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Oh, so turns out my workplace is very toxic and people talk about me behind my back to the boss in meetings I am not allowed to attend. And then when the boss, in a surprisingly dumb fit of unprofessionalism the boss comes yelling at me, I am forbidden from even attempting to defend myself from unfounded accusations, and told that I am undisciplined. And then when I speak to my union rep, I'm told "okay, do exactly what they tell you, and if it's not working and things are not being done, that's on them, not you". Except that doesn’t stop people from bad talking me and the boss from having a bad, unfounded opinion of me, and I was starting to actually like that job.
But, yeah, no. I'm not fucking staying. The co-workers I talked to all say "oh, that's normal, it happens to everyone, just go with it". Well if you don't mind being talked about in your back and yelled at for things you haven't done by your boss, good for you. I for one will not accept it.
I don't care if that's "how it works in the workplace" or "just hang your head and go with it" or "it happens to everyone". The world is already fucked up enough, I am not staying in toxic environments if I have the choice to leave.
A Perfect Ending To A Terrible Day - Johnny Storm (blurb)
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Gif By: @forchrisevans // Dividers Found Here
Parings: Johnny Storm X Reader
Warnings: Anxiety / Depression, problems at work, kissing. (Not much, this is mostly fluff.)
Word Count: 1026
Summary: After a terrible day at work, johnny comes over to cheer you up.
A/N: Hi everyone! I was super excited when I got this request, but I’ve never written for Johnny before, so I hope it’s okay! I know it was kind of short, but I felt like since it was my first time writing for him, a little blurb or drabble would be best! Anyways it would be awesome if you guys could let me know what you think! My inbox is always open and has anonymous mode available, so please feel free to drop in anytime about literally anything (even requests!) I’d love to hear from you all! And thank you all for the mass amount of support I received on my oneshot! I am still so shocked at how well it did, and I appreciate all of you so much!
Your body feels like dead weight as you slump down onto your bed. Before your face even hits the pillows, you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Today was the worst day you’ve had in a really long time.
It wasn’t like you weren’t good at your job, but it was just one of those days where you felt like you couldn’t do anything right. No matter how hard you tried, everything seemed to fall apart. Not to mention your boss and his aggressive lecture about your performance, that alone, even on a good day, would have been enough to work you up. Pulling the blanket up over your head, you cry out all the feelings that you had been pushing down until you finally got home.
Suddenly you hear the instrumental tune of Nelly’s “It’s Getting Hot In Here” coming from your cell phone that you had haphazardly tossed on the bedside table next to you. There’s only one person that could be on the other end of the line, the same person who programmed the ringtone himself. Reluctantly you peek your head out of your cocoon and grab your phone.
“Hey, baby! Look, I just got done at the lab with Reid. How bout I pick you up in fifteen minutes and take your cute butt out tonight?” Johnny says, sounding as energetic and happy as ever, something you usually adored about your boyfriend, but right now was making your head hurt.
“Johnny…” You manage to choke out but the rest of the words failing you.
“What’s wrong?” Johnny interjects quickly, his voice now laced with concern.
Sniffling, you try to pull yourself together enough to answer him. “Jus’ had a really bad day.”
Johnny’s heart aches at his girl’s voice sounding so broken. “I’m coming over.”
“Oh Johnny, no, you don’t have to.” You try to stop him, beginning to feel guilty. As much as you want to see him, you don’t want to bring him down with you.
“15 minutes, and I’m there.” He says, ignoring your comment and hanging up the phone.
You don’t even bother moving out of bed since Johnny has a key to your apartment. Just a month ago, you both had given the other the keys to your apartments. It was a big step for you both, but especially for Johnny. He had never been in such a serious relationship; after all, the human torch was previously named playboy of the year… three years in a row. But all that changed when he met you. Of course, he’s still Johnny, sarcastic and charming but the overly flirtatious and irresponsible parts of his old personality were to no use of him now. Not when he’s found someone he cares for more than he ever thought possible.
