Fuck that
It’s beautiful out and I am much much too tired to go.for a walk. But I really need my walk
Update: 45 minutes of blizzard conditions and it turned off. The sky is blue and the snow is melting. Figure your shit out, weather.
Would just getting outside help? I sat on my front porch for fifteen minutes earlier, it helped the cabin fever.
I need to burn off stress hormones. And I don’t have the energy to wake and sleeping baby to put layers on him so I can go out. Tomorrow
I’m self-cleaning my oven and even with windows open it STINKS in my house.
D: D: D:
I always talk way differently when I come back from a long stint abroad in a place where English isn’t the first language, because I simplify my words to communicate in my “International English” (or when I come back from German-speaking countries and my brain hasn’t adjusted to being able to make my point fluently yet.)
I just started doing my taxes and WOOOO DOGGY. Obviously I can’t go to a tax place, and even if I could, I can’t pay the prep fees right now with my income so low. This is complicated.
I’m just doing it a little at a time, but it gets so in the weeds (to me) that my eyes start to blur over and I need a break. LORD.
We do have a Taxes category here. If you get stuck, ask us for help! (OK, maybe not me specifically, since I’ve not dealt with self-employment income …)
Back to the topic of youthful indiscretions, one of my bosses is good friends with an indiscretion of mine and randomly started chatting in our meeting today about what a dirty, dirty guy he is. Yeah, I know he is. But why are we discussing it…?
Ummm wtf that’s very unprofessional
Eh, our team is very… friendly and chatty and casual and frankly, yes, probably somewhat unprofessional (we make a lot of dirty jokes, but within the team where everyone genuinely finds them funny - when we had someone in the team who was not comfortable with dirty jokes we all modified behaviour because we’re not jerks). And boss doesn’t know that I know this guy (so far as I know…). It’s just… a really unfortunate coincidence.
I’m now That Millennial telling my GenX parents off for stupid behaviour
Neighbours are having a PARTY. A PARTY.
That rises to my “report them” level. Public Heath is going to need to know who was there later anyway.
I will not confirm whether or not I called the police… But I will confirm that SOMEONE called them.
Good for someone.
Shit, my neighbors had a party on Saturday and I completely did not think of calling the authorities. Then again I’m pretty sure it was a family party for a kids birthday and they’re black and, well, this is the U.S. so I don’t really want to call the cops on a black family for a “griping about my neighbors” call … not to mention ruining a kid’s birthday. Dammit.
That is definitely a whole other level of decision making.