Oh. My advisor was giving me grief again yesterday about the time I'm spending at physical therapy taking away from time I could be spending on math. Yes, relief of pain, avoidance of future pain, and avoidance of possible future surgery does take precedence over pretty much everything else right now.

I worked with an old lady at a small grocery who refused to serve a customer with deformed arms. Every time she saw him come in she fled into the stock room. He had two tiny fingers on the one arm that ended at the elbow. That's how he used to hand me the money for his cigarettes. He was a super nice guy, too. How shitty of a person do you have to be to refuse to serve a guy with no hands. I hated my coworker.

Also also: By the end of today, I really wanted to take the entire recent cultural appropriation debate from around the internets and shove it at my officemate to get him to quit trying to speak Yiddish.

One man said that he would stop his daughter from watching the BBC children’s channel because Burnell would give his child nightmares.

It's called parenting, dickweed. This kind of shit just pisses me off. Let's just never discuss anything besides Disney films, puppies, and Happy Meals with our kids cause that other stuff is just too hard. Good God people! Disgusting.

Let's just never discuss anything besides Disney films, puppies, and Happy Meals with our kids cause that other stuff is just too hard.

Disney films will require explaining Quasimodo.

One of the other parents who complained said that seeing her on TV would make his kid ask questions. Questions! The horror!

Every time she saw him come in she fled into the stock room. He had two tiny fingers on the one arm that ended at the elbow

I have to confess to some sympathy for her. She might be trying to avoid the embarassment of acting weird to the guy's face. Granted, the properly evolved human wouldn't blink an eye, but I figure I'd be either trying too hard to pretend everything was normal or shamefully flinching.

It's not pretty, but there it is.

In other "see how Connie comes up short on the competent grownup scale" news, my annual review says I should take on more responsibility and work to my potential. Haven't heard that one since high school. Somehow I've stumbled into a job that wants to be a career, and I'm still in "I'm here to get paid, I'm not doing any more than I need to in order to stay in your relatively good graces."

I don't want to be a responsible grown up and apply myself to my job! I want to just do the work, get paid, and go home!

I am back from the post office. Two of you are expecting packages and one of you doesn't know it yet. Mwah ha ha ha!

Hey, you tried to be a grown-up and take more responsibility when you applied for that other position.

Honestly, I'd LOVE it if there were tons of movies/shows like that. Because I'd love the writing work and because(and I hope this doesn't make me sound like a small-b bitch) I get tired of being a Teachable Moment About Difficult Topics when I go where kids are. Not that I *mind*, but it's not new or miraculous to me like it is for you and your kid. ETA: It sounds like Cash's co-worker has contagion anxiety occasioned by the stump...I try to be understanding because it's subconcious mostly. But it's hard to understand for someone like me.

Hey, you tried to be a grown-up and take more responsibility when you applied for that other position.

Right. I wonder if they ever filled that.

I get tired of being a Teachable Moment About Difficult Topics when I go where kids are.

You need a t-shirt: Not a bloody Afterschool Special.