Writing this in my cubicle at work right now. Working an office job is nice like that sometimes.
Like, don't get me wrong. I'm not supposed to be editing my Neocities site while I'm on the clock,
but I don't get paid enough to be a complete stickler for the rules and none of my supervisors get paid enough
to check everyone's internet history on the office computers. Maybe I'm kidding myself and I'll be fired for it
one day.
There are basically three kinds of people in this office. The first is the "normal people". Just your average Joes:
The kind of person you talk about the weather with around the water cooler. We have a guy that works here who used
to be a tour guide at a museum. He rocks. He always checks in on how my cat is doing and I'm always thrilled for a
reason to show her off. I get along well with pretty much all the normal people. They respect my name and pronouns
and stuff and I'm kind of a wiz when it comes to making idle small talk and playing the social game that comes
with working in an office environment.
The second group of people in the office are the Karens. For lack of a better word, that's what they are. The category
includes men and women, but usually of a certain age bracket. These people are honestly fine for the most part.
Like, they get along with some of the people in the office and they generally seem like good workers. But there's something
about the way that they avoid looking me specifically in the eye that I can't help but take personally. The worst one of them
actually quit recently, but she was such an asshole that it just soured the vibe and put my guard up for anyone who is even
a mild version of her. Like my current nemesis. She's probably in her late 60s or early 70s. I said "bless you" when she sneezed
the other day and she didn't even say "thank you" back even though she was literally in the cubicle next to me. I think when you
work a boring office job you have to make up drama in your head to keep yourself from going crazy.
The last group, the one I'm in, is the queers. I don't want to be biased, but this is defo the best group. If this place is ever
gonna get unionized, it'll start with the queers. I'm not really sure what the "normie" group thinks of this, but the Karens are
fairly easy to read on it. It's nice to have a little community in the office that just gets it.
When I was a kid, I used to dread the idea of working a desk job. It's the stereotypical corporate burnout line of
work, after all. But, after working a couple retail and manual labor jobs, I couldn't feel luckier to be working
at the desk job I used to swear I'd never stoop to.
Anyway. I recently picked a book back up that I had started reading a few months ago. It's called Nevada by
Imogen Binnie. It's SO fucking good. It's about a trans girl named Maria who lives in NYC and has a classic
★existential crisis★ and turns her life upside down. It's really good. I need to get back into reading more often.
It feels good to finally write a good proper blog post. I want to actually use this website and not abandon it like my last one.
Thanks for reading this shit. Here's a draft of a dog I'm practicing drawing. It's me!
-Willow
