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idk what neurodivergent young adult needs to hear this but you are NOT supposed to give 100% at your job. I've gotten more promotions and raises since I started giving 40-60%, which my evil CEO uncle informed me is what bosses actually expect when they say 110%. My mental health has improved tremendously. I've spent 2 out of 5 workdays secretly writing my novel for the last 2 years and I've never been more respected and appreciated. Also--when you see glaring wasteful errors in the company's operating systems, say absolutely nothing! Embrace inefficiency. It is your friend in this capitalist hellscape.

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HEY YOU ARE DROP DEAD GORGE BTW JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU hope you have a good one

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Most people only drop dead once, but drop dead gorge...

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7 September

#exotic fungi #bracket

one-time-i-dreamt

not a dream

what's your MBTI type?

I'm ENFJ

what's your star sign?

I'm a Pisces, and my ascendant is Scorpio

do you have any hobbies?

I like to write, but I never publish anything

what's a song that you currently listen to a lot?

for me it's Rim Tim Tagi Dim by Baby Lasagna

OPEN THREAD - tell me about your day

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A few weeks ago, on holiday, I brought a pair of boots. They were so cool and stylish. Cute but I still felt masc in them. I wore them two or three times.

The day before we left, I noticed one of the soles was acting odd. I took a close look and realised half the sole on both shoes had come loose. I was devestated. I loved those boots. But they had been fairly expensive, and to be falling apart after a few outings was not good value.

So, begrudgingly, I took them back to the shop (little local shop, though the shoes tended to come from overseas) and explained the problem.

I'd brought shoes from that shop before and they'd always lasted a good while before developing problems (usually with the insole).

When I took the shoes back, I was thinking I'd get a refund and lose my boots. But instead the owner apologised and said she'd get them fixed and couriered down to my hometown once they were finished. Free of charge.

A week after we got back, I got a text informing me the boots were fixed. I spent the weekend excited to finally be able to wear my cool new boots (keeping in mind it's summer down here). But Monday came and no boots. I got distracted with work during the week and finally realised I had never gotten my new boots in the post. Worry turned to dread. Had they been lost? Had someone stolen them? Had she forgotten to put them in the post?

I should have texted her, i thought. And meant to put it on my list of things to do. Each time I thought about it, I worried what I should write. So I'd put it off for another time.

But, today, as I say at work eating my lunch, I got a text. My boots have arrived. Everything is right with the world. For now.

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Update!

The boots themselves!