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sadpancakesworld · 6 months
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Wow the whole day at work and no one noticed 😉🐰
(We were short staffed and it felt like I was getting fucked mentally,physically,and emotionally)😞
But that is food service lol
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Bad Day at Work (Echo x GN!Reader)
Summary
Thank you @questforgalas for your post „The Bad Batch - Who Says „I Love You“ First“. It did not only make a bad day at work bearable but also gave me the idea to write this quick SFW fanfic about a love confession to Echo to save what‘s left to be saved from this messed-up day.
You own a tiny shop in the middle of a small town on an insignificant planet in the outer rim. Ever since you were asked to perform some repairs on the Marauder and met Echo you have become friends and whenever he was nearby you met in a bar for drinks. Like today. And today you so needed this. You needed him. His soft and gentle nature. His caring attitude. He was the most attentive listener and always knew the right thing to say. It was all you needed. Because today had been a disaster.
After recently one of your mechanics got injured falling down a ladder and a water pipe had broken and damaged a part of your shop, today one of your employees quit. Not just any employer. A foreman. Irreplaceable with his knowledge and his skills. And you were short on personnel anyway. You had given him everything. Extra days off, training, all the tools he ever requested. “It´s not about you and your shop”, he had said. “I like working here. But my heart was always with the speeder bikes. And I can´t do it here. So I need to leave. You did everything right. I just don´t want to spend the rest of my life wondering if I missed out on this chance.”
Well congratulations to me for doing everything right and losing him anyway, you think bitterly.
You wondered how many more would quit when they learned that he would leave. And where you could get a replacement. Someone skilled who would work for the shitty pay you could offer with your pathetically small shop.
So you needed your dose of Echo.
In fact it was a lie that you had become friends. At least for you. You had become more. He never left your mind when he was gone and you cherished the evenings you spend with him in an almost unhealthy way. How many times have you thought about telling him how you feel. But then you didn´t. What if he didn´t feel the same. What if things became awkward afterwards. What if you destroyed your friendship. Your precious Echo-time. You couldn´t lose that. So you decided to secretly long for him and tried to be happy with things as they were.
Echo already sits on the bar, waiting for you, two gin tonics in front of him. He gets up and hugs you when you enter the bar. You soak in his unique scent. You can smell the machine and the man in him and the mixture is...unique. Exquisit. Intoxicating. Takes your breath away. Reluctantly you let go of him, trying not to show him how much you savored the hug. Trying not to give your feelings away. How much more it is for you than it probably is for him.
You are surprised to see that he is wearing a t-shirt. This is a first. You couldn´t help but look at his lean, defined muscles and the veins popping out. It almost made you forget about this day from hell...almost.
„So how was your day?“ he asks.
You sigh. And dump the day on him. He listens to every word you say and looks at you with his big brown eyes that bear a touch of gold. You could always lose yourself in them. Look at them for hours. He had probably been on a deployment that hadn´t gone well either. Much worse probably. But he would never dump it on you. Even if you asked. You can see the bruises on his arm and a fresh scratch on his forehead. In a way it looks...cute. But it is also a reminder that this soft and gentle man in fact is an elite soldier. A precise, fierce trooper with excellent military skills. It was easy to forget this side when you were limited to see him only during his downtime. But you loved to dream about his deployments and how he saved the day.
„That surely was a rough day.“ he says with the low, soothing voice of his.
Yes it was. And your dose of Echo feels good, but you suddenly realize it isn´t enough anymore. Not today. Right now, you don´t want to think about the future. And the consequences of your actions. All you need is this man. But not as a friend.
You sigh and hesitate. Then you decide to say it. „Have you ever had a day that was such a disaster that you felt...that you felt you could do something daring, something you never had the courage to do, because you feel like if things go south it can´t get that much worse than it already is but if it´s a success it may save the day, so there´s not much to lose but so much to gain.” you ask.
Echo takes a sip from his gin tonic and nods slowly.
“What are you up to?”
You look at him. Somehow you feel you made a decision before you consciously made it. You know you don´t want to bail this time. You tense up. Feel the lump in your throat. Feel your breath go faster as you realize you´re about to tell him. Hate the risk. Try to tell yourself that at least it´s just one single day that´s a disaster.
Maybe it is the dim light at the bar that makes Echo who is always so sensitive and emphatic miss your body language. Or does he suspect something and tries to stall?
He points at the Karaoke stage. “Let me guess, today you want to finally get on the stage.”
You scoff. “No.” The “No” was just short enough to hide the lump in your throat.
“Wanna start a bar fight?”
“No, Echo...” you can´t hide your trembling voice any longer.
Echo´s face gets serious. “What is it?”
You grind your teeth. Feel your eyes tear up. You don´t know why; there´s not reason to tear up. You haven´t said anything - yet. He could have feelings for you after all. But you don´t want to keep your hopes high. Because he also couldn´t. You know it is foolish to believe it would make you hurt less if you tried to prepare for a no.
And what if you told him and he felt obligated to go along with it because he doesn´t want to hurt you? It would be so typical for him. Always there for others. Always caring. Dutiful soldier. Even to his friends.
And what if he wouldn´t say anything at all?
And what if you can´t finish your sentence because your throat feels so tight you might not squeeze out a single word.
And what if you ruin your friendship.
Never see each other again.
Never get Echo-time again. Because he wouldn‘t know how to handle the situation. And you wouldn´t know either.
