Man, I tried a perfume sampler at Lush, and it is the most nauseating smell, and now I can't get it off my fucking skin.

Every time I think it's safe to try a perfume sampler, I end up in this "You made a bear! Undo it! Undo it!" situation.

That's stupid annoying. Medical and cancellation.

Insert rant here on how esteemed institutions exploit service workers implicitly with contractors and the intersections of race and class and their complicity to this day of physical and economic segregation in this city and FUCKIT.

...HR set up a gofundme for a coworker on the housekeeping staff. Because his employer doesn't provide for long term leave and he's facing major surgery and months of not working. Which, yay for them for setting it up and folks are giving generously, but I'm angry it is necessary because I'd rather my employer hire equitable contracts regardless of position, especially in light of my recent battles for the same. I'm unsurprised, but still disgusted.

What does Camp Tofu entail? (I hope the answer involves really good pad thai.)

No Pad Thai, I'm afraid. Though Matilda's favorite Pad Thai does involve tofu.

Disappointingly, there is a counselor at Matilda's after-care named Topher that the kids have nicknamed Tofu. And he does a trekking about type camp that Matilda did with her classmates and friends Norah and Cassius. They went into Ishi's cave!

However, to compensate for that I will note that San Francisco does have an actual annual Tofu Festival in Japantown and this does indeed involve people dressed as Tofu, Pad Thai and musical acts who sing songs about Tofu. Often while cosplaying at the same time.

Okay technically it's a Soy and Tofu Festival: [link]

Okay technically it's a Soy and Tofu Festival:

You really need both together. Like chocolate and peanut butter.

I am 100% done with this week. I worked 12 hours today and I have so much left to do because I need to start a code push tomorrow. I have to get up at 4:30am on Wednesday to attend an all hands meeting. My inbox is a hot mess. I need a clone.

Let's just burn it all down, shrift. 7 weeks in to major issues, now let's form a tiger team.

I shoulda called mission office while boss was on vacay. Woulda been a hell storm, but we'd be weeks ahead of now.

Shit.

Steph, I'm sorry about the vaccine. That shit is bananas.

Sara, I saw the gofundme and tried to piece together what happened. If I had any spare money, I'd chip in

Except I don't because my life has gone to out of control shit. I lost my phone (as it was on the roof of my car). I could see it for an hour or two after it was gone, but it was somewhere near the freeway I couldn't get it to ping after 10:00 when my friend showed up to watch the kids. I only sort of trespassed to look for it to no avail. My friend C gave me her old broken screen phone, but it has a screen lock and I can't message her because I don't have a phone.

We also don't have a house phone and I'm home with the kids again tomorrow. So if something happens I'm fucked. I can't get a new phone because of my contract on the old phone. I have no money to buy one outright and in fact have $11 left in my name do to stupid shit.

Sigh.

Why is this so hard?

Since most people assume that knowledge of sports fandom is a default state and will bring up sports teams and events as a safe topic of conversation that everyone can engage in, I use the term sportsball to signal that I am not rudely ignoring anyone, just sports-clueless and lacking the ability to contribute to the conversation. It's either that or speak entirely in quotes from this Onion article (which I also do, except for the random homophobic paragraph in the middle, but mostly only with my sister who can quote it back at me when our dad starts going on about the Red Sox).

[aaaaaaaaaaaaargh sorry, the conversation has moved way past this. Sorry everyone is dealing with so much this week already.]

Too much suckitude all around.