undercover love

"Janelle Monáe (Feat. Prince) Givin Em What They Love" (Watch on YouTube)

^i love this album and this song in particular. Anyone who likes lesbian robots should listen to it. Link for readers who cannot see embed.

I need to post this post as it just keeps growing as I've begun to feel like talking again, and while K & M persuaded me to get a twit lately it's not the best medium for me and sometimes just leads to dragging people into injokes without warning. Mostly I just retweet cute dog pictures.


( tl;dr work )

I'll stop this post now for the sake of posting it; definitely not exhausted the backlog of work-related ranting. Your cast, if I continue to rant about this job, are The Bond Girl (originally my manager; she has recently been adopting, via cellphone, a persona in which she is a TA for an entirely fictional finance class at a university several hundred miles away), The Cyborg (currently my manager, although not currently a cyborg), My Friend (not currently my friend, it's just this vocal tic he has), Folksy, Small Voice, Chelski (really! he likes them so much he did a study abroad in London just to go see them every weekend!), Wolfie (I'm still not sure what he even does all day), The DJ, and, idk, I guess I will have to refer to our boss as The Carbomb because that would convey the right combination of put-on American Irishness, hot air and people screaming. I like many of them but Folksy is the only one I suspect of being actually interesting. He's marrying an opera singer next year.

I think I want to rant more about how the things I do get assigned money values and why those values are inversely proportional to the raw effort required and what the financialisation of everything might have to do with that; about rebuilding one's neural reward systems; about that feeling of relief at being able to stop struggling, if only for a brief and unknown breather that isn't a breather in that it's hard for me in ways it shouldn't be, but at least I can stop jobhunting and I have some faint hope of never having to go back to school, at least not just in order to be on this not-just-scraping-by, which is all I really needed. Other things are looming instead; thinking about building some real-name-internets because there's now industry fluff out there with my name attached so why not, eg. if I'm feeling far enough away from the tax industry to talk about how broken it is and how the tax code itself creates that brokenness. I am still going to finish the EA exam, though it would be hilarious to put letters after my name that do not pertain to what I am doing for a living.

what you do is, you hand out jigsaw puzzle pieces, and everyone gets one, and sometimes they swap them without realising.