So I just had someone try nearly every means available to get me to send a truck to pump less than our minimum for delivery, to his private yacht currently at the other end of the channel. The informed answer - which I have no power to decide for our company or driver no matter how much my inner 10 year old will do anything to make the angry adult go away - is we don’t provide that service. Can I just say this jumped heavily on some of my classism, with big lawn cleats?
Ph - stress
While snacking on the remaining blueberry scone - so not really something that should have pulled a crown loose - the crown they recemented Monday came off. So… lucky that wasn’t yesterday or during my original plan to be social today (abandoned after yesterday sucked). BUT. Even slightly younger me would have been emotionally annihilated by this weekend, as it is everything’s hit like a 12 lb sledgehammer to the noggin.
Unfortunately I grew up in this place of “people we value get safety and comfort and the rest of y’all get fucked,” and neither the broader society’s ever-increasing price barriers, reactionary elitism, or being in a fandom deeply divided by class lines, helps me chill out.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.