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Originally Posted by ladyislingering
12:50pm: Leave for work, pull out of parking lot of apartment building; there's a car laying on its side, fire engine and police officers beside it, directing traffic.
1:05pm: Panic mode engaged in full; have to pull over for a while to calm down (I am super affected by seeing stuff like that for some reason)
1:25pm: Get into work, seems like a normal day. Start calming down a little more.
3:30pm: Learn that there's been a shooting in Seattle; feel shaken.
8:45pm (15mins before our store closes): informed that there's helicopters, police dogs, police officers, etc. at the hotel next door; feel thoroughly terrified.
MY DAY HAS BEEN HORRIFYING
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**** hun. I hope you're okay. I feel really bad about the shooting.
My day was okay, just studied for a bit and picked up some kai. The house manager and I argued over a scrubbing brush. I asked him to buy a new one as the old one was in his room and had hairs, dirt and bacteria all over. He tells me I can use my hands. I say no, how am I meant to get tough food off? Then he tells me I'm being pedantic and I said "wtf, would you clean your dishes with this ****? You're the manager and you're the one that has to deal with this." I know totally first world problems but I don't want to risk getting sick over poor hygiene in the kitchen.