Guys. Guysguysguys. I have been writing fic for fifteen years and I have never finished a chapter fic until now.

Dipolemacy chapter 8 is finally up!

I - I honestly don't know what to do with myself right now. Except shriek internally. I'm not used to confidence boosters! What do?

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Got fired from the grocery store on Friday. For not being "happy" enough. Apparently such egregious sins leaning on the register and letting the manager be the first to say hi in the mornings are unforgivable in the 'disposable register monkey' field, and so I find myself disposed of ( Read more... )

Fellow picked-last kids, I could use some advice.

( Herein lies brief talk of weight loss, fitness, and a lot of negative self-talk because I have entire magazine racks full of ISSUES surrounding all this. )

I’m pretty much talking out my ass here. I’m not watching the new Muppet series, I have no intention of watching the new Muppet series, and I am probably missing out on a lot of context, but - dammit, I’m glad Kermit and Piggy broke up and I’m totally waving a TeamDenise banner here.

Partially I’m guilty of taking the Muppets way too seriously, ( Read more... )

Well, this is my third week at the little grocery store, and I'm coming toward the end of my ability to use "sorry, I'm new here" as an excuse for my fuckups. (Today I almost gave someone thirty pounds more cashback than he'd asked for. I am NOT at my best in the mornings, guys ( Read more... )

Been reading through this article and the comments about it here about emotional labor (there are a lot of them. Seriously, be prepared for it to eat at least two days’ worth of your free time.) and - well. It gave me a new vocabulary for talking about myself, so here we go.

( It is long. And self-indulgent. And depressing. And there is not much point to it really. )

I, uh, got two jobs today. Well, a job offer and an informal freelance project ( Read more... )

I tend to stay quiet about things like this*. I’ll retweet things other people have said, but in general I think that when my twitlist is talking about nine black people shot by a white racist, the last thing anyone needs to hear is how this incident makes yet another white person feel. But something the gunman** reportedly said caught ahold of my ( Read more... )

Today I gave what I thought was a perfectly acceptable performance at a job interview for a part-time position at a grocery store. Two hours after leaving, I had a rejection email in my inbox ( Read more... )

Ten years ago this month I was diagnosed with depression, started taking medicine for it, and dropped out of college ( Read more... )