Some Good Bitches, one Bad Bitch, &a Boss Bitch | On the JOB

"Morning, Bad Bitch," Boss Bitch hellos as she walks into the office from where she does her full-time job as both the manager of the communal-manager's office (ordering paper, supplies, etc.) and the manager of the department that is run out of the office; "Thank you so much for filling the printer paper!"

"Yea, I'm the only one who ever does it," Bad Bitch, a part-time jobber who uses the printer one time per shift responds, "cause nobody ever does anything around here."

Boss Bitch holds her breath as she waits for Bad Bitch to leave the office, and as she stands there, she takes deep mental notes about how Bad Bitch is one fucking mother-fucker of an ego, damn. Tread lightly. 

"Morning, Good Bitch," Boss Bitch hellos as she walks her opening rounds, checking in with the closers.

"Oh, Hi, Boss Bitch!" Good Bitch hellos, tired. 

"How's it going?" Boss Bitch checks in, cause Good Bitch is accommodating, to a fault, and Boss Bitch knows management really yanks her around, so she takes extra time to check on Good Bitch whenever she sees her cause she knows that Good Bitch is ripe for exploitation. Good Bitch is the opposite of a "difficult woman." She's "ideal."

"Oh, well, you know, Bad Bitch is at it again," Good Bitch informs.

"What now?" Boss Bitch inquires.

"Well, you know that they're all on a group chat without me?" Good Bitch asks.

"Oh my god, Good Bitch! No!" Boss Bitch gasps; "I mean, I know about the daily group texts from Bad Bitch, cause Good Bitch 2 has told me about them, but they also have a group text without you?"

"Yea," Good Bitch gets teary.

Boss Bitch gives her best sympathy face.

"So yea, she tells everyone in the group group text, all of us, that I do such a bad job, and that I'm worthless and stupid," Good Bitch whispers. 

"WHAT?!?" Boss Bitch explodes.

Good Bitch goes on to explain to Boss Bitch about all of the terrible things that Bad Bitch routinely texts to the group, "as if she's the manager," which ultimately makes Boss Bitch wonder, "well, but why has the actual manager allowed this to go on? and even if she were the manager, nobody can talk to you like this in the jobplace!" 

"Well, if Bad Bitch really has a problem with your job performance, she should tell Big Boss 2, like, has Big Boss 2 ever called you into the office to talk about your job performance?" Boss Bitch asks.

Good Bitch shakes her head.

"So you're saying that Bad Bitch is just harassing you over group text and calling you 'worthless' and 'stupid' in front of everyone?" Boss Bitch clarifies. 

Good Bitch lowers her head, "Yes, and I have proof."

Boss Bitch goes on to explain to Good Bitch that she needs to call HR and report the verbal harassment that is being aimed at her OVER GROUP TEXT! But Good Bitch is hesitant. She's a Good Bitch.

"Bad Bitch is indispensable, and I'm only, like, the helper," Good Bitch sniffles.

"Bad Bitch is not indispensable. No! She only jobs part-time. They're lucky that you show up! You're the one who gets called in because NONE OF THEM CAN OR WILL SHOW UP!" Boss Bitch shouts; "I'm sorry; I'm not shouting at you, I just ... like, I just have ZERO tolerance for this sorta shit. Sorry."

"No it's fine. I'm tired of this shit, too. I've even had managers here who yell in my face," Good Bitch sniffles.

"CALL HR, or I will do it," Boss Bitch demands.

"Okay, I will," Good Bitch nods; "I already told Big Boss 2 about it, though, and he said that he'd look into it." 

"When?" Boss Bitch asks.

"A few weeks ago," Good Bitch informs. 

"Gah! Okay, I'll talk to Big Boss 2, first, but then if you don't call HR, I will call anonymously," Boss Bitch threatens. 

"Okay. Thank you, Boss Bitch," Good Bitch thanks.

"It's no problem. I am happy to do it. I'll talk to Big Boss 2 in the morning, first thing, when I see him," Boss Bitch consoles. 

Good Bitch goes home, and Boss Bitch jobs her little butt off until she spots Big Boss 2 about an hour before she's done for the night.

"Morning, Big Boss 2! I have a thing to ask you about a thing, I'll be right back," Boss Bitch utters as she walks by Big Boss 2 on her way to the baler. 

