FFFFFFFFFFF today was one of those days at work where my brain was just being a total durhurrduuuurrr. Literally we had JUST gone over remembering all the pet parents’ brought items and the dog’s collar in a huddle and what do I do? I go to get a dog and bring him out in a slip lead like I’m in play time mode and the owner goes, “Oh, he has a collar” and I just about died and was like, “I’m sosososososo sorry, I’ll go get that for you right away! Oh my gosh.”
She was really cool about it, but my manager and coworkers were right there and glanced over and I just PBBBBTTTTT for real? We just huddled about this why am I such an idiot? Can I do nothing right? //dying
I love my job but I’m such a doof sometimes! ; n ; I hope my manager can forgive me. Ugh.
Orientation was today and as expected we had to do some icebreakers with random folks in other departments. One kind of made me queasy—we were asked to share with the person next to us something that was unique, special, and awesome about us. I mean, everyone has a dream. But when I think about mine deeply it sounds generic.
Then of course there were people who said they hiked on a volcano or can do like a double triple backflippy thingy without a trampoline, or who have been all over Europe, or won some prestigious award that changed their lives forever…
And then there’s me, feeling like Emmett in the Lego Movie. The guy next to me asked me what was special about me and I legit just blanked and said something stupid—it’s like, after hearing all those awesome things people have already done with their lives what IS special about me anyway?
I dunno it just made me feel like a blob camouflaged in the greyscale. Like I’m going to disappear in a crowd because I haven’t done anything remarkable with my life except sit in front of a computer and try to convince myself I write good.
Two beautiful sweet Great Danes at work today and a chihuahua who loves me so much he always wants cuddles and won’t leave me alone (but he is afraid of everyone else) and 12 other adorable dogs all at once who swarm me in a puppy puddle of kisses and desired rubs whenever I crouch down
Hello, I am writing because I'm facing a most dreadful problem - my house is entirely devoid of ghosts! I am completely at a loss as to what to do in this situation. Is there any advice you could provide?
First of all, introduce yourself. Write your name on a piece of paper, light a candle, and burn said. Greet your home whenever you enter, you never know who will be listening.
The loudest ghost stories involve objects moving and sensations and sounds and all manner of things. Lovely, but most certainly not the complete story.
The quietest ghost stories are never told.
Stories of found keys, or suddenly remembered appointments, or food tasting better than it ought. Of cool breezes, feeling especially pleasant, on too hot days. Of warm drinks, especially comforting, on too cold days.
Smile in the mirror when you pass it.
The quietest ghost stories involve milk remaining proper a day or two longer the “best by” date, of fruit being a bit sweeter, of rain drops making a particularly pleasant cadence against the windows.
Knock gently upon the walls as you walk from one room to another. Not always, but sometimes, when you need a hug and an affectionate touch.
The quietest ghost stories are suddenly remembering a line from your favorite book, or a quote from your favorite movie. Sneezes going unsneezed, phones charging a bit faster, a bed feeling particularly comfortable as if unseen hands tightened up the sheets and fluffed the pillows.
Calm your fears of living in an unhaunted home and quietly appreciate the range of flavors the eldritch world presents. Your surprises will be pleasant.
Okay this is my second time watching Silent Hill (2006) and I still don’t quite understand how people get there or what everything they encounter is supposed to symbolize? Like what is the general premise for people to wind up there? Are they suppose to have some lifetime revelation?
Also I don’t understand the story about the young girl all the way—like how she was targeted by the cultists or why. And finally, the end? I don’t…I watched the end and I didn’t get what happened…did they never escape silent hill?
All the time it seemed like the main character (the mom) was just walking around in a strange world that was going through these occurrences which didn’t really have anything to do with her or her situation in her life prior?
Can anyone explain these things to me? (If you’re a Silent Hill fan I’m sure you’ve riddled it all out but I’ve only watched the movie and while I enjoyed it I’m still just…wondering…)
!! I finally found halters that fit my rats !! And I could get them both in them, even my skittish one! YYYAAAAAAAYYY little rattie walks! Mocha is a little timid of the open floor still but she’s warming up to it, bless her little heart. And LouLou went out on the grass with me today and hopped around and looked like she was having the best time of her life!