The 4 stages of a day off;
- Identify day off. (It’ll be Wednesday!)
- Identify all the shit you need done before the next following workday (laundry, meal prep, shopping)
- Get all that shit done between now and then (looks like I’m shopping Monday afternoon, meal prepping Monday night, hitting “start” on laundry Tuesday afternoon after getting home and throwing work clothes in)
- Day off!
This post brought to you by treating my ADHD with prescribed stimulant medication (and my refusal to take it on days off, even if that means I sleep all day because I’m all unfocused).
I’m not trans.
I hate my legal name. I will change it when I’m ready to do the paperwork. Until then, everyone calls me the name I prefer.
I would have been a thorn in this teacher’s side. I’m not answering to that name, asshole. I’m not writing it on any documents. I’m allowed to tell you what to call me for whatever reason I want. My mother’s best friend, who I was named for, was an abusive fucking cunt to me and every time you say her name I’m reminded of her.
What a douche. Stop policing names. The only names worth policing are the ones that are remarkably dumb.