thene loves her horrible fucked-up job

but ngl I wish the incentive bonus prize was based on ability to document shit rather than average net fees. I am regularly amazed at how bad my coworkers are at writing things down. The most painful specimens are the Korean who speaks English better than I do but who does all his documentation in Engrish - Ting has explained to me that expectation of definite articles is merely my Western bias at work (and hey, Latin doesn't have them either), but part of me wants to yell 'PLEASE STOP BEING A STEREOTYPE' - and the recent law grad who writes all her emails in unpunctutated lowercase but always puts 'esq' after her name. :(

yes yes I should really post the unposted post I have sat in a tab from my birthday!!! which was a lovely birthday. and the reason I'm not posting is the usual one - because life is good and that can mean there's so much less need to write than when life is bad, because mining for validation is often why one writes things down. I'm enjoying my two favourite jobs ever, even when they're both full of fuck, and the workload has receded from 60 hrs/week to 50 and, this week, to maybe even less than 45 (I had yesterday off! and spent it doing errands with Ting!), and I'm halfway through this now, and it feels like it's been more than 6 weeks and the honeymoon is almost over and I can almost fall asleep on Mondays and sometimes, like today, I get blindsided by fuck. But I document the fuck (and I better get a damn fine reference out of this). I document unspeakably horrible things in the most dry, Britishest way ever! Actual email response from one of my bosses today:

Lucy,

Thank you for your hard work.

I need a drink...or ten...

So when I got home I went for that concoction of whiskey, gin and limeade that M says is 'like drinking a tree'. Nothing is ever coincidental.

there may be such a thing as too much whisky

-the voice that says 'calmer' and means it

-the implicit meaning of past tense

-the days when I listen to this on the t (because there's nothing to explain so as a rule, i don't. seriously though what is happening to her skirt?);

ALSO social observation of the day; every so often, a stranger (or close to) comments on the fact that I don't wear a wedding ring (I hate jewellery, is the main reason, it's fucking itchy); strangers never comment on the fact that I don't wear a bra.