You hear the keys jingling and the front door opening as Johnny enters your apartment. “It’s me!” He calls you, but you don’t bother answering. “Babe?” He calls out again as he slips his shoes off at the door and makes his way to your bedroom.
“Hi.” You mutter out when his slim body appears in the door frame.
“Hey...” He says with a soft smile before coming over to sit on the edge of the bed closest to you. He starts soothingly rubbing his hand up and down your leg as he speaks up. “What happened, baby?”
You can’t seem to get yourself to look at him, almost embarrassed of your emotions. “Work stuff, I just-...” You stop taking a deep but shaky breath. “... couldn’t do anything right today.”
“No, no, no, don’t say that.” Johnny coos moving his hand from your leg to cup your face. He makes you look at him finally, and you wish you would have before because somehow, just his eyes on yours makes your heart feel a little lighter. And even with his eyebrows pinched up in worry and lips in a slight frown, he looks as handsome as ever. “We all have bad days baby, don’t be so hard on yourself. Not on my perfect girl.”
Your eyes well up again, but only this time it is for Johnny’s sweet words. “You’re too good to me, Johnny; I’m sorry I ruined the fun night you wanted to have.” You know Johnny loves you and would do anything for you. But, in times like these, where your emotions are already running high, thoughts of insecurity shuffle their way back into your mind. You imagine what he’d be doing right now if it were for you; he’d probably already be at some extreme sporting thing or even a bar, being the life of the party. But instead, here he is with you, sitting in the dark of your bedroom, trying to console you.
“Hey, where’s all this that coming from, baby? First, you talk shit about my girlfriend, and now you say I’m too good for her?” He says, not being able to hide his teasing grin. “I’ll let you know, I happen to lot her and that she’s the one that’s too good for me. Putting up with all my crazy shit, especially in the beginning, wow, was I a piece of work or what?” Through the tears, you can’t help yourself to start smiling too. “She’s a saint, I swear. But nonetheless, I would gladly choose to be with her anywhere than somewhere without her any day.”
“You know your job was supposed to be to help me stop crying, right?” You manage a chuckle, the heavyweight of sadness starting to lift off of you little by little.
Johnny chuckles before reaching his hands out for you to take so that you can pull yourself to sit up. “Well, what can I say? I’m not a therapist for a reason.” He says before kissing you softly.
You kiss him back with a small smile. “Well, that’s fine by me. I love you just the way you are.” You assure him, using your hand to run through his short hair.
“I love you too, baby.” He says before kissing you again. “How does take out and movies on the couch sound?”
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As I started yesterday, I continue today and will probably only next week (commitments around college so I can't write my fanfiction story these days, sorry about that) and this story of mine will continue first with Donald and his work, and then later with something else, which will be the main theme of my first fanfiction story. For the first chapter you can see here: https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/post/188288119589/my-first-fanfiction-quack-pack-fanfiction
If you have any questions about what I am doing, feel free to ask me and please correct me for any mistakes so I can continue on where I left off:
Chapter Two
Donald leaves downtown Duckburg and gets off the bus at a bus station and hurries to his workplace, the Everett Ducklair Building, or the Ducklair Tower, which was one of the tallest buildings in Duckburg. It was where inventions designed mainly by Everett were designed, and the Channel 00 television and internet station, where Donald and Daisy worked as cameramen and reporters, was housed in the same building. He pushed among humans (and humans, and most of all anthro-animals) to get to his workplace because he was certainly too late. Somehow, he managed to get to Ducklair Tower and reported to the porter that he had arrived. It was already seven o'clock in the morning. When he answered the doorman, in the meantime, Donald swung violently through the moving door that went in a circle and suddenly found himself outside again. He soon regained consciousness and returned to the building again, answering to the doorman, and found himself with a well-known journalist and reporter who had just swung him through the sliding door, unaware that it was Donald. His name was Angus Fangus, whose origin is from New Zealand, where he is from, and he is a kiwi bird. In fact he was partly his superior boss after Everett. When Donald re-entered, he was behind Angus and suddenly with his clumsiness pushed him away, but luckily Angus did not fall. Angus then turned and said to Donald:
"What are you doing ?! And how early are you?"
