Boots & Kittens
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.
The business opportunities just keep on coming.
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.
Storm in Santa Fe, NM
Guess what happened next—that’s right, it rained. A lot.
When daytime gets this dark blue, you remember that the sky is just a clever disguise for Outer Space. Terrifying, terrifying Outer Space.
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.
Downside of doing my last week in New Mexico is 6am shifts, but the place sure does its part to make it worth it.
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.
Re-writing The Great Gatsby from Memory | Ballast
Stand-up comedian Kellen Powell was asked to re-write, from memory, Fitzgerald’s masterwork and the result is, well, delightful.
(via therumpus)
Say what you will about the Baz Luhrmann, it has spawned some really wonderful stuff on the internet.
(via therumpus)
In my defense, I was actually searching for an email about a Dropbox folder.
… a Dropbox folder I had 100% dropped the ball on, stop laughing, Gmail, I said shut up.



