, everyday i worked it was 8 hours at the least and 10 or 12 at the most. I would go up to my manager and say "look i really need to leave, my shift is over, my chronic pain is killing me." And he'd say "we really need to here, you HAVE to push through." And so i did, and after one, ONE month of that job my crps got incredibly worse to the point where i could no longer walk my dog around the block which was .5 miles. I quit, and that was FOUR years ago, and ever since that day I HAVE BEEN BEDRIDDEN AND HAVE TO USE A WHEELCHAIR. It is my biggest regret in life.

My best friend who has seen my whole journey has recently developed undiagnosed chronic pain, and she is in the EXACT same scenario i was 4 years ago. Busting her ass at a pizza place with extreme pain that hurts her so much she tells me "im in so much pain i don't even feel like a person." She doesn't feel LUCID. And her manager and coworkers are saying the same thing "if you don't help us you will let us down, we'll be in the shit."

I stocked, packaged, prepped for the next day, and cleaned the entire fucking bakery all by myself for 4 months. And when I said this was a 2 person job and I could not physically keep up with the work load my manager said "I can do it, I've been working here for 20 years."

I finally quit when I one day came in and felt something in my leg snap during my shift. While I was doing my 2 weeks, I had a day where my vision was blurred and I felt faint, so I called in to say I couldn't drive into work that day. The store manager tried to say I HAD to come in, and that I was causing problems for everyone else because I couldn't make it that day. When I put my foot down and said I physically could not drive to work, she told me to just not bother coming in anymore.

Day six of #jayvikkissweek: hickeys!! 🫦💕 I love hickeys, I love hickey hijinks, I love the idea of Jayce being bullied for having them by his Very Proper Mother… plus some fuckin' cause its the weekend 👯‍♀️ Translation in alt.

Mom: And this?! Come here, let me have a good look.

Jayce: OW! Mom...

Mom: How shameful, who did this to you?!

Jayce: Mom, I'm 33 years old.

Mom: At least you're courting her I hope. Or... don't tell me you two aren't serious. You're using protection right?!

Jayce: Mom, just liste-

Mom: And also, if you're courting someone, don't you think it's important to tell your MOTHER??

Jayce: Mom wait a second, I need to talk with VIKTOR and-