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So I've been out of work for almost a week now, which would explain the lack of posting. Let me unpack that. When I'm not working, I feel vaguely useless and full of whinge, and so, to avoid sounding too emo to those who aren't around me all the time and used to my inherent emoness, I don't talk to the internet. It seems kinder, that way.

But! As it happens, I made arrangements today to have a job. I start Monday. All is well in the world.

I was reading a book that agrnmn lent me today, called God's Debris. There is a bit in it which is largely unrelated to the main point of the book in which one of the characters tells the other that the secret to being a man and talking to women is that you have to know that women want you to sacrifice things for them, whereas men want to feel useful. I think that's bullshit. Last time I checked, I mostly wanted to be useful, and also, last time I checked, I had a vagina. I'm pretty sure that having a vagina is the sort of thing that qualifies one as "woman" in the minds of people who are prone to divide the human race in half according to gender. But there you go. I tend to think that most things that people say which include the phrases "men are/women are" or "men want/women want" are bullshit, though, just as a general rule.

Anyway. The point is: yay, job. I'm currently reframing the whole unemployment incident in my head as an elaborate way to ensure that I had enough money in my pocket come Saturday to buy Tool tickets.

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So I've been out of work for almost a week now, which would explain the lack of posting. Let me unpack that. When I'm not working, I feel vaguely useless and full of whinge, and so, to avoid sounding too emo to those who aren't around me all the time and used to my inherent emoness, I don't talk to the internet. It seems kinder, that way.

But! As it happens, I made arrangements today to have a job. I start Monday. All is well in the world.

I was reading a book that agrnmn lent me today, called God's Debris. There is a bit in it which is largely unrelated to the main point of the book in which one of the characters tells the other that the secret to being a man and talking to women is that you have to know that women want you to sacrifice things for them, whereas men want to feel useful. I think that's bullshit. Last time I checked, I mostly wanted to be useful, and also, last time I checked, I had a vagina. I'm pretty sure that having a vagina is the sort of thing that qualifies one as "woman" in the minds of people who are prone to divide the human race in half according to gender. But there you go. I tend to think that most things that people say which include the phrases "men are/women are" or "men want/women want" are bullshit, though, just as a general rule.

Anyway. The point is: yay, job. I'm currently reframing the whole unemployment incident in my head as an elaborate way to ensure that I had enough money in my pocket come Saturday to buy Tool tickets.