Update time?

Update time.

Creatively, I can't really tell if I'm in a slump or not. I'm starting and dropping subjects left right and center.

RP-wise, nothing engages me, but the good news is Wales is almost back (1 or 2 more days; can't remember) so I shan't long be without entertainment on the Internet.

Work-wise, I've switched departments for good, because screw the guys at my old department.

Brain-chemistry-wise, I'm definitely in a canyon, but there are less than 20 days until I can skedaddle out of here, so it ain't so bad.

Ennui...

So my consistent RP partner gives me one last epic jam session before she leaves for a camping trip, and it's b-e-a-utiful, but from now until five...five? Five. Five days from now, I don't really know what to expect as far as the RP scene goes. Because everyone's so capricious, you know? Including me.

So I walk to the CVS next to my neighborhood with my dad to get some hairspray and Big Blue, and we're walking the dog, and he stays outside with the dog while I go in and get the shit. As I'm checking out the cash lady asks me if I want to donate a bottle of sunscreen to the troops for a dollar fifty. I guess it's kind of a good thing for all the people on the other end of this donation that I went in, because I'm the one that actually donates to these things. And I guess there is a lot of corporate bureaucracy in these things, but hey, a dollar fifty is pocket change where I live, and someone somewhere who needs it is benefiting from this, so I really don't care who else benefits along the way. Plus, the girl I loved forever until I got fixated over another girl and then met my boyfriend, well, she married a soldier, so...wait. I forgot where I was going with this sentence.

So...

So I get home, right? And somebody's interested in a dystopian RP, so we put together this nice steampunk thing, and I come up with a character, and I actually really like her. Significantly more than I like most of my characters on the first day. I may start writing little shorts about her, so if y'all see me mentioning Gloria Daymourn, that's her.

Goodness. So I was so ticked off at work yesterday...

First off, I'd like to say it's not really "work". I'm a volunteer. There is no paycheck tying me to this hospital. Quite frankly, I don't see why I didn't just leave yesterday. I had a car, a boyfriend, and about forty bucks cash on me. I could have spent the day better.

It's been piling up, really. All the stress. All the little things. Maybe if I wasn't already so pissed off it wouldn't have ruined my day. But I was, it did, and well, here I am.

So this janitor. Is trying to get a degree in psychology. Which is one of the majors I'm going into. And her thesis is about homosexuality. And how it's a choice, not genetic.

Fine if you think that. Whatever. I can't control you. But YOU can control what comes out your mouth and YOU can choose not to gay-bash in the workplace.

Some of the snippets that came out her mouth:

"How do I know it's a choice? Well, I chose to be straight. People as me how I know, well, I reached a certain point where I realized I didn't want to bed all my female friends..."

It was hard not to rage.

This is my least-favorite stereotype about homosexuality. If a straight person doesn't necessarily want to bed everyone of the opposite gender, why do people assume that a gay person wants to bed everyone of their same gender?

Y'know what? I'm done here.

I sound angry and immature right now. Well that's how I feel. Should I be responding more logically and less emotionally? Yes.

I guess maybe I'm just mad at myself for not speaking up more. But she wasn't listening to me.

She basically called me "some ignorant little girl still sucking on Mom's tit."

Actually, that's exactly what she called me.

I just...

I hate stupid people.