Boss Bitch makes her way back to the place where she first saw Big Boss 2, "So, I talked to Good Bitch about how she's being harassed over group text by Bad Bitch."

 "When did you talk to her?" Big Boss 2 asks.

"Last night," Boss Bitch informs.

"Okay, I'll look into it," Big Boss 2 states.

"Good Bitch says that she has proof of the texts," Boss Bitch adds.

"Okay, I'll look into it," Big Boss 2 states.

"Bad Bitch is harassing Good Bitch. She called her worthless and stupid, in a group text!" Boss Bitch explains.

Big Boss 2 looks at Boss Bitch as if he doesn't know what he's supposed to think.

"Remember, this is the time when a paper trail needs to be started, if what Good Bitch is saying is true, so that Bad Bitch can be fired if she keeps it up," Boss Bitch reminds.

"When is Good Bitch coming in again," Big Boss 2 asks.

"Later today," Boss Bitch informs. 

"Okay, I'll talk to her," Big Boss 2 states. 

Boss Bitch stands taller and eyes Big Boss 2, "She called her worthless and stupid, in a group text."

Big Boss 2's body language says, Yea, but it's the week of a holiday, and I don't have the time to deal with these "women's problems."

Boss Bitch storms off, and takes her last fifteen-minute break. 

While on break, Boss Bitch taps out an email directly to HR (she knows the lady), explains what was told to her by Good Bitch, explains that Good Bitch has proof, and explains that Big Boss 2 has known for weeks, and even today, he still didn't really care. Boss Bitch reminds HR that she, herself, already has evidence of this jobplace's blatant neglect when it comes to verbal harassment. Boss Bitch ends the message by threatening to call the official HR Hotline, cause she learned, that last time she had to deal with a job-fucker that the HR Hotline goes directly to Mainland Corporate, and the HR person accidentally revealed (through weakness of mind, one imagines) that they, the Local Corporate Management, would rather have all issues remain "on island," if she knows what she means. 

Boss Bitch has said her piece, so she goes on with her life giving the issue no more thought.

And then the end of the week rolls by, and Good Bitch is closing. 

"Morning, Good Bitch," Boss Bitch hellos as she walks by with no plans of prying into Good Bitch's situation.

"Boss Bitch!" Good Bitch exclaims while gesturing Boss Bitch over to chat; "They talked to her." 

"Already?" Boss Bitch inquires.

"Yea, like the next day," Good Bitch informs.

"Really?" Boss Bitch states, genuinely shocked.

"Yea, they called Bad Bitch and our Bad Boss Bitch into the office and everything," Good Bitch informs as she relays the details. 

"Wow! That's so great!" Boss Bitch cheers. 

"Yea, and I came into the store later with my mom, and all of the Big Bosses greeted me and were so friendly, and they were like, 'Hi, Good Bitch, it's so good to see you,' and my mom was like, 'Wow, they really appreciate you here,' and I was like, 'No, mom, this is not normal, none of them have ever treated me nicely, ever'," Good Bitch explains. 

"Well, I'm happy for you! I'm so glad that Bad Bitch got her due," Boss Bitch smiles.

"Yea, and Big Boss 5 was even like, 'Oh, Good Bitch, you let me know if anyone retaliates against you; we don't tolerate harassment here'," Good Bitch laughs.

Boss Bitch refrains from a full-on spit-take and laughs a job-appropriate amount. 

"Thank you, Boss Bitch," Good Bitch thanks, teary-eyed.

"Oh my god, no problem. You're so welcome. Anytime. It's my pleasure," Boss Bitch responds, teary-eyed. 

"You really must've laid into Big Boss 2," Good Bitch thanks, impressed.

Boss Bitch shakes her head and whispers, "No, I went over his head."

Good Bitch looks shocked.

"You said you told Big Boss 2 a few weeks ago about it," Boss Bitch states.

"Yea," Good Bitch nods.

"I have ZERO tolerance for this sorta shit," Boss Bitch reiterates.

"Thank you so much, Boss Bitch," Good Bitch thanks again. 

"You're very welcome, like I said, anytime, cause I know they said to come to them, but if they're not moving fast enough, you come to me," Boss Bitch demands. 

