UPDATE: I totally forgot this part but it perfectly illustrates how the boss thinks of the associates. Let's say she doesn't like "John" (because John probably is over fifty-five and keeps his head down because he's, you know, working). She'll refer to all associates she doesn't like collectively as "the Johns." Isn't that nice? Many … Continue reading Meanwhile, at the ant farm…
Exclusive, salacious interview with—me!
I talk to Hetty Eliot, a blogger who writes about her experiences of academia and working in a retail store, while also entertaining her readers with short stories occasionally.Interview with Hetty Eliot, a Blogger — Muse of Eagle Blogger Tanish from Muse of Eagle was kind enough to interview me on his blog. Please check it … Continue reading Exclusive, salacious interview with—me!
Aaahahahahahahahaha
Now, I'm supposed to be on a break but I have to share this with you because it's just too funny. During my check-in with my supervisor, she asked me what she could do to help me further my career goals. We are on very friendly terms and have a good rapport, so it's a … Continue reading Aaahahahahahahahaha
Need to take a break.
I decided that I've got to take a bit of a hiatus from here. It's not because of my job--despite making less money than if I were to volunteer, my job is fairly decent right now. I would never allow my job the satisfaction of getting in the way of my blog. I just can't … Continue reading Need to take a break.
“Who the Hell Knows?” turns 2
Yes, friends, on this very day the micropimple blog known as "Who the Hell Knows?" turns two years old. I try to avoid looking at my actual blog as much as possible so I'm not actually certain whether the title has a "?" or not at the end. Let me know. (Apparently it does have … Continue reading “Who the Hell Knows?” turns 2
I finally did something intelligent…
I deleted the Reddit app off my phone.* There was a bridge too far for me which prompted this, and I wrote out a whole screed as to why I did this, but it was very political. And I hate talking about politics. When I tell people that, (if they know) they say "But I … Continue reading I finally did something intelligent…
Goodbye 2021…
I wanted to say something profound about the past year, about all my accomplishments and wisdom; or, more characteristically of me, about all my miseries and failures; but really I can barely remember the year. I had Covid and wrote some stories. Tonight I just want to close the book softly and lay it aside … Continue reading Goodbye 2021…
Happy Birthday, Mr. So&So
A fictional story Do you remember the old church next to the school where I met you? I don’t go anymore, not for many years, but someone told me that there was a feast day celebration, and I realized it was your birthday. I thought to myself, well, if this isn’t auspicious, what is? So … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mr. So&So
Three days before Christmas
Just a self-indulgent blogger life ramble post, comments disabled so you can feel free to skip. I have nothing left to give, I'm bled dry, I can do nothing but whine. I mean this in the gentlest way possible but I don't want your sympathy, I'm no more important than a whoopee cushion... A whoopee … Continue reading Three days before Christmas
Get your mangers here
A Christmas poem And the angel declared unto us,"Mangers! Get your mangers here!"Be it done unto me, I said, give me a mangerSo I bought myself a mangerIt looked easy enough to assembleAnd I tossed the instructions to the sideSome wooden slats and a few nailsHow hard could it be?But it wasn't very comfortableGave me … Continue reading Get your mangers here
I Never Made Lunch For Mother.
A story I. It is early spring. Sunbeams and a soft breeze drift through the open window and settle on my quilt. Last night’s cup of chamomile tea is half-empty and ice cold. The tea is not the only thing in the room that’s cold. I have just awakened. I lie in bed in the … Continue reading I Never Made Lunch For Mother.
Ranch houses and cherry blossoms
A random poem. Sorry I can't be who you thought I wasI won't say who you wantedBecause I don't knowAnd that's the whole problemYellow ranch house and telephone wiresCrumbling stairsAnd an ancient carI just can't understand itCryptic blossoms, less than one percentCyber distance I still rememberPerplexedBecause I have a cherry treeWith blossomsBut no cherries.
Addicted to a waste of life.
[I'll get the update crap out of the way quick. At the outset of November, I was hoping to achieve a revision of a work-in-progress, but I quickly realized that it would necessitate a change from third-person perspective to first. While a big project, I wasn't daunted or disappointed--it's just big. I made a lot … Continue reading Addicted to a waste of life.
We’re overdue for a retail rant!
Howdy! If you're sick of all the Thanksgiving GIF's, enjoy a commercial break by reading a rant from a retail worker during one of the most hellish weeks of the year! It's gonna get ugly. First, can't really report any good news on my editing project. During this time of year in retail, pretty much … Continue reading We’re overdue for a retail rant!
Mortality lingers.
The talented blogger known as "Jewish Young Professional" (not a dating site) recently wrote about a turning point in her life when her grandfather passed away. It caught my attention and I was moved by it because the death of a grandparent was such a turning point for me as well. So I thought, why … Continue reading Mortality lingers.
Who the Hell Knows? 