Leading a one woman branch of the Erisian Liberation Front! In love with almost everything all the time.
Interestingly, I almost never have this problem since getting my hormones right. Getting lost in (or attacked by!) sex less thoughts used to occasionally plague our bedroom. Now sex is so fucking enormous that it tends to eclipse everything. My body is louder and more talkative than it used to be.
How is the ickplant? You’re conspicuously missing from your own check in topic this week xd
As usual this is the end of my week. Today is just laundry and music and weed. My week was kind of amazing. I was blessed with a tome of essential workplace lore: a notebook with a mixture of dramatic personal notes and letters and professional sketches and thoughts left by one of the contractors who built our garage. I read every word of it. It was magical. My best friend and assistant manager who had been talking about our morale issue like it was intractable brought in chili and potato soup Saturday, then homemade sweets to the meeting yesterday. She’s better at this part of the job than she knows.
Turns out I didn’t actually lose a friend recently. She was broke and turned off her phone for a while. Her carrier’s phrasing sounded like she had blocked my number, but she texted me from the drive thru to prove she hadn’t. Her shithead to-be-ex-husband showed up at the dispensary during this time telling me they were together and asking for her friends and family discount. I thought she blocked me so I couldn’t chew her out. But she is still actively pursuing another man (a great guy who maybe isn’t patient enough for this drawn our divorce =/) and clearly isn’t living like her ex, who looks more and more like meth in human form. (tbh meth in human form would probably be a better person than him.) I am so relieved that I wasn’t just betrayed like it kind of seemed after more than a week of “Message Blocking is active.”
I work the way I do for me. As someone who is hyper focused on my job, I understand what you’re getting at. Before my recent promotion, I was doing way more work than my coworkers for the same pay because I was work obsessed. But it was what I wanted to do. I am excellent at a job that is genuinely important.
At this point I have wholeheartedly embraced it. I’ve been even more focused since my promotion. I will be the convenience store woman, but for my dispensary. It makes me happy.
My Dad is Dracula and Just Got Mangled Trying to Close His Cat in a Tiny Coffin
Whoever finishes it after I’m dead can title it.
Yeah. There are a few days a month I don’t want to eat anything and I can barely count. I’m pretty sure I have dyscalculia (horrible word to say btw) and sometimes jumble numbers on good day. I’ll quote the digits in someone’s correct change in any old random order. When I’m forcing myself to eat, I have to check and double check my math.
Oh hey, we presumably have one of these issues in check! We’ll keep these streets clean of trolls `-`
Yeah, yeah… idk. I got all my details after the fact from a third party. When it happened, I had already pulled drawers and was focused on counting money and closing. Neither of the people involved felt the need to say anything to me about it. Apparently there was some joking around about cutting hair? It was “haha what if…” playing until suddenly it wasn’t? Then almost everyone fucked off as soon as we were fully closed. Of course BOTH of the budtenders involved have been having their own independant behavior and performance issues. So it’s complicated.
Fortunately I don’t have to see either of them until at least Thursday. I’m actually at work right now covering for the hair cutter… Hopefully he won’t be too mopey about getting written up, because he could have been fired for assault if she really wanted that.
Sometimes the act of writing it down makes an idea stick to me. I never read the notes for the reminder. But sometimes I write a thing down, then file it away as complete because the note means it’ll get done for sure! x_x
Did this work for you to begin with? This was always more of a nifty theory to me, like going to bed earlier to cure insomnia.
This is more or less something I am actively trying. I just read Convenience Store Woman, and the way the main character/narrator thinks and talks about herself and her convenience store is very similar to how I think of myself and my dispensary. Tbh, I don’t know if I’ve ever identified with a character more than Keiko. So I’ve decided to become the creature known as a dispensary worker. I have to take care of myself so I can be a good dispensary worker. I have to keep my life in order for the dispensary. It’s very important to me, and I’m very important there.
I only just started thinking this way, but so far I’m encouraged. I didn’t end the day so hungry it was hard to count money tonight. I made myself eat so I would have focus and energy to close. 2023 was a year of wild change, almost all for the better. In 2024, I’m going to stay right where I am and learn to listen to the voice of the dispensary <3
I’m okay. This has been a weird week. Working Black Friday was fun, but yesterday definitely came up negative in the end of day calculations. I abruptly lost a friend (like we’re not friends anymore; she’s not dead) mid day. Then one of my budtenders cut the hair of another budtender, right at the end of the night. So that’s a problem. But tomorrow I’m off work. Time to regroup. Next week will be better.
“This is how I deal with my developmental disorders!”
“You must have a developmental disorder!”
Real Sherlock this one. What mysteries will they solve in their next caper? Tune in to find out! marks it on the calendar none of us remember to check
Yeah, I’ve been spending more time on Discord lately, but I’m sure not going back to reddit. Tbh I’ve really disconnected from spaces where I was/would be exposed to right wing extremists and hatred of me. Instagram obviously has it’s problems, but the algorithm won’t allow me–a trans lesbian stoner–to view hateful content without a fight. If I need to see some fringe beliefs and content, I’ll dive head first into the Hexbear pool!
I don’t take it for granted that my job is amazing. My GM also has ADHD and can’t always work five days. She very much prefers working long shifts a few days a week when she can. I actually got promoted on my four day schedule, and our new management team is half orderly brained and half ADHD women. It actually works phenomenally well. We’re finally getting back to stability after 3/4 of the management team quit within 3~4 months. We’re gonna have such a beautifully functional dispensary, and I’m so glad I’m part of it.
Oh burnout, my old nemesis. I’m so incredibly grateful to have a job that lets me work four longer days. I will have a mental breakdown if I work five days a week, but I can work 11 hours like it’s nothing. It has happened literally every time I have worked five days a week. But my current job appreciates my desire to concentrate my time on our busiest periods. I can maintain my high performance indefinitely with three days off.
Maybe her third thumb is just a little slender. If I position my hand like that, I can almost reach. I don’t think hands with those proportions would be impossible. It’s probably a little wonky genetically, being her third arm and all.
It’s extra impressive. It got 15 fingers right!
You’re a truama therapist, then manage multiple neurodiversity communities in your spare time? You give a lot.
I think neurodivergent people in general do. I have a sixth sense for picking out people with truama. If I really immediately click with someone, if I inherently understand and get along someone, they probably had some amount or degree of fucked up childhood. My other best friend is so because we are the two at work with CPTSD. There are a few people with PTSD, but we understand each other on a level neither of us gets from other people.