You look away. Try to calm your breath but it´s pointless. You know you made this decision, you just have to force the words out of your tightened throat.
“Echo...” you press your lips together “I´ve fallen in love with you.”
Echo looks at you. Stares actually. You see his hand shiver as it holds the glass with the gin tonic that´s still on the counter. You can see him breath heavily. But he doesn´t say a word. Just looks at you. For an eternity.
Then he swallows. “I don´t think that´s a good idea.”
Your stomach cramps up. Your world crumbles down. You messed it up. Your friendship. Your regular dose of Echo. Just because today was a messed-up day. And you thought it couldn´t get any worse. You wish you could push the rewind-button and make a different choice. Maybe chose the Karaoke stage.
Now it is all about damage control. Your breath trembles as you sigh. “It´s OK. You don´t have to feel the same.” You close your eyes and wish you could just disappear. Just get some distraction to get out of this situation. Where´s the Pyke syndicate when you need it?
Echo swallows again. “That´s not it.” He takes a sip from the gin tonic. Takes his time. His hand is still trembling. Maybe even more than before. He looks at you and bites his lip. “It´s just that...I enjoyed spending time with you.”
You realize he is using the past tense. It kills you. You feel your friendship going down the drain.
“I enjoyed talking to you. Listening to your stories. To learn about your life. Without...without...” he scratches his neck. “It is easier to long for you from afar. To think about you and me together without actually bringing it to the real world. To dream of you loving me back...I mean that´s just me being selfish. That´s just me being more of a man in my head than I actually am. Being...unburdened.” He swallows again and hesitates. “So I wish you hadn´t said anything. I liked things the way they were before. Because you have no idea what you´re getting into.”
You feel your eyes tearing up. The dim light hides it but you think you see his eyes tearing up too. You both look at each other. For an eternity.
You know you aren´t good at those things but you don´t want to lose this one chance you worked up on this disastrous day because you did it half-heartedly. So you just risk it. Say it.
“You mean your PTSD...your night terrors...your injuries...” You find the courage to look at his crotch”...all of them?”
Suddenly the glass shatters in Echo´s hand and you wince. The other people in the bar look over shortly and then go back to normal. Almost by a miracle Echo´s hand is unharmed.
“Sorry...” you say full of remorse and take a deep breath to let it out as a sigh again. “This was me letting you know I have no illusions whatsoever about what I´m getting into.”
Echo grimly looks at you with a hint of regret in his face. “Well at least it will be hard for me to disappoint you.”
You gently touch his face with your hand, feel his cold, soft skin against your palm and brush his cheek with your thumb.
“You are more of a man than anyone I know.” you whisper and kiss his sweet lips. He is tense, distracted, you can almost feel the thousand thoughts in his mind. But eventually he eases into the kiss and lets go.
Somewhere in the background you hear the waitress talk to the bartender. “Well it was about time that happened.”
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cityzenchick · 5 months
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Not having a very good day at work today (everything going wrong) so I could really do with a Haaland hug myself 😪
Hopefully Jack wouldn't mind if I snuck into this hug instead of him?
Trouble is I wouldn't want to let go 🤭
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nitr09-productions · 2 months
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I'm as fuck the government as anyone, but it is fuck the government and not fuck the 23-year-old low-level employee with a heart condition who has zero power to do anything but will have a panic attack if you yell at them enough.
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deathsprofit · 9 months
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I quit being on this planet!!!!
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I can’t stand my coworker. He fights me on literally everything for no god damn reason.
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honeyed-lemonade · 8 months
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emotional flop posting but uhhh can we go a day without hurting trans people? please? like I’m just tired and would like a rest on the sabbath at the very least
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daardyrnitta · 11 months
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I made a mistake today at work. I then proceeded to fix said mistake right away without assistance. Yet, the whole time and for the rest of the day, my only thought has been: I am horrible person who does not deserve to live. Oh, the wonders of depression…
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archnet · 7 months
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lawinteam · 2 years
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(via GIPHY) Ce qui s’est vraiment passé avec l’écran perdu.. 
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sapphicwitchbitch · 1 year
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"I hope she burns in the hell of her own making"
- I surprised myself saying this to a friend at work about a coworker we were both mad at
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Today is one of those days in which I wanna fight god.
I'm at work and I'm basically a backup position for two other managers jobs. I'm not a manager, but I do their work when they're not around.
I thought I was getting one of their positions recently, but not so. I didn't mind being backup for one person's position, but now two? It makes me feel not so important.
Like, I'm glad to have the work, but it still feels bad man.
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robotorion · 1 year
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This has really been one of the worst days I’ve had in a while wow
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fifisworld212 · 1 year
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You know the feeling
There are times in which you know the feeling when something bad is about to happen. When there’s something going around in your head and you don’t know what it is but you know its going to happen. When you have a bad day at work and your gut is telling you your going to get some bad news; then you get it and its like a slap in the face. 
I know I got bad news yesterday as I knew that it was going to go bad. I cried all night with the news I got and it was so unexpected and unfortunate and I know this news comes to everyone in their life but when your least expecting it that’s when it hits you like a ton of bricks. 
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Sometimes you just have to go hide in the bathroom
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skxrbrand · 2 years
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Going to eventually put together a power/items page for @kharrneth​ and @slaanxsh​, but my brain is kind frazzled atm
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