Hi, my name is not convexer and this is my garbage site. I created this site
because I wanted a place where I could be my full & terrible self without
worrying too hard about making a positive impression.
Topics of interest include personal shit, gender politics, regular politics,
and the modern workplace. I don’t really proofread my posts, so let me know if
I say anything that’s just wrong.
“If I have peed farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.”
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Mostly dead
This week was possibly the biggest week I’ve had at work, and also possibly
some of the worst sleep, caused less by the raw lack of time from so much work
and more by the associated stress and anxiety. And also the knock-on effects of
the coffee fuckup.
Basically, I’m working with an all-star team that’s been called in to handle
a nearly impossible task, and we have put together a plan of action that can
work, but only if we execute it flawlessly—there’s little room for error.
Because the team is so energetic—truly, some of my favorite people to work
with—I feel a tremendous sense of pride and duty to do my best for my peers
and demonstrate that I “belong” with them, and that’s where the stress comes
in: waking up randomly at like, 1 a.m. thinking: Am I doing enough? Am I pulling
my weight?
Oh, also, completely unrelated, but you know how they say that the higher you
go up in business, the higher the incidence of sociopathy? I think I met an actual
sociopath this week on a meeting.
