m & m store

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.
Not a customer, but a coworker

(Sorry that posted early)

My GM hired a new girl (we’ll call her T) to be her new manager, but I don’t like T because she is so fake.

I’m talking to a coworker (we’ll call him N) while we are both on break, it’s Halloween night and our GM allowed us to dress up. I’m a cosplayer, and N is asking where I bought the moving cat ears and moving tail, I’m wearing. I’m telling him they’re from a Japanese store. He then asks me why I have so many items from Japan if I’m part Korean. T overhears us and then yells out “Don’t believe her, she’s a liar! She’s not Asian!,” in front of customers. So I tell N we should go talk in the back instead.
N then asks to see my new tattoo, so I show him a picture on my phone. T walks by and looks over and says “Tattoos are forbidden in this company,” while she proudly shows off the one on her forearm… Mine is hidden under my shirt…

Later on T gets mad at me for joking around with my manager (U), who is my best friend. I’m playing games on U’s phone while I’m waiting to start my shift. U asks me to text someone on her phone so I do, T is upset because “You shouldn’t have a personal relationship with your coworkers,” while she texts the GM likes they’re related…
U then finishes her shift and hands me some money to buy her something from a store I’m going to later that day. T is somehow offended by this and tells our GM. Nothing is done though because everyone at work knows me and U are best friends, T is told to ignore it.

T then later tries yelling at me about messing up an order, when she’s the one who grabbed the wrong bags and handed them out. I point out I do not leave the kitchen and I can not be at fault for it.
T then tries telling me I’m doing Kitchen wrong, when I have been doing kitchen for 2 years now… She also tells me not to clean until certain times, when again I’ve been a Closing Person for a year… I know how to do my job, I’ve done it long enough.

We have many regular customers who we know by name and talk to. One of them comes in and since it is slow I’m talking to him. He’s telling me about how his date went and showing me pictures. T acts like she knows the guy and asks if the girl was cute… The customer is a homosexual male, he proudly tells everyone. T just gets upset because she thought she knew him more than I do.

Tl;dr; My new coworker/manager-in-training is annoying and thinks I’m a horrible employee, but acts like a ray of sunshine to customers.

I just had someone tell me to quit whining about clothing sizes and that I’m just too fat for those clothes.

Bitch did I ask? Excuse me but my size 22 ass ain’t gonna shut up until I can shop freely for clothes.

I don’t want specialty stores. I’m not special, I’m just trying to not be nude. I wanna go into target and buy that cute cat shirt in my size. I wanna go shopping with a skinny friend and we both can buy from the same store. I want every store in the mall to be an option, not just 2. I don’t want to special order only to find their measurements were wrong.

I want to be treated the same way you treat someone who wears a size 2. Give me some fucking cute clothes.

Here she is! This sweet treat is “Alveare”, which means Beehive in Italian. She’s my contribution to @mmoderngallery’s @hifructosemag Crime On Canvas art exhibition in The Western Hotel Life Is Beautiful Music Festival So many beautiful and amazing artworks are on display there this weekend, if you’re rocking out in Las Vegas don’t miss this amazing showing!

is it okay to smell every single candle when you’re in the candle section of a store? i’m asking for a friend. i’m kidding. i’m not asking for a friend. i was asking for me. and i actually don’t care if it’s okay. i’m going to do it anyway