Ha! Because of course you do!
Get some rest. Be fortified, we've all got your back.
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ha! Because of course you do!
Get some rest. Be fortified, we've all got your back.
Smite him!
Homework. I'm still doing homework. Ugh. The brain just isn't working.
I figured out how to request a doctor's appointment online. On top of the depression and thinking my citalopram has finally quit on me, I've had a swollen set of nerves in my face, along my jawline. A couple of months ago, we upped my Lyrica thinking that this was my trigeminal neuralgia flaring up. Well, the pain is gone, but the swelling has not gone away and is still tender to the touch. Plus today I realized that my smile is somewhat lopsided. I had Kelly check it out today and she thinks I need to ask for a referral to a neurologist.
So, the brain is a bit preoccupied. I have 3 more sections to write in the next hour. Arrrggggg.
This morning out of curiosity I wanted to see the FB count on MeToo - [link]
Over 6,700,000 Conversation is good.
eta: in the minute it took to write and post and go back over 7 million.
I wonder what the Twitter count was (that's where I'm comfortable with it).
(A) I love you all. Liese you are a hero.
(2) I have to bitch about this somewhere and this feels like the most appropriate place (no pun intended (well, maybe a little bit intended, but that'snot why this is the most appropriate place)). After 407 days of dormancy, my reproductive system apparently decided that it wouldn't be an evacuation without some unexpected bleeding. So of course I have no supplies with me (although I do have a drawer with extras at home just on case but I didn't not pack them because of course I didn't) and my mom hasn't needed any for years so I got to make an early morning trip to Safeway with a wad of toilet paper in my underwear. Way to go, body!
Aurelia it's like he had no idea about the emotions attached talking about harassment and assault. That talking about it brings back the feelings of shame, humiliation, anger, sadness, etc. So it's some kind of intellectual exercise for him.
I wanted tonsa y that this morning in your post but decided not to.
I was trying to post support messages to people on FB, but it isn't letting me. Some FB issue I assume.
(A) I love you all. Liese you are a hero.
Yes, true.
(2)
Oh yeah, I remember that one!
Speaking of sexual harassment, I'm trying to deal with this issue at work. The problem is library customers harassing staff members. We have a procedure for the ones who clearly step over a line - we contact security, they have a conversation with the person, then document, and if the person does it again, we do a written warning, ask them to leave for the day, and can go up to a six month ban. That's fine. The problem is the constant flow of people who don't fully cross a line. Staff stand at an entrance to the building and greet people, and many, many people who enter the building make comments that taken individually are minimal, but add up. The "You should smile more" kind of comments. The "Hi, beautiful," said with a leer. There is also some non-sexual touching (hand on a shoulder when someone approaches from behind). You can't call security for this kind of thing. But it happens to every single woman (less to the women over 50, more to the young cute women) and none of the men. Anyone have resources for an institution dealing with this? Everything I'm finding online is either legalese and from the perspective of protecting the employer from a lawsuit, or about restaurant work and boils down to "find another job."
Oy. That sucks, flea. I wish I had something helpful.