Go, Hec! That’s a lot to get done. Sometimes just having another person in the room helps to get so much more done.

It took me a couple tries(and I don't mean porn.) Like, maybe there's more than you think(possible, and you don't exactly have that whole Marginalized Human thing, like I do) but, you know. If she's not it, don't be afraid to keep looking When I was in high school, I thought I would be a therapist. But I think I just terminated too fast with my disabled therapist and then kind of had the most fucked-up #SeeHerBeHer ever. Or maybe it took getting into college for me to realize how hard grad school would be(Or the occasional feeling that I'd be tempted to scribble about the deep, dark secrets that might've come my way. 'Because it's wrong" Kind of hating my Not a Job today, as it happens, and sort of wishing I'd let the guy who got bent about my Linked-in dozens joke take it off my hands last year.(I swear, I thought we were play-fighting, but he really got upset.)

But, really, dude, I'm a stranger, on twitter, who just wrote that maybe your mother should amend her profile to address her skills with small equipment. We've known each other ten minutes. If that brings up feelings enough that you want to get me fired, maybe you should talk to *mom*, not me.(My stepmother hammered my "Your mom's a skank" button so much when I was young, even if those jokes weren't funny to me, it wouldn't be fighting words now. And not only because if my mother was a skank, Stepmonster would have gotten her butt kicked on our front lawn because girls where my mom grew up? Don't settle for blouse disarranging and mild hair-pulling.) But, lucky me, that would never happen because a. I cover for all the married, family-having folks on the holidays And 2. Technically speaking, "having my job" would have saved me money because I'm a volunteer anyway.