"Thank you," Good Bitch thanks, again. 

"Thank yourself, too, cause you spoke up, and you told me about your suffering. Good job!" Boss Bitch congratulates. 

Good Bitch looks shocked.

"Good job speaking up for yourself, Good Bitch," Boss Bitch reiterates.

Good Bitch looks like she's about to meltdown into tears. 

"Have a good night, Good Bitch," Boss Bitch smiles as she gets back to her job duties. 

"You, too, Boss Bitch," Good Bitch waves.

if i may ...

[timestamps on utoob]
ALL TOLD
THIS MEAL
[Pic2]
including :: the cinnamon rolls in Pic1
[baked up first to snack on while cooking]
&the pie in Pic6
&excluding :: cookware
[minus the enormous turkey roasting pan, which we now know to be reusable!]
salt &pepper
garlic, onions &various spices
[cause we cook all the time, so we did not have to buy these things for this meal]
&the cost of electrcity
etc.
COST $64.00
[each item rounded up to the nearest dollar, along with the total]
we are grocery-store jobbers
&so
this year
we could stack multiple coupons that totaled 70% off a turkey
if we bought our company's brand
etc.
&we got a 15.5-pound bird at $2.99/lb for $7.22
so
about $55 bucks for all the other stuff
&if we had had to pay the full price for the bird
the cost would've been $95
[a meal much closer to $100 than $50]
but it didn't
lol
&with a $35 daily grocery budget
[here in honolulu]
whichever way you slice it
twas an affordable meal
[of classics-only]
especially since the food will easily last three days of main meals
[one hopes]
etc.
last year
thebodybuddy/lifemate was given a free turkey from the union
of which he is a part
*blech*
no such luck this year
those cheap-ass motherfuckers

The Reason for the Season is Sag Freedom

it's like everyone
the world over
decorates for the celebration of
Sagittariuses
lol

if you wanna pic of some body lovin'
is it weirder to take it of yourselves
or to pay to/have someone else take it?

[end note]

ootd ::

target dress [$15 in 2025]

im all about 100% cotton/linen/silk these days

(outerwear + exercise stuff excluded)

my entire wardrobe is nearly flipped over

same walmart sandals

&an "everyday" jewelry look ::

past-birthdays studs, hoops &necklace

ring [not-pictured, not-birthday]

pics :: 

the same ideology as always *iroll*

&no

context is not a "given"

FROG and TOAD

"Dear Toad,
I am glad that you are my best friend.
Your best friend, Frog."

Arnold Lobel

[end notes]

ootd :: 

walmart sunnies [$15 in 2022]

walmart t-shirt [$5 in 2025]

uniqlo khakis [~₩20,000 around 2016]

walmart sandals [$6 in 2023]

camera ::

canon powershot s95

pics ::

took only one shot

no playback

no cropping

edited only for color correction/boosting

cause ya girl's got aesthetic standards to uphold

beers ::

i only carried them long enough to snap this pic ;)

me: "maybe i'm procrastinating." bb/lm: "you're definitely procrastinating." me: "the fuck? why didn't you tell me, if you knew?" bb/lm: "you never get to procrastinate."

it is only half-true that i am "procrastinating." one half is that i am procrastinating, because he's right, i never get to procrastinate, these days, with ... everything, etc. the other half is that i have two different types of writings vying for my attention: some nonfiction regarding NOODIVERSITY &FREEDOM and a sailor's log, and for some reason i've been thinking in my mind that these two things cannot be in the same writing/post, etc., but now i've realized, like, whatever; i can do whatever the fuck i want (in this regard), and if you don't like it, fuck off, which brings me to the first sorta thing i wanna tackle with my mind and my words:

Have to 

and Supposed to

i'm approaching (porn has sorta ruined this word for me, lol) an age that is bringing me a lot of new freedoms, and with "&FREEDOM" in mind, i am finding this new-reality of aging brings along with it a whole lotta new-found freedoms. 

the ideas of "have to" and "supposed to" are becoming more clearly defined. i can more-clearly sort through what sorts of things "must be done" and thusly, need to be done and what sorts of things are "supposed to be done" but that don't necessarily need to be done. in other words, i am both more able and more confident in my ability to determine that which is "important," from my point of view, obviously, this is all about me, after all (and if you don't like it, yes, that's right, fuck off). if you want it to be about you start writing and point me in your direction; it's easy. 

what was i saying? fuck. 

yes, yes, that which you "have to" versus are "supposed to." it's a tricky thing, parsing the two, when you're "young and dumb and full of cum" (as bill maher [we'll talk about him later] likes to say), because you're both discovering the world, at large, and yourself, specifically, and since very few people actually develop quickly, it takes a beat to figure all of this "life" stuff out, and as we sail on toward the middle of this first century of this "new" millennium, life is only becoming more and more complicated, which means that the maturation time for We, Humans, is going to become longer and longer, because there's simply so much that one must "know" in order to live "successfully" on this precipice of The Future, which i like to so originally call "The Now."

as i have aged, the list of things that people say "have to" be done has shrunk and the list of things that people say are "supposed to" be done doesn't really even exist anymore. living a life of "supposed to" is to live by some script, and i've been living off-script for as long as i can physically remember, and technically, i could argue that i've been living off-script since the day i was dropped off at an orphanage in seoul, south korea, in may of 1989, but this is not about that *ugh* *sigh* *boo* *ugh*    

Aging out of Sexy

and Rage

every time i read a new headline about how "millennials [defined by me as those who were IN high school during the year 2000, which means you were either a senior graduating in the spring of 2000 or a freshmen starting in the fall of 2000 and everyone in between. that's it. period. no one else. this is the one area i allow myself to be elitist, cause it matters, and totally doesn't matter, but i will discriminate in preference for true millennials, by my definition. there, i said it.] are old," because of this that or the other, i feel an overwhelming feeling of relief, a freedom of sorts that i am no longer "young" nor thereby "hot," and i couldn't be happier. all i've ever wanted was to not-be seen. i felt very seen my entire childhood, and then i was sorta able to hide away for a few years during college, and then i fell off the map completely through my mid-twenties and most of my thirties, but now, and for the past few years, i've had a very public-facing job, and i hate it (the public-facing part). i get hit on all the time, cause i don't wear a wedding ring, cause i'm not going to lose another ring in the trash, etc., etc., etc.!, and also, it's 2025, guys, like seriously, the sexism around here blows my mind every single fucking day. just ask. i'll be honest, and then we can just be normal.

so i wear my side-part and ankle socks loudly and proudly. 

the other thing is that i'm, like, if i'm lucky, and Ladybug willing, i'll be turning forty, and nobody believes me, and it's awesome, so, i'm finding a new-found freedom in embracing my vanity. i've never taken so many selfies in my life, and i love it. i'm going full me all over my utoob channel (utoob is called youToob, after all), and it feels good, and it feels right, cause it's one thing to be beautiful when twenty and vain and hot all over the internet, but it's a whole other thing to not-look forty, and honestly, i love it even more than being hot when i was twenty, cause i've been making all of my life's decisions, and i'm doing alright.  

and i'm aging out of rage. i just don't really care. you're not really gonna get me worked up about much anymore. it's all distilled into a few things that i'm obviously not going to share publicly, cause like, why would i spill all of the ways in which to "get me," psychologically? i wouldn't, but if anyone were to read the entirety of my writing, across all of my platforms, i'm fucked. 

Marjorie Taylor Greene 

and Bill Maher

yea, she not crazy, and it's all thanks to the one surviving "straight-white-guy" whose opinion i will still consider, bill maher. i used to watch him more, and then i stopped watching cause he really was getting out of touch, but then someone must've told him, and he considered this, and he's since returned to a level of reality that i can accept. in short, he was really starting to sound like an old white man all stuck in his ways with an axe to grind about his privilege. 

also, i learned, from him, that he invites democrats onto his show all the time, and they are the ones who reject his offer, and i was like, "what the fuck?" i assumed, like he explained everyone else did, too, that he simply didn't invite democrats or whatnot. who knew that The Party, it seems, as a whole, doesn't like maher. he's a strange enemy, in my opinion, cause he's very middling, very reasonable, literally, not-exciting at all. i've basically known of him for as long as i can remember, cause he's "That Atheist," and this particular branding of his is why we (the bodybuddy/lifemate&i) even started listening to him as we were navigating our exit from the "church" and into the wilderness of "godlessness," which isn't exactly who we are, but we are not christians or worshipers/subscribers to any organized religions or unorganized religions, really; i consider us to be something more like "unaffiliated with an institution," i.e. free agents. 

