Today's Keyboard Smash

Gaaaaahhhhh... Just got truck #2 back from the shop aaaaaand something else has broken on it. I think I said something about things being money pits yesterday? Yeah, I know of whomst I speak.

Got a bit annoyed with a coworker today, who is tired and doesn't want to be there. Probably because they're starting a week of vacation next week and is mentally already gone. Which is swell and all. But you know what? I'm tired too. I don't much want to be there. I don't even have a vacation to look forward to. But I'm not dragging my feet and pissing and moaning about it all damn day. I shut my mouth and get my work done.

It just pisses me off when people won't put in the effort. If you're going to be there at all, make it count for something. And don't make me sit there and make compassionate noises at you when I too just want to crawl under the table and nap.

I don't suffer fools gladly, I know. I'm cranky. (I'm also a huge square with no sense of fun. Allegedly.) At least I do my damn job properly.

Lake Lewisia #558

When ey had founded Gender Vegetable out of a garage none of them actually owned or even lived at, playing instruments they had begged, borrowed or invented, Casey had brought only one guiding principle to bear: "yes, more." Up on stage, battering eir voice and body against the invisible walls that had always said, "that's enough, don't go too far, don't take more than your share," ey sang a song of insatiability, adding more harmonies, taking up more space, wearing labels like punk patches on a jacket that never ran out of free space. "Look at this field, empty and full, open and crowded, and know: tonight, every one of us has room to grow as much as we want."

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LL#558