So my boss just gifted me a piece of her flakey dead skin where her tattoo is peeling.
Ah, wonderful human being.
Gunna go see Lissie tonight. All by ma’self. First solo show. Feelin’ pretty darn good, too.
Or pour a bowl of cereal.
A BOWL OF CEREAL.
The epitome of laziness is me.
The amount of Out of Office auto-replies I’ve received in the past week is crazy. Everyone is on vacation and our receptionist was sick half of last week and then on vacation all of this week and I’ve had to do her job and my job all while answering phones and directing people every 2 minutes.
I want to be on vacation and say fuck it and just leave everyone else in the dust.
I hate dealing with so many people all the time, right in your face, and constantly being interrupted while trying to do jobs that require my full attention. The things I need to do require me to leave my desk constantly and, being at reception, I need to call my boss to relieve me all the time and it’s just so annoying for the both of us.
I fucking hate reception and I want a break and a vacation.
But I can’t have a vacation.
At least I’ll have my desk in my office again on Monday.
Ohhhh, baby. Gon’ be nace.
I can listen to Joni Mitchell’s Hejira and just be all
calm and collected and cool and relaxed,
and other times it’s like
please Joni why must you pull on my heartstrings so
I’m feeling feels now and it’s all on you
Because I have.
Part of me feels like a dick saying that, because sometimes a compliment is just a compliment, but then again, where did that come from, and why is it imperative to tell me? Why do I need to hear this from you, and do you think I care that you think that of me? The only thing hearing you tell me this does is make me feel uncomfortable. It’s unsolicited and it’s unnecessary.
In the past week I have been stopped on the street and in the mall twice by guys telling me that I am good-looking and that they had to introduce themselves, and then just now at work by some random person who I’ve also never met, who was crowd-sourcing and pitching his project for funding, and in the middle of his pitch says, “By the way, you’re beautiful” and then continues on. Had this been from a guy in my life that I knew under any relevant circumstances, then this would be different. But it wasn’t.
Guys, stop. Go and tell the wonderful women in your life how beautiful they are, and stop randomly stopping women that you don’t know and who don’t know you on the street/at the mall/wherever and flowering them with unsolicited ‘compliments’. We do not need your validation.
I have felt like a piece of meat each time I have been greeted by these men and I certainly can’t be the only one.
"How fucking Spanish soap star do I look?"
But also, happy father’s day, mumma. For all the times you held the responsibilities of two and provided the love and support of two, especially at times when only one was around. You are forever appreciated.