Have you ever had one of those nights where dreamed you were going through the motions of the day, and then woke up and had to do it all over again?
I had to live through a nightmare of a full shift, climbing into bed, and then boom, the alarm goes off and I realize it was all fake. Just my brain making me do more work.
On a more positive note, some pretty cool stuff happened yesterday!
My husband wants to get back into streaming again. He says that me actually sticking to a schedule (haha, jokes on him) and actually writing ( about something anything at all) is making him feel motivated to stick with something he has wanted to do.
I am going to take all the credit for his desire to do this. I feel like preening for a bit.
After much begging and pleading, one of my friends might actually stop texting me ideas for short stories in the middle of the night and just put them out on the internet instead! I won’t be woken up while I’m dead asleep and I’ll be able to go back to them later and actually write something that I don’t have to think up.
Fingers crossed it keeps the brain slugs at bay.
One of my other friends has decided to be a bad ass bitch and talk to her human resources department about her boss being a jackass to her!
She, like me, suffers from being frozen into inaction by bosses doing things like:
- telling her to change her clothing when it is already work appropriate.
- actively talking to other employees about replacing her, and then being offended when said employees say there is nothing wrong with her.
- calling her a bitch and hanging up on her.
Okay, that last one happened to me, not her. I have successfully had a string of bosses who are….eccentric to say the least. A story for another time though.
There’s more things that have happened to her, too many things, and she’s finally talking to someone about it! I am super proud of her, because it takes so much energy to do something like that.
To actually talk yourself up into getting yourself out of a situation like that, instead of just letting it lie? Damn. You are an absolute bad ass.
I was told a hilarious story that for legal reasons I cannot discuss. Just close your eyes for a moment and envision the worst case of schadenfreude a person could possibly have. Then laugh about it. It’s probably a close equivalent.
I was offered fireworks, but declined for Adult reasons. The person who offered to purchase them for me is 20 years older than me, but usually manages to convince me to do things like, buy fireworks, or make them drinks when they can’t hold their liquor. She once googled two girls one cup because someone else mentioned it and I told her specifically not to. Needless to say, she was not amused. After discussing being an Adult and not shooting off fireworks, we talked about video games for an hour or so.
Adulting.
Minutiae of the Moment 