Around the time that I first stumbled somewhat unwillingly onto Live Journal I was working as a secretary on the twenty-third floor of a building at Broad and Sansom. I've been paid to slit nearly rotten fish from anus to jaw; to kill crustaceans; to dig through industrial rubbish bins filled with slops gummed by the elderly, searching for lost ( Read more... )

My gods are silent and distant, and at times I hate them for it ( Read more... )

I work long hours, and that does not trouble me much. I dislike it, however, when I must rush from work to some other thing, or leave when my shift is done but there is yet more to do because I have another appointment. I run home from work or fencing in order to catch something barely approximating enough sleep before I dash off to work, or yoga ( Read more... )