Kitties & Titties
Gaysian from Florida. Designer + Illustrator. I like cats, pugs & being a big ole homo.
Like holy cow, there was this super hot chick with short blonde hair (Miley Cyrus-esque but Miley cannot compete) that came into my checkout line and I rang up all her Asiany shit. I noticed a theme of ramune, hi chew and everything that screamed Asian fetish and she asks me if I’m Korean. I say no, inform her that I’m mixed Vietnamese/Chinese and she goes “Vietnamese! Your name almost sounded Korean, I got that wrong!” and I should have been like “I can be what you want me to be BB <3<3<3”
First time in about 48 hours I haven’t felt rushed to be somewhere. I’m at the point of tired where I really don’t care if either job gets mad about clashing schedules and my telling them I can’t make it at certain hours. I’m always generous with my time and it’s hard for me to say no when I’m asked to be somewhere, but it starts to get ridiculous when one place expects 37hrs/wk and the other 48hrs/wk graveyard. That’s less hours of downtime than there is clocked in work time and doesn’t account for travel. When I tell management I can’t make it and please cut my hours, they should just take me seriously.
I have a history of giving good passive advice that no one follows, so passive that I can’t even say “I told you so” because no one took me seriously in the first place. If they do take my advice, someone would think they came up with the idea and take credit but I don’t usually mind so long as things get done the way I suggested.
It’s only begun and I’m already complaining.