Jilli, that's awesome! WOO!
So, I LEFT the house today, and got a shiny haircut (bday gift from friend.) Not short -- sorry, Hec, but I got about an inch and a half of damage cut off and it looks much better and feels much better.
I feel better, too.
Thanks for letting me purge, yesterday, y'all. It was cleansing, and I needed it, and I am dragging out of the lair of the black dog.
Jilli, that's wonderful. Now ... come here and squee and flail to get it out of your system, then do the interview as an imitation adult.
Kickstarter just sent me a newsletter that included this project to make a real card game out of something fictional.
That's terrific, Jilli! Also, your mention of The Damned the other day sent me poking around YouTube to hear some of their stuff. I found a song that I'd been trying to remember for for months (without remembering the name, artist, or enough lyrics to be useful with Google--Sanctum Sanctorum). So now I can move on and start wondering about other half-remembered college-era stuff. Thanks!
I have realized what having a "thick skin" and also being "seasoned" mean at work. When someone says some dumb-ass stuff in a meeting, I know in my heart that she can fuck off because she's wrong. I don't worry about it at all. Unlike my poor coworker who takes everything 100% personally and gets super upset. I swear to god, once in my working life have I been as upset in the office (about work) as she is at least weekly. It's so weird.
I have realized what having a "thick skin" and also being "seasoned" mean at work. When someone says some dumb-ass stuff in a meeting, I know in my heart that she can fuck off because she's wrong. I don't worry about it at all. Unlike my poor coworker who takes everything 100% personally and gets super upset. I swear to god, once in my working life have I been as upset in the office (about work) as she is at least weekly. It's so weird.
Hah! This is so core to all the drama in my office this past year. I swear to god I'm the only person in my entire department who has never a) complained (in the official or quasi-official sense) about a coworker or b) been complained about. It's fucking ridiculous, is what it is.
I swear to god, once in my working life have I been as upset in the office (about work) as she is at least weekly. It's so weird.
I get overly emotional at work often enough that my performance reviews often contain the phrase, "she wears her heart on her sleeve."
And then I go Ani DiFranco and think, "no, it's underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot."