disturbing that it's fall already.

Vinegarette would be a pretty badass name ngl. Can't think of a last name though. It's bitchy and gross and I want to fit formald ehyde somewhere in there."Vinny Formaldehyde Vinagerette" as a full name.

"This webpage doesn't fit that vibe at all."

No it doesn't. :(

It'd be a grey webpage with emerald green accenting. grey like driftwood. many different textures and shapes but without a flashy color pallette.

Work is so fucked up. I don't want my entire life to be taken up by holding down a job. I want my name to be Vinegarette and have green hair and a grey outfit that's trying hard to not look like it's trying hard.

I don't even think I'm spelling it right.

There was actual drama at my job today. The admin accidentally posted in the all chat that someone has terrible fashion sense. The poor new girl was completely shook--I looked over and saw her staring at the comment for a long while. And there's no way it'd be her, (she's really pretty) so I told her it wasn't. I also told her, "We can just make the comment about me, it's ok." (I can fight these gen X bitches.)

The admin came in later and said the comment was about Mold Woman because she unfortunately didn't quit her job after her two week vacation. This is understandable. To recap, Mold Woman is the person who threw me under the bus with a pissed off client within a month of me working here. I think the office vindicates me.

Unfortunately, I have about 45 minutes to kill before I go home. My boss doesn't let me move on to other assignments without talking to her half the time, so once the shit in the current day's pane is done, everything's done.

I think it's stupid, but I guess it forces me to slow down, instead of sprinting due to low grade anxiety. No one else really gives as much of a fuck. I'm unfortunately always giving a fuck when I shouldn't.

Yeah it's odd. I finish early, but I'm also too slow. Try to always have work to do, but wait until tomorrow to do the work. Everything's fake and two-faced at these places. None of my accounting skills are complained about though, which I think means I'm meeting the bar.

This is the grand question that settles all anxiety: "Will my job be threatened because of this?" If no, don't give a shit. And it's been no 99% of the time. Only had a false negative once.

Sometimes you don't even get to ask yourself the question because someone decided to lay you off behind your back.