"And, uhhhh, I don't know, Chief Everett ordered me to come at this time," Donald replies with shyness and confusion.
"Everett ordered ?! Well then, since you shouldn't have come today, at least for me. And you're wearing that stupid Hawaiian shirt again. I told you not to wear it to your workplace," Angus replies angrily.
"Have a day off today ?! Well I didn't, I knew. Oh well, then I'll be home." - Donald said and then whistled to the door. However, Angus then took him by the shoulders and brought him back:
"Not so fast. Once you are there, go to the archive where the paperwork is heavy and digitize it through the printer, and copy copies of all our channel's documents and reports in recent years. That must be over by tomorrow. Is that clear?!"
"Sure boss. Yes, sir." Donald replied sadly and went to the elevator up to the seventh floor to do the digitization, and Donald was known to be unable to handle the new technologies.
As he turned to the elevator and until Angus saw, Donald climbed Angus as if he were a naughty boy, since he did not love him. He soon runs to the elevator, not to notice Angus what he is doing, and so he manages to reach the elevator and the seventh floor. Basically, he has problems when he goes by elevator and sometimes he has to go up stairs, luckily this time it didn't happen to him. And it reaches the seventh floor and enters the document room and one printer and scanner with lots of documents, filings, complaints and reports on everything and everything. Poor Donald. Still, Donald is pouring into his confidence and moving on with his work. Donald, meanwhile, thought he luckily did not see Everett, nor did he receive any charges against him, nor did he receive inconvenient criticisms or reprimands, despite being late. Then Donald thought to himself, "Um, it looks like Louie Duck is really giving me luck. Maybe I should have taken him anyway. Maybe not."
Meanwhile, while Donald was thinking of something else, he accidentally scanned his hand and squeezed it and suddenly several copies of his hands came out on the computer. Donald tries to erase it, however he erases everything and suddenly the printer starts to worsen. Many copies of one report came out of the printer, and Donald tried to pick up all that paper, but to no avail. He manages to get his hand out of the scanner, but again everything goes wrong. The computer goes crazy, the printer keeps printing what it doesn't need, and Donald buys papers everywhere. And so until those machines exploded and at that time the fires began to spread in that room. Luckily, Donald finds a fire extinguisher and extinguishes the fire, but by the time the fire is extinguished it was too late. Most of the documents were burned, but luckily the computer was left whole. Somehow, the computer itself turned off and on again. Donald sat on the floor and when he saw the whole mess and the rest of the documents left over, he got sad and started crying, "Why?! Why does everything have to go wrong every day? Why do these things have to happen to me?! Why? Why? every accident must fall on me, why? Am I damned?! ", and so Donald hooks up with his unfortunate fate not believing that he will get out in the end because of this mess. He was afraid of the worst, not to get fired. He'd been fired before, but if he got it again, he worried he'd have a hard time finding a job next time. He thought that he would not deal with the crime later, like his nephews, and that they would all end up in prison. When he thought about things, he wept again and said, "Poor me! Buhuhuhuhuh..." He shed a lot of tears. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door and Donald says he's busy and can't go in and he cried again and shed tears, however this unknown guest came into the room and stood behind Donald and suddenly raised Donald to get up.
"Don't cry, my cousin. Unhappy things happen to everyone. If I need you I can help you."
At that moment, Donald stopped crying and shed tears and turned to face unknown and when he saw the video he hugged him and then asked him:
"What are you doing here?! Don't you know that it is forbidden for the unemployed to enter this building then into this room?!"
That unknown guest was none other than Donald's cousin, Fethry Duck, who was wearing a hoodie sweater and certainly a little red with a slightly yellowish color and matching his cousin Donald:
"I don't know. I kind of went in when no one else was looking. Uh, this room is really clean."
"There was a fire here that took more than half the documents, so it looks like there's nothing." - replies Donald dissatisfied.
"Well, look what I found on this computer. It says that all the documents have been scanned and stored in the archive. What archive?!", Fethry asked curiously.
"Probably on this computer, there are files for such things," Donald replies, but suddenly he pauses and asks Fethry, "What did you say?!"
