Does anyone remember what Jezzie/GTer was talking about her issues with Essure years ago? It was an awful, harrowing experience for her that caused a huge number of health problems, and I thought of her today. Because this happened:
My best friend just moved to town (YAY!) and his good friends in NY are all from wealthy backgrounds and work in finance, marketing, etc. Friend invited me to a birthday party on Saturday, themed around ‘what we wore in high school’. The invite specificially calls out Hollister and Abercrombie, layer tanks and denim…
Someone wrote into Polly at The Cut, asking why they were so lazy when they knew they were so capable. Why do they procrastinate, do the bare minimum to get the best possible result when it’s more stressful than just doing the work in a normal timeframe, why they’re messy and unmotivated, and it was as if I had…
I know I’ve been pretty absent lately, but I’ve just been lurking since my breakup with Mr. PKB.
As Ma Ingalls said, “It’s an ill wind that blows nobody good.” It’s been a tough eleven days for most of us, after a tough year and a half, and like many of you, I’ve been fucking triggered by the gaslighting of this abusive partner of an incoming administration, and every day brings a new nightmare. With all that,…
Money is not super, but they have a great internal promotional track record, bonus structure and EXCELLENT benefits, which will kick in after the temp period is over in a couple of months. (Of course the start time means Mr. PKB will have to take care of a couple of my bills til first paycheck, but whatever.)
Went out last night, had three drinks over four hours. I feel like crap today, because apparently I can drink three glasses of wine but not have a Laphroig and two gin martinis.
First, the story of my thumb:
Either they’ll do the right thing and fire me, or I’ll resign. Children, that’s what happens when you spend 30 minutes telling your dedicated manager that she is a lazy, ungrateful slacker with a bad attitude. In front of the other manager. And staff. And customers.
Please ignore if you wish to avoid innanity.
Picture will be relevant, but also: Thor.
LOTS of navel-gazing below, skip ifn you don’t care about those things, because this is a lot of processing noise:
So after a super-difficult summer (death, fire, bedbugs, et al), I stumbled upon this beautiful fucking apartment two days ago on craigslist. So perfect as to be a feverdream, and when I actually saw it at the open house today, I almost cried because it was even better than I expected.
Mr. PKB says that bacon is the lazy person’s chowdah seasoning and ruins all clam chowdahs. Also, Manhattan is NOT superior.
So beyond this, it appears that only my bed at the hotel for the memorial had bedbugs. And I brought one home with me. (PLEASE GOD IT’S ONLY ONE.)
First of all, didja miss me? I was on vacation for ten days, going to a couple weddings close to the Homestead, staying with the fambam, and slowly losing my mind. But also I went on a pretty mountain!
Today was a bad day. Just to give y’all a heads up.