The day I converted from contractor to employee at my company, I started marking off vacation on the calendar. I get four fucking weeks. And also additional sick, personal, and floating holiday time. Is this real life?

I agree. They’ve become these guys:

I’m in my 40s too and toy with the idea of revisiting as well. But I no longer have my 90s body and I think my “in my 40s” body would look, at best, like a denim sausage.

It’s all fun and games until you fling one of your straps into a toilet. I lived in overalls in the 90s. Toilet straps are totally a thing.

Absolutely. My first thought was “How many faces ago was this?”

If you were not baked off your fucking face for the entire duration of this, I am disappoint.

I’m skim milk. Watery, white-blue, and overall unappealing.

A toast to my hysterectomy!

Looooooooooooove you for this. I’ve been spiking plain oil for years (thanks for the electric skillet, mom!) and using it to make box baked goods with occasional additions and modifications. I make a mean gooey caramel centered, dark chocolate wownie.

I’m at the point now where I just throw my hands up and make “ahh fuck it” face most of the time. I just wound up in Texas; I didn’t really actively pursue it. Now just saving my coins till I can leave.

to be honest, the working out only started relatively recently and generally really only because it’s now free through work and I can’t justify NOT doing it. So you’ve got lots of months of wine to catch up on if you’re going by my own personal schedule. :-)

Or have mothers who require any sort of government assistance.

I’m often guilty of not “showing my work” in my comments. You’re in company at least. (You decide if it’s good or not.) :)

First thing I did was double-triple check to make sure HTX (sorry, I’m not a HOUer cos that’s an airport) went blue, even though I knew that it did because I live here too. When’s the next protest?!

Make sure you practice self-care. I know that’s cliche, but you have to or you’ll exhaust yourself into oblivion. I nuked my FB account the day after the election. I’ve never looked back. I take breaks from news, twitter, internet, etc. pretty frequently. I’ve started working out (which is just downright weird…

I’m just a ball of feelings today, sorry. I don’t want to be the “NOT ALL TEXANS!” person. Hell, I don’t even consider myself a Texan, I just fucking live here. But because of that, I feel like I always need to distance myself from its fuckery.

This is still one of the most disheartening and enraging things I took away from this election. I still don’t really know how to get over it.

I live in Texas and politically, this fucking state tends to embarrass the shit out of me. I do feel like I need to at least address the “Texas voted for Trump” thing on behalf of those of us in Texas who aren’t fucking morons. Texas is a big state. You can drive for 24 hours straight and never venture outside…

If I were to voice (or, fuck forbid, put in writing) my true thoughts and wishes/fantasies for this entire administration, I’d be disappeared so quickly, it would leave a cartoon cloud behind.