On leave! Cold, Halloween, moving, etc...
Oct. 31st, 2021 10:07 pmI have a cold, and I'm on leave from work.
Do you even remember colds? I barely do. It's where your nose feels stuffy, and your throat a little funky, but you're not scared that you're going to die or make anyone else die. A very strange phenomenon that I last experienced at least a year and a half ago. And yes, I'm sure it's not covid -- I have a Cue device at home now, thanks to Zillian, and it came back with a negative result for both me and a certain squirrel who definitely gave me this thing.
I could talk about work, but I basically just wrapped things up and handed them off this week. I do need to log in tomorrow, as a few administrative things didn't go through in time and my ex-boss didn't give enough of a shit to press a button to release my performance score. Auto-release is tomorrow. I intend to look at it long enough to see the "Meets Expectations" and then not bother to read the text, because fuck you anyway Karen (her name isn't Karen). So work was straightforward.
The adventurous part of my week was really helping Helios and Perse move. I spent Tuesday evening helping to pack and move a bunch of clothes (bug: "do you have any good date night plans?" Me: "uhhhhh."), Thursday providing shelter and a weighted blanket to a melting-down squirrel while the movers did their thing and I had work meetings, and all day Saturday assembling furniture at their new place. I like pitting my will against flat-pack instructions, but, even more than that, it was good to be part of the productive chaos. They've been so incredibly good to me that I feel real compersion about getting them set up nicely, and they are 100% welcome to my manual labor until the last cardboard box is banished.
There are other things, small things. A really good talk with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heisenbug on Thursday about Chapter 8 of Polysecure, a re-read of Calvin & Hobbes in which I blinked a little bit at the suicidal snowmen (those wouldn't get published today), a really strange cherry cider whose every sip started off normal and then changed to tasting like white wine on the tongue. Looking out at a hard rainstorm from the coziness of an outdoor tented table at Season to Taste, sipping that cider and eating duck leg. Trying out my new workout program from the Aussie coach.
Also, happy Halloween! I did nothing for it. Flat-out nothing. I will offer you a spooky song though, which is exactly what last week's feminist book about horror was about! It's all there -- a fantastic beat, and a girl whose sexual desire is both dangerous and a sign that she's "funny in the head".
Poor Helen, daring to be sexual and (worse!) to want a specific guy. Terrifying for sure.
Do you even remember colds? I barely do. It's where your nose feels stuffy, and your throat a little funky, but you're not scared that you're going to die or make anyone else die. A very strange phenomenon that I last experienced at least a year and a half ago. And yes, I'm sure it's not covid -- I have a Cue device at home now, thanks to Zillian, and it came back with a negative result for both me and a certain squirrel who definitely gave me this thing.
I could talk about work, but I basically just wrapped things up and handed them off this week. I do need to log in tomorrow, as a few administrative things didn't go through in time and my ex-boss didn't give enough of a shit to press a button to release my performance score. Auto-release is tomorrow. I intend to look at it long enough to see the "Meets Expectations" and then not bother to read the text, because fuck you anyway Karen (her name isn't Karen). So work was straightforward.
The adventurous part of my week was really helping Helios and Perse move. I spent Tuesday evening helping to pack and move a bunch of clothes (bug: "do you have any good date night plans?" Me: "uhhhhh."), Thursday providing shelter and a weighted blanket to a melting-down squirrel while the movers did their thing and I had work meetings, and all day Saturday assembling furniture at their new place. I like pitting my will against flat-pack instructions, but, even more than that, it was good to be part of the productive chaos. They've been so incredibly good to me that I feel real compersion about getting them set up nicely, and they are 100% welcome to my manual labor until the last cardboard box is banished.
There are other things, small things. A really good talk with
heisenbug on Thursday about Chapter 8 of Polysecure, a re-read of Calvin & Hobbes in which I blinked a little bit at the suicidal snowmen (those wouldn't get published today), a really strange cherry cider whose every sip started off normal and then changed to tasting like white wine on the tongue. Looking out at a hard rainstorm from the coziness of an outdoor tented table at Season to Taste, sipping that cider and eating duck leg. Trying out my new workout program from the Aussie coach.Also, happy Halloween! I did nothing for it. Flat-out nothing. I will offer you a spooky song though, which is exactly what last week's feminist book about horror was about! It's all there -- a fantastic beat, and a girl whose sexual desire is both dangerous and a sign that she's "funny in the head".
You come home from school
To find her naked in your bed
Everybody always said
Helen's funny in the head
Threw her class ring
To the voices in the trees
Keep an eye out good
Cause Helen's in the woods.
Poor Helen, daring to be sexual and (worse!) to want a specific guy. Terrifying for sure.
