a new persona molded by flame
an exoskeleton made out of shame
but underneath it’s all still the same
i am to blame i am to blame
>mfw az itt lakóknak azt jelenti a szelektív gyűjtés, hogy külön zsákba rakják a műanyagot/papírt/üveget, aztán mindet bebasszák a kommunális tartóba.
the worst part about this job is staring at the camera feeds and expecting a motherfucking ghost to pop up any second.
i watched way too much supnat for this shit.
i think i’m the most awkward nightly receptionist you could ever meet.
i haven’t managed to fully pronounce, articulate, and loudly say a hearty “good evening!” yet. it’s mostly “hello”s and friendly grumbles coupled with a nodding motion of my head. some people seem to appreciate it and reciprocate this gesture.
i force myself to smile and make eye contact each time someone walks through in front of the counter, doesn’t matter if it’s the same person three times in a row.
i wonder if i come off as friendly or strange.