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scrubjayspeaks) wrote2025-03-09 09:04 am
scrubjayspeaks) wrote2025-03-09 09:04 am
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Done This Week
Well, worked two days this week. (I forgot how much I fundamentally hate having to leave home to go to work.) Day one was fine, mostly catching up on an obscene number of emails. Day two involved my first confrontation about where my tits went.
Neat. 눈_눈
Without getting into the details too much, because I might throw up, this person clocked it as a trans thing. No hostility, maybe a little concern troll-y. Insisted it’s nobody else’s business, which would have been more convincing and more reassuring if this hadn’t been in the midst of a “making this my business” conversation. It was, at least, one of about two people at work who I could be semi-confident would not try to hurt me (directly or indirectly) over this.
I’m resentful of this person for putting me in this position, and I feel ashamed that I didn’t push back harder. I was tired and stressed and caught completely off-guard at the time.
More than anything, I just don’t understand why people can’t leave me (and all the rest of us) in peace. What does it matter, what other people are getting up to? Why do you think it’s your god-given right to know literally anything about me?
Obviously, my brain will not stop ruminating on this situation and what else might develop going forward. Every time in life I think, okay, things are basically under control, I’ll be able to catch my breath for a bit, something happens that throws me right back into the shit.
Anyway! Fuck!
So many things are blooming in the garden. The freak hail storm wasn’t, perhaps, the best for them, though. It’s cold but sunny now, so the birds are all out, singing and hunting for things to eat. I do so love this time of year.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written, all March posts queued up
Day job: 17 hours and an incalculable amount of stress
Cooking: cheat lemon pie from B. Dylan Hollis (tasty, doesn’t freeze up as firm as I would have liked, but that certainly didn’t stop me from devouring it)
Crafting: made two little jar terrariums out of moss and sticks
Gardening: weeding, set up the mushroom solar lights, garden club post
Reading: Finn Family Moomintroll by Tove Jansson (I find the writing style so funny, because it has a particular stiltedness I associate with vintage stuff, but it has a sense of humor that often reminds me of very modern online humor and shitposting)
Listening: MYTH: Side One by The Narcissist Cookbook (experimental stuff with spoken word and found audio type bits, mixed in with the sparse weird folk sound I love from this artist, promptly picked up Side Two and the appendix but manfully restrained myself from bingeing them immediately)
Aftermarket Parts: cleared for return to work, more SDI paperwork and got the second/last disability payment
Clock Mouse: 935 words
Neat. 눈_눈
Without getting into the details too much, because I might throw up, this person clocked it as a trans thing. No hostility, maybe a little concern troll-y. Insisted it’s nobody else’s business, which would have been more convincing and more reassuring if this hadn’t been in the midst of a “making this my business” conversation. It was, at least, one of about two people at work who I could be semi-confident would not try to hurt me (directly or indirectly) over this.
I’m resentful of this person for putting me in this position, and I feel ashamed that I didn’t push back harder. I was tired and stressed and caught completely off-guard at the time.
More than anything, I just don’t understand why people can’t leave me (and all the rest of us) in peace. What does it matter, what other people are getting up to? Why do you think it’s your god-given right to know literally anything about me?
Obviously, my brain will not stop ruminating on this situation and what else might develop going forward. Every time in life I think, okay, things are basically under control, I’ll be able to catch my breath for a bit, something happens that throws me right back into the shit.
Anyway! Fuck!
So many things are blooming in the garden. The freak hail storm wasn’t, perhaps, the best for them, though. It’s cold but sunny now, so the birds are all out, singing and hunting for things to eat. I do so love this time of year.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written, all March posts queued up
Day job: 17 hours and an incalculable amount of stress
Cooking: cheat lemon pie from B. Dylan Hollis (tasty, doesn’t freeze up as firm as I would have liked, but that certainly didn’t stop me from devouring it)
Crafting: made two little jar terrariums out of moss and sticks
Gardening: weeding, set up the mushroom solar lights, garden club post
Reading: Finn Family Moomintroll by Tove Jansson (I find the writing style so funny, because it has a particular stiltedness I associate with vintage stuff, but it has a sense of humor that often reminds me of very modern online humor and shitposting)
Listening: MYTH: Side One by The Narcissist Cookbook (experimental stuff with spoken word and found audio type bits, mixed in with the sparse weird folk sound I love from this artist, promptly picked up Side Two and the appendix but manfully restrained myself from bingeing them immediately)
Aftermarket Parts: cleared for return to work, more SDI paperwork and got the second/last disability payment
Clock Mouse: 935 words
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