I'm even skipping improv tonight, because I cannot be around people. It's all too much.
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I think if you say the words "My mom had open-heart surgery a few days ago," any decent human being would go, "Say no more, take the time you need" without any further explanation necessary.
They know about that, and I already took less work** last week so I could be at the hospital.
**"Less work" is a goddamn lie. They ask us how many articles we want to edit for the coming week; 4-5 articles is standard. I asked for 3, and they said absolutely, you need to be with your mom. But the 3 articles are so much longer than normal that they're actually a total of 35 hours of work, so it didn't fucking help a goddamn thing. So when I ask for fewer articles for the next 2 weeks, I'm going to have to mention the length of the articles, which I didn't think I'd need to say. Sure, if you give me fewer articles but they're substantially longer, it's still the same amount of work, you asses.
Well, if there were more pie charts and fewer words it would be much easier. Maybe you could suggest that??
That's some bullshit there, Teppy.
Well, I'm just taking it as a lesson that I need to say "Only 2 articles, please, and not substantially longer than average, so that my time worked is actually reduced." Fool me once.
while still trying to come to grips with the idea that everything she programmed in me was wrong and a lie and damaging.
So we are therapy twinsies. Yay? No, not yay.
You absolutely need to take some time for yourself. You need down time, and you DESERVE down time.
You absolutely need to take some time for yourself. You need down time, and you DESERVE down time.
I have a draft of my email to my coordinator asking for fewer articles for a couple of weeks. It's sitting in my drafts folder, just waiting for me to send it.
Deep breath, Steph. Send it. It's okay.
The enormous amount of destructive programming put in me by my dysfunctional family has taken decades to excavate and chisel away. (Mixed metaphor, ahoy.) The more I pull out, the more I see how much of me it affected.
The more I pull out, the more I see how much of me it affected.
Like Greenland getting higher as the glaciers melt.