@freya@chaosfem.tw they're just awful to their employees too... and it seems like they take people who are really eager and excited and talented and just break them :(
i could work a job that involved being dragged by a horse, but i worked bussing tables at The Old Spaghetti Factory for a few months and just could not keep up.
much respect for anyone working food service jobs.
yunno fracking? that awful thing you hear about on the news?
i worked in a frack sand recycling plant in the early 2000s. first summer i weighed in/out the trucks, the next summer i worked in the plant.
driving a bobcat is fun.
having pressurized sand+water eat through the steel casing of the factory and shooting a thin jet of water that proceeded to nearly cut through the steel supports of the factory, less fun.
climbing along the conveyor belt attached to the roof of the sand storage barn to fix the belt was the least fun of all, though.
one of my fave jobs ever was working for this iPhone fixing company.
they were just starting out and didn't have a big market presence, so their whole idea with me running this booth downtown was for advertising.
i sold phone cases and served as drop-off/pick-up location for folks.
i was given a jeep to drive around wherever i wanted, as long as i paid my own gas when i did extra driving. took that jeep out camping lots that summer...
every morning i'd drive downtown and then finagle this awkward dance of setting up a booth totally solo and parking the jeep without having everything stolen.
i learned so much at that job... just from interacting with unhoused folks. i learned that they were actually really nice folks mostly. some of them had various substance use or mental health challenges, but they were lovely and kind and even clever. i also learned that scary oilfield businessmen wearing expensive suits were complete assholes, especially to unhoused people.
one time early in my transition i said something like "oh im just being sensitive bitch" and the hottest doll i knew gave me a clap back like "sensitive bitches deserve kindness too" and idk it changed me
i started to think: why am i so worried about seeming sensitive? who benefits from me silencing my sensitivities?
the deeper i went the more interesting the answers got and it rippled out into so many things...
still working on embodying this all the time though because i am a bitch
once, my friends and i were caught by police when we were partying in the bush and they gave us tickets for underage drinking, possession of cannabis, etc etc.
for some reason i decided to give a fake name. completely on the spot i fabricated a whole fake identity, complete with a fake address.
everyone else got community service and punishment, but Keith Rutledge was nowhere to be found.
queer joy for today: reminiscing about how i asked my datemate @nova out a year ago today :heart_trans:
it's not our anniversary, though. we discussed very autistically and in extreme detail exactly what we each wanted out of a relationship and then talked about what we liked about each other. life goals. relationship goals. terminology.
we basically did a whole relationship smorgasbord...
then, in the morning, we agreed: i would be their girlfriend and they would be my datemate. :neodog_hug_cat_heart: