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I worked in a supermarket for 7 years and I don't think I can understate just how much cleaning you had to do for it to look clean (it very often where not in the places you aren't supposed to see)

True for food service, retail establishments, gyms, outdoor areas, schools, religious buildings, office buildings, etc. People usually only notice when a space is NOT clean, meanwhile every time a space is clean it’s only because of the diligent work of janitors, maintenance staff, custodians, parks workers, or volunteers.

instead of david seeing shane and ilya making out against a window, both of shane’s parents find them wrapped around each other asleep on the couch. and they were already trying to be quiet out of respect for shane’s silent retreat, but now they’re truly speechless. until yuna breathes out an involuntary “oh,” and shane wakes up and sees them and sits up so fast he hits ilya in the face. ilya says “OW shane what the fuck?” and his nose is bleeding and shane holds his face and says “fuck i’m sorry are you okay” and yuna says “oh let me grab some ice,” and then suddenly shane is holding an ice pack wrapped in a towel to ilya’s face, still sitting in his lap, and ilya breaks the silence with a slightly muffled “hello. i am ilya.”david says, “um. two minutes for roughing?” and shane chokes out, “jesus fucking christ”

being extremely out of the loop especially regarding social media trends and discourse means you often end up learning things only after they've been turned into memes like ten times removed from the original context. for example the first time I ever read the term "girl dinner" it was on a gif of the T-Rex from Jurassic Park eating people so you can imagine the confusion when some time later I stumbled upon posts where people were hating on it and calling it gender essentialist

it's seriously fucked up that our society expects women to spend most of their energy hunting alone and fighting for their food while men can just chill with their herds as they munch on leaves

"You know what's harder than Getting Better? Living Like That" is just the thesis for my whole shit going on right now honestly. You know what's harder than doing my physical therapy? Hurting All The Time. You know what's harder than addressing my gender dysphoria? Hurting All The Time

I'm Doing The Hard Thing and it's *easier* than how I was living before. If you make yourself feel better you will have more energy to spend on Getting Better. Nice inch nails - the upward spiral. Crawl out of your grave Thursday

I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs