Yeah, I know, isn't it a crying shame? I suppose that's what you all figured would happen but no, that was a joke. What follows is some rambling updates about what I’ve been up. It’s barely edited but at least ChatGDP or whatever didn’t write it. Our wedding day was really meaningful and better than … Continue reading Been married a month and already moved back in with my parents.
Author: Hetty Eliot
Fine, it was stupid I did that. (And other wedding tidbits)
So maybe writing a weepy post at two o'clock in the morning wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do. But I think someone would be hard-pressed to say that getting married and moving out isn't an emotional occasion. We've moved past it now. And my parents are annoying the heck out of me … Continue reading Fine, it was stupid I did that. (And other wedding tidbits)
Starting to panic (or, the tears of a clown)
Yeah. It's 2am in my corner of the pathetic world and I'm sitting here by myself in my room, having a cry. And I thought, why sit here crying by myself when I can go online and tell the world I am crying? As many of you know, I'm getting married Saturday. Which means moving … Continue reading Starting to panic (or, the tears of a clown)
Is this fair? You be the judge.
As you don't recall, I have had a steady upward trajectory of wage changes over the years. In fact, they have skyrocketed with my time and experience. I used to make 6.6% above minimum wage, now I make 1.5% (4/17/21) I went from 6.6% to 1.5% to 18.1% above minimum wage. (8/8/21) But it gets … Continue reading Is this fair? You be the judge.
Hoppin’ on the New Year’s Eve Post Bandwagon
Gotta try and squeeze in one last 2022 blog post just to say I did. I think I'd grade myself a B+ for 2022. Didn't accomplish great things, made no progress at work, and didn't write as much as I hoped I would (real life dramas sapped my brain--didn't wanna imagine new ones), but I … Continue reading Hoppin’ on the New Year’s Eve Post Bandwagon
Christmas as told in Santa letters
My store has a mailbox that people drop letters to Santa in. I empty it when hopefully no children are around to see. (Even though Gen Z is probably more jaded than I am, sad to say.) The letters run the whole gamut of human experience, everything from wishes for one's departed mother to laundry … Continue reading Christmas as told in Santa letters
Random craps #51: Retail Christmas Edition
One cannot overstate the deleterious effects the holiday season has on a retail worker. Did you know that holiday music has been shown to induce a months-long psychosis (four thousand versions of all I want for Christmas is my heart I gave you last Christmas... God help us all). If you think it's annoying how … Continue reading Random craps #51: Retail Christmas Edition
A sales manager walks into my office and stops. She looks at me. I look at her. She says nothing. I raise my eyebrows. "You know who you look like right now?" she asked. "No. Who?" "Amber Heard. You look like Amber Heard sitting there at your desk." "Oh. Okay." (Was it the dirty look … Continue reading Play nice.
On someone's bad advice, we went shopping at a certain clothing "boutique" to buy a suit for my fiancé. And boy did I encounter some sticker shock as soon as I walked in and made a beeline to a lovely cashmere coat: It's a little blurry, but that's almost twelve thousand dollars. Twelve thousand dollars?! … Continue reading sticker shock
It’s been a minute (random craps #785)
You know what your brain looks like on drugs. This is what your heart looks like on work: My FitBit is so proud of how I do forty-five minutes of exercise a day. Too bad it's just my heart racing. The orange peak is how I start my work day. I didn't realize I barely … Continue reading It’s been a minute (random craps #785)
I will never let you see my pain.
It doesn't matter how deep you drive your rusty hook into me, or how many times you ask me, does this hurt? and twist harder: does this hurt? I will never let you know it did. I will not accept a drop of water from you to wash myself clean of rivers of blood, the … Continue reading I will never let you see my pain.
I'm down, but I'm not out. Obviously I crapped out, but that's my fault due to poor planning and the fact I had something on my plate nearly every single night. Which really should not be an excuse because you’ll never have a clear schedule. Heck, I somehow do LESS when my schedule is clear … Continue reading Listen, y’all..
something chapter 24-27 (?)
Listen. Don't expect Shakespeare here. Chad is an idiot and it's very difficult to write chapters for someone who doesn't have more than ten thoughts a day. And this ain't getting wrapped up in three days, unfortunately, because I opened up about forty-five cans of worms and haven't addressed half of them. Chad followed the … Continue reading something chapter 24-27 (?)
Chapter 22/23 Something: Drive
Tiffany sucked her thumb as she watched Vanessa freefall down the center of the stairwell. When she was certain Vanessa wasn't moving, she wiped her mouth, further smearing her red lipstick around, and went back out into the hall to grab one of the luggage bags. She returned to the stairs and descended, dragging the … Continue reading Chapter 22/23 Something: Drive
Spent my usual writing time this evening caring for a friend who took a bad spill... Life imitates art! No ER though thankfully.
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