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beansideWoke up at 6am on my day off. My body is a dick in so many ways, but right now, that’s at the top of the list.
I’m doing the 30 day song challenge and it’s been interesting. I’ve rediscovered a lot of music that I don’t necessarily have on my playlists, but that I love. Time to make new playlists, maybe.
Work continues to be work. I’ve become a go to person for special projects, so y’know, it’s nice to be trusted. On the other hand, they’re usually a pain in the ass. I like the praise though, and hope come raise time this’ll be remembered.
One of my other coworkers and I have agreed that our managers like us because we do our jobs and don’t bitch. Holy shit, my team whines a lot. About everything. Ask them to do 20 reschedules, which take approximately half an hour, and they bitch, and half of them “don’t get to it.” I’m doing 300 reschedules a day, people. Sure, it’s boring a fuck, but our customers need to get their shit. That’s why we have well-paying jobs-so we can get our customers their shit. Otherwise, they call and bitch at our phones coworkers. Having done that job for 3 years, it sucks. I mean for fucks sake, we’re still working from home. The stores have mostly reopened, and people are stuck dealing with the public again. Enjoy going to work in your PJs and shut the fuck up.
I haven’t worn pants other than leggings in 3 months. It’s nice. When we do go back, my jeans are going to chafe.
COVID continues to be the gift that keeps on giving. I still get wheezy and need my rescue inhaler more often than usual, and sometimes, the fatigue is a real bitch. Apparently, I’m not alone in this. (Which I knew, because Jess is having the same fatigue symptoms.) A Dutch study found that up to 94% of mild cases have post viral symptoms, and report that they’re not as healthy as prior to COVID,up to 3 months later. There’s speculation that it could be triggering autoimmune disorders as well. Yay, fucked up diseases. Nature is scary as shit.
Our state just reopened for dining out at 50% capacity, and I’m thinking no, not so much. I’ll continue with takeout and DoorDash. I may well be immune, having had it, but they can’t guarantee that, so I’ll keep on acting as though I can get it again.
Just in case any of you didn’t know my stance: Black lives absolutely matter. I stand with all the protesters and am donating to charities that are working to enact change.
Furthermore, trans women are women, trans men are men, and non binary people are non binary. It’s not a hard concept. People are who they say they are, period.
I was always told I’d be more conservative as I grew up, but I’m only older, more liberal and radicalized.
Okay, I’ve rambled enough for now. Time to get some breakfast.
I’m doing the 30 day song challenge and it’s been interesting. I’ve rediscovered a lot of music that I don’t necessarily have on my playlists, but that I love. Time to make new playlists, maybe.
Work continues to be work. I’ve become a go to person for special projects, so y’know, it’s nice to be trusted. On the other hand, they’re usually a pain in the ass. I like the praise though, and hope come raise time this’ll be remembered.
One of my other coworkers and I have agreed that our managers like us because we do our jobs and don’t bitch. Holy shit, my team whines a lot. About everything. Ask them to do 20 reschedules, which take approximately half an hour, and they bitch, and half of them “don’t get to it.” I’m doing 300 reschedules a day, people. Sure, it’s boring a fuck, but our customers need to get their shit. That’s why we have well-paying jobs-so we can get our customers their shit. Otherwise, they call and bitch at our phones coworkers. Having done that job for 3 years, it sucks. I mean for fucks sake, we’re still working from home. The stores have mostly reopened, and people are stuck dealing with the public again. Enjoy going to work in your PJs and shut the fuck up.
I haven’t worn pants other than leggings in 3 months. It’s nice. When we do go back, my jeans are going to chafe.
COVID continues to be the gift that keeps on giving. I still get wheezy and need my rescue inhaler more often than usual, and sometimes, the fatigue is a real bitch. Apparently, I’m not alone in this. (Which I knew, because Jess is having the same fatigue symptoms.) A Dutch study found that up to 94% of mild cases have post viral symptoms, and report that they’re not as healthy as prior to COVID,up to 3 months later. There’s speculation that it could be triggering autoimmune disorders as well. Yay, fucked up diseases. Nature is scary as shit.
Our state just reopened for dining out at 50% capacity, and I’m thinking no, not so much. I’ll continue with takeout and DoorDash. I may well be immune, having had it, but they can’t guarantee that, so I’ll keep on acting as though I can get it again.
Just in case any of you didn’t know my stance: Black lives absolutely matter. I stand with all the protesters and am donating to charities that are working to enact change.
Furthermore, trans women are women, trans men are men, and non binary people are non binary. It’s not a hard concept. People are who they say they are, period.
I was always told I’d be more conservative as I grew up, but I’m only older, more liberal and radicalized.
Okay, I’ve rambled enough for now. Time to get some breakfast.
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Date: 2020-06-12 09:11 pm (UTC)