Things I did not expect to ever see Instagrammed: surgery pictures.
Because I’m a fool, and of course this terrible thing was always going to happen, no matter what.
One more day of the Bad Job. It is a long one, a twelve-hour one. But after that, it will just a few, petty hours Friday morning where I’ve now been instructed basically not to touch anything. So I will have to move up my plan of licking all my company-owned technology before sending it back to sometime tomorrow afternoon, if I’m to properly tie up loose ends.
Boss just asked if I’d be “open” to having my exit call a few hours after my shift ends on my last day
… which is to say I typed the entire lyrics of “When Doves Cry” so that they created a beautiful acrostic poem that read “NO” as many times as possible.
Number of jackrabbits I have seen run past the window behind my computer this morning:
More than “are you kidding absolutely zero it is just the half-lit Burger King sign,” so, you know: nature.
This is my favorite of recent coverage on The Millennial Job Sads.
Realized that because I’ll be in New Mexico next week, today is actually my last day working from home in my actual home. Which is great news, because it means that my home can go back to being headquarters for eating, sleeping, and avoiding reality! But it also meant that I realized I should take advantage of the benefits of working from home, being cheap takeout and an ability to do my laundry whenever. Then I dropped some serious bills on the bike and wrote this post instead of answering emails because it is actually getting scary in there and I more or less see my inbox like that 8-minute horror movie about student debt.
Stand-up comedian Kellen Powell was asked to re-write, from memory, Fitzgerald’s masterwork and the result is, well, delightful.
Say what you will about the Baz Luhrmann, it has spawned some really wonderful stuff on the internet.