I dare anyone to work on a checkout. We get pushed around, abused, and for what? We don't have plastic bags, so we are (excuse the foul language) c**ts. We don't hear a name properly, so the customer repeats and raises and raises their voices while they repeat the same five letters that sound very … Continue reading I dare you.
To tell you the truth, I am struggling with my assignment. A 400 word essay on how media influences our food choices by choosing one source of media. I am not influenced by the media. Yes, I watch movies and T.V (occasionally), but it never affects me when a greasy chicken wing or deep fried … Continue reading Am I influenced by Media?
It didn't start as I had imagined. A small ship sailing on the vast ocean. A large ship passing them. I thought one of the children was a small Aladdin, but I was wrong. Will Smith starts talking and sharing a tale as old as... Wait, that's the wrong Disney movie. He starts telling a … Continue reading You Ain’t Never Had A Friend Like Me!
In a world of bright lights, loud noises, and smelly farts it's hard for someone with Aspergers to process everything around them. I am sitting in my living room ducking and weaving, moving and cursing because the sun is so bright that it hurts. I am wearing sunglasses in my own house. I have stopped … Continue reading I am Aspergers.
A haunted hotel room, 60 minutes to escape. It was a rush going into the escape room and knowing that if you hadn't escaped in 60 minutes you failed the challenge. we were told that we had three hints if we needed them and everyone put their belongings into a black container. No phones were … Continue reading Escape!
It's late in the evening, 12.00 to be exact. I had an interesting day at work today. On the day after an Anti Bullying campaign, a colleague told me he was on watch after an employee complained he took long lunches. There was no evidence to prove that. On the day after an Anti Bullying … Continue reading Troll
Steak is sizzling in the pan. As the smell wafts over I remember how lucky I am to be me. Who am I? Name: Jessica. Age: Old enough. Location: Shhh... It's a secret. Here is the short story of the author that is writing this blog. I was born an interesting child. I screamed my … Continue reading Me.