I am going to be a homeowner.

It's been VERY weird only having one pet. It's all balanced out now.

He's still nameless.

He's FIV+, has a wonky eye, two cracked teeth, chirps like a bird, and purrs like someone's idea of a purr. He's fucking perfect.

My cats are getting along after a month of being around one another. There's mutual grooming and as of yesterday - laying in a cuddle puddle of cat.

Brahms is the void with the clipped ear.

Sagan is the slightly miffed blue fellow for interrupting the moment for wordless aww-ing and picture-taking.

A decent ending for a not-always decent guy.

Good death, would do it again. Definitely.

Considering the beautiful blaze of a dumpster fire that life was this week - the RP has been grand.

I survived this semester.

Turning something that happens in game that could be taken negatively as an positively amazing plot opportunity that starts to build itself.

Various peeves have turned me into a grump.

I just want to scream in a forest somewhere. Then, take a nap.

Playing someone largely clueless and mildly skeptical makes me weirdly happy today.

Three years with this company. No true promotions -- only lateral moves. Biding time until I start to notice money-saving measures in terms of staff and space. So, I think, time to start searching. Two weeks later. Potential face to face interview this week with new company with a less intense work culture. Also, would be working with strangers -- not my friends. Because I'm starting to resent them. Away from social media and real estate agents. Because it's tiring. I hope I get it.

Edit: Didn't. I sort of turned into a human version of Kermit the Frog when I realized it was going to be four people interviewing me all at once.

So it goes.

Three years with this company. No true promotions -- only lateral moves. Biding time until I start to notice money-saving measures in terms of staff and space. So, I think, time to start searching. Two weeks later. Potential face to face interview this week with new company with a less intense work culture. Also, would be working with strangers -- not my friends. Because I'm starting to resent them. Away from social media and real estate agents. Because it's tiring. I hope I get it.

Edit: Didn't. I sort of turned into a human version of Kermit the Frog when I realized it was going to be four people interviewing me all at once.

So it goes.

short list of fuck:

• the word redundant in all of its redundant meetings and meanings.
• cancer.
• rude people.

@greenflashlight

too old and tired to panic

sounds about right.

it's super weird, in the shadow of turning a certain age, that I thought I would have my shit totally figured out -- but, nope, at 42 here I am sitting and and going -- that's right, the gender binary is bullshit and you should get a binder because why the fuck not.

@alamias oh fuck no.

Lemonades. From the freezer.
Thin Mints. Same place.

Work has been so hard this week that I've cried.

Last time I had a good cry, it was with my head in the freezer, because it reminded me of being in a walk-in. ANYWAY.

Sales sold, marketing knew, and they released the fucking kraken on the completely unaware support side -- oh, wait. The director knew. But because they're the hands-off and not the old director who everyone thought was 🤬 for micro-managing. At the same time, they are reorganizing the processes for the team so that there can be MORE CALLS and this means all of their busy work slides down the slope. OH JOY. Yes, give me your tedium and you're going to be SO SURPRISED when my productivity plummets. Then, asking for help is as good as talking to a brick wall -- because that wall is just as pitted with impact scars, cracked, and overwhelmed as you are. There's a middle ground there, folks, and that's what I need. It's felt like drowning, and because all of these services are tied into social media -- the idea of mucking around in ANY OF IT outside of work has started to make me feel ill and uneasy. (As a side effect, the got more quiet and would prefer to be withdrawn and in power-saving mode.)

At this point I've applied to more restaurants than I ever did when I was in culinary school -- in an effort to just be back in an industry where clear and concise communication is necessity.

Three years ago, my cat was mostly charcoal. Surprise! He's a tabby.