JackKingOff
Massage Therapist
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- Jun 16, 2023
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I think I meed a therapist… my head is a mess, and it is not appropriate to talk about my life at work.
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And now the mind is wondering...I probably shouldn't have done that.
If it can’t be both… so hard to decide! Front!Front or back???? I need to know, for science!
The answer ended up being bothIf it can’t be both… so hard to decide! Front!
There's just no accounting for some people...Why does accounting think they need to be in every departments business? Just stop please and stay in your lane.
You won't find operations butting into everyone else's business.Why does accounting think they need to be in every departments business? Just stop please and stay in your lane.
I find this to be very true.You won't find operations butting into everyone else's business.
However, HR never seems to be there when you need them.I find this to be very true.
Uhhh I take issue with that statement. I am allowed to leave my desk on occasion.However, HR never seems to be there when you need them.
Uhhh I take issue with that statement. I am allowed to leave my desk on occasion.
Oh and just saying if you more attention from me…. just have to ask politely. As compared to yelling Office Lady or H and R while I’m walking to the bathroom.
Pretty Please...Oh and just saying if you more attention from me…. just have to ask politely. As compared to yelling Office Lady or H and R while I’m walking to the bathroom.
Be careful: you might want to read the policy in the book of instructions that come with me. Also, there may or not be a not returnable clause.Pretty Please...
It’s heavy in my head today.
Grief is odd. Most of the time, it’s light. I can carry it without too much effort. Death is a part of life, and nothing lasts forever. I always show that I care, that I love, as much as I can to those that matter. Loss is about me, not the one I lost. Not really.
But sometimes, grief just hits like a 40 foot breaker and I’m driven under, and I struggle to hold myself up.
I miss you, Nebbles. It wasn’t fair, what happened to you, but you’re such a light to me, even now. Thank you for being you, and loving me, loving all of us, the way only you could.
I miss you
Today, grief is heavy.