Sajangnim, just checked Y/N out of the recovery center. She seems out of it, but I am hopeful that with the proper care, we should be back in Korea by the end of the year or early next year at the latest. - Text from Baek Ha-joon to Bang Si-hyuk, September 2021
She won’t eat. She won’t talk. She won’t write. She won’t sing. She won’t let me play music. She just lays in bed and refuses to move. She stares at the wall — she doesn’t even cry. I don’t know what to do. - Text from Baek Ha-joon to Alton Kuang, September 2021
omg , @suntosirius,@youaremydesign! I loved your series, Boy! It’s given me the strength to draw young Will! I noticed that it’s incomplete and since im an absolute whore for the series im very excited to see where it’s going!!!! Thank you for writing such a wonderful fic.
omg look at this ART, THIS IS GORGEOUS!! Thank you so so so much TT_TT
Just had a rough meeting at work. The founder/co-owner of the company was there, in addition to my immediate supervisor, and I had not done the right things/enough. I focused on getting the demographics, which was what we had spent the most time talking about at the last meeting. I admit that I probably could have done more on that part, such as writing text and having more organized charts, but I’d backburnered this project because other people kept pushing more “urgent” things on me. I could also have actually done some work on the response rates, which is what I thought the report was supposed to be about, but that section comes after the demographics and we hadn’t focused on it in the last meeting. Plus, this was an update, not even a meeting where I was supposed to have a draft.
Welp, apparently I should have done the response rates like I originally thought. The founder talked about “you’ve shown you can manipulate the data” (which sounds like a compliment but kind of isn’t) and said that we needed more text. Then focused in on the response rates and commented that we needed those, that the report is about that. I felt so frustrated because I spent tons of time and effort on this stuff, and it felt like I had almost nothing to show for it because I was under/improperly prepared.
Of course now my jerkbrain has convinced me that my boss thinks I’m a mess and hates me now, and I’m anxious about asking him if I can take a day off a couple weeks from now because clearly that will be the last straw and he’ll think I’m a total fuckup.
And none of this is helped by the fact that I’m having some kind of evil PMS where I’m extra sensitive (even beyond normal) and am full of all the negative feels.
I want to get hurt when I get home. Hurt as punishment for not doing a better job. Hurt to pull me out of my head and away from my anxiety. Hurt to get me wet and remind me of all the good things in life.
