Mon Deus.
So...
Helen decided to quit today which caused a lot of frustration and stress for the rest of us. We're down to two and a half supervisors. We started with six. So I might not be able to go to a reunion with my friends and Derra will work the day after her birthday. I'm so sick of this. Every time someone quits their workload is slammed down on Derra and I and she has classes so ultimately I'll be doing her shifts too. I'm fucking tired of getting yelled at every time I want a day off. An afternoon off. Hell. I'd take two hours off as long as I didn't have to sit in the sun.
Apparently my neck is "lobster" and my arms are charred from working outside all day. Gogo frying oneself unintentionally.
Other than work I'm okay. Dealing and what not. I watched a sweet movie with Jenni, Holes it was just...really well put together. The plot was perfect because you could unravel the mysteries yourself.
Friday is my next official day off. I'm upset I don't get to see my friends. I haven't seen my old D&D buddies since before Christmas. Hopefully something will work out so that I can go. I'm not getting my hopes up for anything though.
I started a new character on WoW. A night elf druid, just because if you're going to have the most popular (and tiring) race you might as well suck up and go for most powerful as well (the druids). And by powerful I mean annoying. I don't think there's anythign more annoying than getting your ass kicked by a nightelf druid.
I like it though. I'm on my own little server just playing by myself. Adhering to the unspoken law that as a druid I throw charms on every stranger I pass. That's something I've always liked about other druids and shamans. They don't know you, but they raise your armour and defense every time they run past. I figured I would do the same, just because I know how much I appreciate it. I also heal people I pass when they're in battle. Go go healer elf chick. Her name is Klarath. Some of my slsk buddies might all group on one server, which would be cool. I enjoy their company.
So that's life right now. I'm going out on Friday, to get my ears pierced (once or twice, haven't decided) and then to Anton's. Eventually I'll have hoops all the way down my ears, and I'll make my own earrings, I'm thinking some metal celtic crosswork that will fit into each hole, one big earring that scrawls up my ear. I have to learn a few more skills in metal working before I tackle that project. And of course, get more piercings.
Then I'll really look like something. The people at work call me "Hardcore Sarah" now because of my appearance. I admit, it's silly. The bandana, no hair, hoop earrings, and the sleeves on my shirt rolled up over my shoulders. I look like some idiot kid trying to be tough. In reality I'm trying to keep cool. Meh.
I find without my hair, real or fake, that I am disgendered. I have a harder time trying to prove my femininity when I look as tomboyish as I do now. Apparently having breasts is not enough for me. But with the size of my work shirt it's not like they make their appearance either. I don't mind feeling disgendered, but it is rather awkward. I wonder how people take me now, how they judge me when I look the way I do. Even when I look in the mirror I wonder if I'd look the same if I were actually male. I don't have feminine features, I'm a patchwork of mismatched eyes, an out of place nose and a mouth far too generous for anyone to want but myself. I lack eyebrows (mostly) and eyelashes (a row and a half) and when the makeup comes off I look incomplete. A half-finished human. And I feel that way too. It's weird. It's not bad, because I don't remember anything different, but every now and then I stop and consider myself and end up confused.
Helen decided to quit today which caused a lot of frustration and stress for the rest of us. We're down to two and a half supervisors. We started with six. So I might not be able to go to a reunion with my friends and Derra will work the day after her birthday. I'm so sick of this. Every time someone quits their workload is slammed down on Derra and I and she has classes so ultimately I'll be doing her shifts too. I'm fucking tired of getting yelled at every time I want a day off. An afternoon off. Hell. I'd take two hours off as long as I didn't have to sit in the sun.
Apparently my neck is "lobster" and my arms are charred from working outside all day. Gogo frying oneself unintentionally.
Other than work I'm okay. Dealing and what not. I watched a sweet movie with Jenni, Holes it was just...really well put together. The plot was perfect because you could unravel the mysteries yourself.
Friday is my next official day off. I'm upset I don't get to see my friends. I haven't seen my old D&D buddies since before Christmas. Hopefully something will work out so that I can go. I'm not getting my hopes up for anything though.
I started a new character on WoW. A night elf druid, just because if you're going to have the most popular (and tiring) race you might as well suck up and go for most powerful as well (the druids). And by powerful I mean annoying. I don't think there's anythign more annoying than getting your ass kicked by a nightelf druid.
I like it though. I'm on my own little server just playing by myself. Adhering to the unspoken law that as a druid I throw charms on every stranger I pass. That's something I've always liked about other druids and shamans. They don't know you, but they raise your armour and defense every time they run past. I figured I would do the same, just because I know how much I appreciate it. I also heal people I pass when they're in battle. Go go healer elf chick. Her name is Klarath. Some of my slsk buddies might all group on one server, which would be cool. I enjoy their company.
So that's life right now. I'm going out on Friday, to get my ears pierced (once or twice, haven't decided) and then to Anton's. Eventually I'll have hoops all the way down my ears, and I'll make my own earrings, I'm thinking some metal celtic crosswork that will fit into each hole, one big earring that scrawls up my ear. I have to learn a few more skills in metal working before I tackle that project. And of course, get more piercings.
Then I'll really look like something. The people at work call me "Hardcore Sarah" now because of my appearance. I admit, it's silly. The bandana, no hair, hoop earrings, and the sleeves on my shirt rolled up over my shoulders. I look like some idiot kid trying to be tough. In reality I'm trying to keep cool. Meh.
I find without my hair, real or fake, that I am disgendered. I have a harder time trying to prove my femininity when I look as tomboyish as I do now. Apparently having breasts is not enough for me. But with the size of my work shirt it's not like they make their appearance either. I don't mind feeling disgendered, but it is rather awkward. I wonder how people take me now, how they judge me when I look the way I do. Even when I look in the mirror I wonder if I'd look the same if I were actually male. I don't have feminine features, I'm a patchwork of mismatched eyes, an out of place nose and a mouth far too generous for anyone to want but myself. I lack eyebrows (mostly) and eyelashes (a row and a half) and when the makeup comes off I look incomplete. A half-finished human. And I feel that way too. It's weird. It's not bad, because I don't remember anything different, but every now and then I stop and consider myself and end up confused.