It’s been a good few days.
I’ve been getting more variety at work. I got a lot of one-on-one time with my manager and with my shift leader, who each showed me around and taught be to do different things besides wait on customers on the counter all day. It was great to get off the counter, to be utilized elsewhere, and to learn new stuff about a department I’ve worked in for almost 4 years.
I talked with my dad and told him his expectations are far too high and cause way too much pressure, which makes dealing with everyday life with anxiety to be that much harder. I told him how he could help, what he could do, what a day in my life is like, and what an anxiety attack feels like.
The day after I had a long-procrastinated dentist appointment, a happy meeting with my therapist, a day hanging out with my bestie, and I finally got my septum pierced!
Today I got to do some interpreting! I just got to work and was on the was to my locker when I passed one of our employees, Reggie, who is Deaf, and our store manager. They both started talking to me at once, and it took me a second to figure out they were both asking for my help communicating. Turns out Reggie is retiring next month after 25+ years with the company and our manager wants to throw him a party/take him out to lunch. She wanted to know where he wanted to go, who he wanted to invite, that sort of thing. Afterwards I got to chat with him a little and learn more about him, which was great.
After tomorrow if my first real day off since Friday, then I get to go see Book of Mormon in Boston with my bestie. After that I spend a week with Zach down in Providence, then we both go to Connecticut for my cousin’s First Communion, where he’ll meet most of my family for the first time.
Good times are here everyone.
Just a thing to prove to my mom.
Please reblog if you’re a girl and you don’t shave your legs/arm pits, or you’re a girl who does shave her legs/arm pits, but doesn’t think any the less of others that do not or if you’re a guy who doesn’t care if a girl shaves or not.
If I get enough reblogs, I’ll show this to her, and maybe it will be enough to convince her to stop telling me to be ashamed of my body’s natural functions just because I’m a girl.
I find shaving to be an annoying and frustrating lesson in futility. I like shaving because I like the end result: the feel of soft smooth skin on my legs. Often one can tell I’ve shaved because for the next 2 hours I’ll frequently rub my legs together like a cricket. But in 5 hours or so, I’m prickly like a cactus. I decided the amount of work I had to do to shave all that hair, and so often, was not worth the result, so I stopped shaving in October. Legs and armpits both.
My deodorant is still effective, my legs are fuzzy and soft, and my boyfriend hasn’t left me. He doesnt care that my legs and pits look more like his than any female model you’ll see in a magazine.
Tell your mom to stuff it, cause it’s your body, not hers.
”If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.
Something flickered in Black’s shadowed eyes.
”Lie down,” he said quietly to Ron. “You will damage that leg even more.”
”Did you hear me?” Ron said weakly, though he was clinging painfully to Harry to stay upright. “You’ll have to kill all three of us!
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, or That One Time Fourteen Year Old Ron Weasley Stood On His Broken Leg To Tell A Convicted Murderer He Would Go Down Fighting For His Best Friend’s Life.
#SOMETHING FLICKERED IN BLACK’S SHADOWED EYES #YOU KNOW WHAT THAT WAS?#THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SIRIUS WOULD HAVE SAID THE SAME FOR JAMES AND VICE VERSA #AND THAT HARRY HAD FOUND EQUALLY LOYAL FRIENDS AS HE HAD IN JAMES AND REMUS #I will fling myself from a cliff (via dearprongs)