"I said I saw that it says that all the documents are stored in the archive, probably as you say on this computer," said Fethry, and suddenly Donald pushed him, "Sorry cousin, but I have to look at that. See, really, all the documents are stored in Donald. ”Donald responds abruptly and notices that all the scanned reports and documents have ended up in Recycle Bin, a program that is deleted but not permanently and where deleted files are stored.
"Look really. Well, how stupid I was, I thought everything was deleted and everything had fallen into oblivion. Now, I'll put all the documents back and put them in the proper program," Donald said, smiling a little and grasping for head that he thought he was going to experience the worst. And do so and then hug Fethry and kiss him on the cheek.
“Thank you Fethry! I don't know what I would do without you.
"You don't have to thank me and can you please let me go," Fethry asked. Donald let him go and then told Fethry, "You're welcome. And to be honest I'm not very smart, certainly not with this technology. But I wonder how you know about this stuff? I know you're not very skilled in technology."
"Hehehehe ... Years of experience have taught me that, and one person has taught me that too, so I have no problem with such things unless something goes wrong like in this case."
“Great, but who is this person?” Fethry asked him.
"Um ... that's not a person, it's ..." Donald replies and answers halfway, realizing that he must not reveal his mentor, called One (Uno), who was a computer duck. Otherwise, this One helped him with this scan of documents, since he has the power to enter the world of computers, since he himself is part of a programmed computer, except that Donald did not know that One helped him. After a moment, Donald continues, "It is already someone whose identity is so secret that he must not be revealed or be damned to anyone who knows the secret."
Fethry got scared and said, "God forbid! Then it better be your secret Hmm ... otherwise is there any help with this business or is it?"
"No, this is all the work I've done. We can go home now," Donald replies.
"Great, can I keep your boys safe ?!"
"No, you can't, Fethry," Donald replies angrily, but again this says, "Don't worry, we're going to have some coffee or tea now, if you like?"
“Yes!” Fethry says cheerfully, and then the two of them head for the door and suddenly meet Daisy Duck.
"Daisy ?! What are you doing here ?!" Donald asked awkwardly.
"Hi Donald. Good luck finding you after I have to tell you I got a message from Everett about a new job."
"What kind of work ?! We already have a job. Don't they move us ?!" Donald asked awkwardly.
"Oh, Donald, don't be funny," Daisy smiles, "It's not what you think. We have two jobs at St Canard where we need to interview and record an important person and not just him, but some other personalities as well."
"What kind of personalities and what are we going to do at St Canard?! Can't you see I'm busy?"
"I see, half this room is strewn with ash, right?" Daisy asked awkwardly.
"Yes, but all the documents are stored on your computer." Donald shyly replies.
"All right then," Daisy smiles, "My Donald. All in all, we have to leave today and this afternoon."
"This afternoon?! Wait, we have time for that."
"Unfortunately, Donald doesn't have time. It's 12 o'clock."
"Noon?! Then, Fethry, nothing else, I'll honor you the second time, I have to take an important trip with Daisy."-Donald said nervously, grabbing Daisy from her arms and running toward the elevator.
Fethry replies, "Ah, well then. It will be another time and I wish you a happy journey and say hello to Huey, Dewey and Louie from me." Fethry, all happy, went to the elevator, waiting for the queue to come in afterwards, and to get out and go to the door of that building and go joyfully to Fethry through downtown.
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I really like my job, but I also have chronic back pain and social anxiety (what's relevant is how much I hate people seeing me cry or appearing weak at all). Last week I had to go home, so I could take my meds, because my back hurt so badly. And to make matters worse, I was sobbing as I walked through the whole plant and people saw me crying and it was so embarrassing. And yesterday my lead worker asked about my back and I started crying again so she sent me home, I hate that I can't talk about any of it without fighting tears the whole time. And I'm afraid of loosing my job because I keep having to go home even if I use fmla. I think I need to see my doctor about getting another medication that I can take and still work/drive. But I'm worried about how my back is going to affect my ability to work all my life (because it only 21).
