Quitting my job, soap micelles, and bubble.chef

Finally quit my job at [the most major corporate grocery chain in America]. Constant bullying to my face and behind my back, double and stricter standards on me than others, favoritism and letting certain employees just clock in and hang out and not work because "you're here so what's the problem?" Being told to my face by my manager "why does it matter if I lie to you (about the fact that she will let others do things while explicitely saying she's not letting anyone do that)". This on top of the fact that the job was just straight up incompatible with my autism anyways. The type of job I was doing was... basically, imagine if you had to do the job of an Amazon fulfillment worker (going as fast as possible to go grab the product you need, wrap it, then stage it in it's proper space for the next step, in order to meet quota) in the middle of a busy ass live grocery store. I am NOT built for trying to bum rush through a crowd of shopping people screaming "excuse me!" while still somehow maintaining a friendly, customer service-orientated facade, WHILE maintaining a strict quota, WHILE going behind and doing everyy other job in the store (rezoning products in the wrong area, stocking products that are out, helping customers with things that frankly a manager should be handling.) The store was not run by proper rules but rather you do what the most popular person in vicinity to you says you're going to do (regardless of if they're a manager or not). If my manager is there but the store owners aren't, then I'm supposed to be breaking every rule in a way the cameras can't see (impossible, I always got spoken to for this). If my manager is there but she's busy having a conversation about lunch with another manager, then I'm supposed to know that K_____ or S____ are my boss even tho they're just regular workers who also happen to be my biggest ops in the department (because I always snitch on them when they eggregiously shun work and leave everyone else with everything). If no managers are there then I'm supposed to be the manager (without being asked, I will just get in trouble for not doing managerial things like assigning lunches or keeping an eye on the whole department's quota and reacting accordingly... even tho, again, she has favorites that she treats as minimanagers anyways). This job was just entirely too much for me. It was breaking down my body and my mind, and effecting my relationships and my ability to live outside of work.

Even though I do not deserve it, I have an absolute angel as a partner. Though it will be tight, after some discussion, we decided that I can quit and take a little break. I wanted to have another job lined up, and I also wanted this conversation to take a little longer and have a bit more deliberation, but I guess fate had other plans. I wound up calling out on the day before Easter, because I forgot that it was Easter, and got double points for it. So we said fuck it man... I'm not about to go beg for mercy for a job that is tearing me apart on the mollecular level. For now he is taking care of me, and I hope this period of rest will bring back at least some of my spark for life. Anhedonia and avolition are a hell of a thing to deal with. Cause what do you mean I "don't have the energy" to play a video game or make a simple little website? That's the kind of pain I'm hoping will be relieved by this break. They say the best way to fight severe burnout is to reduce stress and demands... here's hoping that actually works.

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But you probably don't give much of a rat's ass about this weirdo's fight with employment while disabled x3 let's talk about something a little more fun!

*comedic noise that indicates you are not about to witness "fun", but instead "autism"*

You know what really grinds my gears? Fuckin.. 90% of alternative beauty and health products, and especially their marketing. One thing in particular is soap. I've seen a lot of odd claims that soap that produces suds is in some way "fake", that the suds are only there as a marketing tactic and they don't actually do anything (in fact, they almost irreversibly damage your hair and skin! Thankfully, they have the one special product that reverses that damage!). And every time I see this claim my mind is just blown at the blatant predation upon ignorance.

So, let's talk about soap micelles. A micelle is a particle made up of a hydrophilic shell and a hydrophobic interior. With soap, that's obviously produced with lye and some other shit idk. Ash or smn. That's not important. What's important is that micelles are the mechanical function of soap. When a soap particle collides with a wet (important!) disturbance, such as dirt or grease, the disturbance breaks apart the micelle and is trapped within it's hydrophobic core (and the water functions to suck the disturbance into the hydrophilic shell, encouraging the breakage). This produces - you may have guessed - a soap bubble! So, naturally, soap which produces *more* suds (up to a point) can be assumed to be breaking down *more* dirt and grease, whereas a soap which produces no bubbles... Isn't soap. It's at best a disinfectent, but probably isn't that either. It'll only function to remove dirt as much as washing with just water.