This is my garbage site. It's supposed to be garbage, which I'm told is
liberating. You aren't supposed to like it, or me.
I created this site because I wanted a site where I could talk about
personal shit, particularly gender politics, regular politics, and my
assorted gender issues. Goal is to write more freely/stream
of consciousness instead of trying to edit myself and play it safe. There will
be some questionable punctuation and design decisions.
"If I have peed farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of
giants."
: 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.
