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1146.

and I’m solving problems and they’re getting solved and it’s fine it really is but could we maybe stop giving me problems for thirty goddamn seconds christ fucking sake a bitch gets so tired (Your picture was not posted)

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I’m so tired and burnt-out. I’m gonna try to be funny while I complain, that’s what I do– that’s the point of complaining– you get all het-up and yelly about what’s wrong, and it’s funny, and you all yell together about how terrible everything is, and if you’re lucky you can coin a really hilarious phrase to describe it and then that catchphrase can go on to be a thing you can yell in high-stress moments in the future and the people who were there for the earlier stress can yell it back and it can be a whole thing, an heirloom of thine house etcetera, but sometimes you feel a little, well, tired, and you feel like…. why all the heirlooms of mine house gotta be hilarious ways of describing terrible things? i want something good once in a while, you know?

anyway I’m feeling very tired and burnt-out and frazzled and like I have no attention span and can’t focus. The current straw breaking my back is that they raised the minimum wage in New York again, yay, but my company owners are in Pennsylvania, where they haven’t raised the minimum wage since like 1992 or something, and so every year when NY’s goes up, they illegally pay us at our old rates for the first pay period and we have to chase them down and ask them to pay us the difference that we’re now legally-entitled to, and I get that this is an innocent enough thing to happen but it’s all just a big slappy reminder that even though many of us have worked here for literal decades the owners will only ever pay us the least they’re legally obliged to.

Anyway they said they’d put the difference in the next paycheck, and it didn’t come, and now we’re on the third paycheck of the year and i squinted at mine and it was for 72 hours, and I’m pretty sure I worked 72 hours, but I don’t have access to the report the register generates of employee hours– but I do have access to the clock-in-and-out data, and long story short I finally did the math and they owe me 3.58 hours, and also I’ve now discovered that they round down to the nearest half hour when they pay us, which was something I’d been carefully not paying attention to, and it’s just all. Well it’s all tiring.

They insist they paid me the extra in this past paycheck. I double-checked my math; I worked 77.8 hours in two weeks because I took a day off after doing slightly over-long shifts all week to try to get shit done, and they subtract half an hour per eight for lunches, which puts me at 72.8, and then they round down, so it’s 72.5, that’s what I got paid for.

The other employees may not mind as much because they’re all working short hours so they can get the bonus unemployment money that’s going around currently, and that’s great (that’s a flat $300 regardless of what you earn so if you’re a high earner that fucking sucks for you, but for us on minimum that’s pretty damn good), but they’re all able to do this without falling behind because I’m the only part-timer doing 40-hour weeks. And it’s best this way, otherwise the bosses would’ve had to fire somebody entirely and this way they can hang onto people to hire back once, presumably, business goes back to normal. But it sucks because I’d be earning more on unemployment. Whatever! I don’t specifically need the money. But I feel shit-upon, which is really not what I need. I’ve been coming in four hours before the store opens so I can be out of the way, and it’s exhausting to leave the house so early.

On the other hand, if I get home early in the afternoon, I have time to work out and cook dinner. I went in extra-early yesterday because on Tuesday I’d come home and collapsed into bed and when I woke at 5:30pm dude was mad I hadn’t made dinner because he was tired too. (”Fine!” he said, when I woke, groggy, “I’ll come up with something!” and then started making beef stew, which apparently only I have ever made in our 18 years together because he had no idea that stews take 1-2 hours to simmer at the bare minimum if you don’t use the pressure cooker which also apparently he’d never observed me do the half a dozen times I’ve made stew since we got the pressure cooker? Anyway he made pan-fried catfish with great drama once I pointed out that the dish I’ve made at least once a month for 18 years needs to be cooked and wouldn’t be done in 20 minutes so starting it when we were both ravenous wasn’t a fantastic idea.) I’m sorry me traveling away for the weekend and coming back tired is so inconvenient for you, sir, I was at home trying to help my family work out the logistics of dealing with my late father’s belongings? this was not like some kind of fun gallivanting expedition? we do not have those in our lives anymore? anyway. He says he’s Extra Tired this week and is just So Out Of It so apparently that’s my problem. So I went in 45 minutes earlier than my usual early-start time, so I could come home, work out (my hips bother me if I don’t do this regularly and they’re starting to bother me and no I cannot put that off another day if I want to walk), and then make dinner, and have it ready by 5:30 because when you wake up at 5am your body clock tends to shift early!

But that’s the downside– when I rush out super early and come home super early, it’s very hard not to look like a total lazy loafer when it’s 3pm and you’re flat-out on the couch staring at the ceiling because you just worked 9 hours and you’re fried.

Anyway. I’d say “ah we just need a weekend out” but. where. no. not restful. anyway i feel like vacations are a fake idea.

I wanted to get takeout sushi to celebrate Rush Limbaugh’s death but I’d gone in early so I’d have time to get dinner started, so it seemed stupid not to do it, so I did it. But maybe tonight. All I want is a bucket of salmon. And a bottle of champagne. I’ll do without the hot tub. (Your picture was not posted)

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Now, I’m not saying romantic relationships are inferior, or that they’re useless, or that you being in one or that you shipping some characters romantically is Bad or something off the walls like that. What I’m saying is that two people (or characters, since we’re talking shipping here) can be just as devoted to each other, love each other just as deeply, mean just as much to each other while being in a platonic relationship. The end point of caring about someone doesn’t have to be romance.

Friendship isn’t a stepping stone between strangers and romantic partners, it’s a different path. And you can follow that path as deep into the wood as a romantic one if you want, and neither is inferior to the other, they just have different views.

reblog my aro posts you cowards (Your picture was not posted)

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I texted my dude a series of emojis. The bucket, the fish, the champagne bottle.

I then had to explain myself, but it worked. We got a tray of sushi for dinner, and a bottle of champagne, and I put on my bikini, and then also put on fleece pajama pants and a hoodie because it is a normal winter temperature in here.

but anyway i got my Bucket O Salmon, or at least, several pieces of salmon sushi, and it was a more cheerful evening than otherwise. (Your picture was not posted)

fisstech-and-succubi:Hi everybody! Claims day is he

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Hi everybody! Claims day is here! Yes I know it’s probably late afternoon or early evening for most of you, I’m sorry, I’m semi-nocturnal and I live in Western North America, it has only just turned 1 pm here.

Here is the link to All Prompts https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1rKbxOhbZBl0tzR1hB0cIhe_Y15z6M6O24l3XOtBLhqM/edit?usp=sharing

Here is the link to G, T, and Any Prompts https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1I0F8fAv6hjWZylWrnPLx3IiQGXLlnUKuohc-yhdQsW0/edit?usp=sharing

Here is the link to the Claims Form https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScp-b_526MwppVRsRBFwkgCGH9TxTbA9rM2otuypudN_JXXlQ/viewform?usp=sf_link

Please take a look at the prompts and then submit your top five prompts in order of preference. You will receive your prompt assignment at the end of the claims period (on February 21) once I have had a chance to match all of the claims as optimally as possible.

There are a lot of super super awesome prompts in here everybody, so happy choosing!

if you signed up for this check it out and submit your claims!

if you did not sign up for this you should read these ideas anyway. (Signups are closed but you could still write or draw or craft a treat for one of these prompts if they move you!)

I’m well aware I’m going about this sort of backwards, having had an idea before I entered, but there were five I could plausibly bang this thing into shape to fill, so I submitted those as my requests.

but now i’ve already had an idea for one that i might write as an additional treat if i can make it short enough to be sane (Your picture was not posted)