yep. I self-select out of dog friendly offices. if that’s a “benefit”, I can’t work there.

mostly, yeah! it was a very dysfunctional childhood, but we’re all mostly functional adults.

my HS graduation was on a Saturday, and my mom’s attempt was the following Monday. so I guess this has that beat for awful.

chronic depression really distorts your view of things. my mom honestly didn’t think it would taint my graduation or change my plans. sort of, like she was already gone from my life, so she was just trying to wrap things up?

unsurprisingly, even though she wasn’t successful, she still managed to screw me and my younger siblings up for a fair bit. it’s been 20+ years, and only one of us still is in contact with her.

my cat thinks “up” and “down” both mean “get off my lap”.

she also recognizes that when I sit and talk to myself (voice chat) is perfect petting and cuddles time. she’s well known to my therapist and team because of zoom meetings.

and both guinea pigs and the cat have all decided that we do cuddles about 830pm. I thought it was “after work and dinner, sometime before bed”. but the number of times I look up to see what the fuss is, and it’s 830 and all 3 are looking at me expectantly… I assume they figure the time by daylight, because it’s not consistent when I get home.

for me, it’s seeing how similar we are. I went low contact and moved away almost 20 years ago. getting to know my now-transmasc brother when we’re both adults is wild. he’s dealt with things differently, but despite 8 years age gap and 18 years not talking, we have a lot in common still.

there’s a whole 2 of us! seriously though, if there’s pink it gives me a stomach ache. as I’ve gotten older I can just about tolerate a medium well, but I still prefer well done.

as long as you don’t think the function bar is a search bar. coworker opened my excel spreadsheet and I guess thought it functioned like Google?

I was right behind her to train so no formulas were injured.

I used to! I picked up a set of Black Co at a used book store to try and loan out. finally didn’t come back after I “lost” the cover and apologized for the state of the book I was loaning. but got another convert, so a win in my book.

in the same vein, I’m so glad they reprinted Glen Cook’s Black Company books, because no one I tried to get interested in them would read them with the old covers. I’m not sure even I did. I certainly can’t imagine I deliberately chose to pick up a book with this cover.

guinea pigs are potatoes. usually you look for the ears, but on a curly multicolor those can be hard to find :)

Roxy (cat) and Jasper (guinea pig)

I prefer the seats facing each other, but only because sitting sideways to the direction of motion somehow makes me less car sick.

Definitely still headphones in, eyes down. Pretend I’m focused on my phone or knitting, even if all I can think about is nausea, because i definitely don’t want another awkward bus conversation. Make sure the knitting is contained on my lap and doesn’t spill into anyone else’s seat.

the busses were less crowded post covid here, and the solution seems to be fewer busses so it’s more “efficient”. which is awkward when using it to commute and my options go from “10 minutes early, on time, 10 minutes late” to “30 minutes early or 20 minutes late”.