#work lyfe

oh and today one of my co-workers complained to me about another co-worker and it was uncomfortable because i wanna stay in my lane you know? but she was like “don’t you see how she isn’t answering her phone?” And i’m like.... 🤐 staying out of it!!!

Send me those good vibes today, boys. I've got a job interview this afternoon <3

One of the more amusing side effects of this pregnancy has actually been a social one. There's a girl at work that is an Uber Feminist. Like I mean she lives and breathes that shit. It's her life. Except that she has this profound hatred of women, I swear. If she likes you, you're good in her eyes. If she doesn't, for whatever reason, you're scum. She has actively gotten other girls fired because she hates them or feels like they're encroaching on her territory because this is Her Bar. Only girls. She's totally cool with one of the bartenders that is a sexual predator, but whatever. She hates me. To this day I have no idea what I did. It's been a year. I always tip out appropriately and will remember days later to give her money if I forgot that night. I thank her for the drinks she makes, even if she always underpours mine. I have complimented her on her looks, her article writing, what have you -- just tried to engage and/or be pleasant and civil no matter what. And she fucking hates me. She also hates children and pregnancy so she really doesn't like me now. Only problem? She can't be a bitch to me anymore. Because I'm pregnant. If anyone sees her being mean to me, they'll call her out and she knows it. She'll look like an asshole. I'm by no means popular, as I tend to stick to myself. But it's not like she can go out of her way to get the pregnant girl fired just because she doesn’t like me. So she's been more civil to me since I told everyone. And it's fucking hilarious because I can literally see her grinding her teeth about it and I'm just the same, bland, pleasant girl as always.