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[constance]

I've had such a shittacular couple of days, I don't even feel like whining at length about them, and I'm sure you're dreadfully sorry about that. Well, but in lieu of actual whining, I am going to say just three things:

1. If you take advantage of my good nature, you may think you're getting away with it, but I will remember, and resent you for it, for whatever that's worth. Also for what it's worth, I will resent myself more, for not just fucking standing up and insisting on my right not to be taken advantage of.



2. Please, Universe, never let me work again for a man who starts network-wide system upgrades in the middle of the day without telling anyone he's going to be doing it and does it wrongly and doesn't actually finish anyway, and then disappears for a day and a half, and leaves Other People i.e. me to clean up the mess he's made. Thank you.



3. STOP GETTING CANCER, GODDAMN IT. That is an order, folks, and don't think I won't check to make sure you're obeying my edict.

There, I'm done. I'm ready to start tomorrow, just about. But before I do, could I just ask you one favor? Could you please just tell me that I don't suck? I could really use a little encouragement of that sort, right now. And in return, I promise to tell you exactly in what ways you delight me.

Comments

[isiscolo.livejournal.com]

You do not suck at all! You are clever and thoughtful and are an awesome dioramist. Hmm, is that a word?

[tofty.livejournal.com]

If dioramist isn't a word, it totally ought to be; I'm kind of tempted to make up some calling cards that proclaim me one.

I think you are awesome for your active life, slug that I am, and for the friendly way you nurture and/or mentor fanfiction writers on your friendslist. And your house is mighty fine too.