don't worry, i'm not on some MTG bandwagon; i don't ride like that [literally, read the preceding sentence!], but that doesn't mean that she's crazy. it's possible to work the system, and she has, successfully, and now, she's working it again, so she's, obviously, not-stupid. she's smart, which makes her particularly dangerous, as we know intelligent women to be, so ya, she's hit my radar, and she's going to remain on my radar, cause she said a lot of not-crazy things during her time on Real Time, and one of the last things she said was something to the effect of, "Yes, this is how I see it, from my world view." 

she's woke.

guys, she's woke, and that's so much great irony that like, i like, fucking, i don't even know what to think anymore. 

yea, according to my worldview, her worldview is antiquated, old, obsolete, thereby harmful if we keep making decisions based on thinking that's literally thousands of years old. my worldview, one imagines, according to her worldview is the death of her worldview, which it is, cause that's what becoming smarter and then applying that knowledge does: it puts to death the fucked up views that are no longer helpful to our existence, as a whole, as a people on this planet, Earth, our one and only home world.

the freedom comes with the idea that here, on Empire, we are free to change our minds about our leaders, and our leaders, themselves, can change. we can like them, love them, and hate them, and when the system works, we keep them or boot them. it's easy. it's freedom. you're free, here, on Empire, for now.

Have to

and Supposed to 

how did this end up on here again? fuck. i must've put it on the list, but then didn't realize that it was already on the list, and then i opened with this one. *gah*

Role Models

and Social Media 

for as long as i can remember i've always volunteered my time. my mother made sure of it when i was young, and i'm glad she was like that. and so, when i was finishing up school in boulder, i volunteered some of my time to a group of high schoolers from their spring semester as sophomores until they graduated, and i was warned, on my first night, that i was being assigned to a group that has torn through every leader they've tried, forever, and i was like, that seems like a mean thing to say about a group of high school girls, and it's a weird thing to say if you want me to stay and meet them, but obviously, i'm a curious person so it was exactly the right thing to say to me, lol.

i met them, and we all met each other, and we were all together for the evening events, etc. it all seemed really normal to me, and i shrugged and went home. for the first few months everything was fine and seemed perfectly normal to me, and then the whole group was going on a weekend trip into the mountains during a three-day weekend. the week before the trip, we were all where we were where we have these leadership things, eating dinner before the kiddos arrived, and our leader, the leader of the leaders, did his thing and talked to us, like he does, and then he specifically shouted me out, and his shout out was about how amazing i was doing with my group, and i looked around and was like, "What?" and then he explained to the whole group about my group, and i was horrified, cause the next thing he did was that he asked me to say a few things to the group about what i'm doing, exactly, to find so much success with my group, and i was like, "What?" he repeated himself so that i could have a second to think, and what i thought was, Nothing, I don't do anything, specifically, and so, when i finally opened my mouth, i said, "I don't do anything. I'm just a facilitator," and the room went silent. and that was the truth. i didn't do anything in particular. i simply made myself available to them and their ideas. if they had an idea, i'd make it happen. if they wanted to do something, we'd do it. if they wanted to go somewhere, we'd go. this is what i told them, and i shrugged, and everyone was looking at me like i was crazy. 

as i turn forty, i understand now why those girls liked me: i was The Future; their future in particular, as a woman. if you think i am smart now, imagine what i was like at twenty. if you think i'm hot now, imagine what i was like when i was twenty. if you think i am so capable now, imagine what i was like when i was twenty. i've always been ahead of the curve, and in a world where it seems like everyone is so far ahead of you, i was only a few years older than them, and like them, i was ahead of my curve, which means that they were approximately at the intellectual level of my peers (other fellow-leaders), but i was ahead of the curve, so i was someone to watch and see, to look at in order to get a glimpse of The Future, and as a young woman, they could watch and see how i navigated the world, and so it wasn't that i was doing nothing so much as i was making myself available for them to see, to watch, to learn how to be, someone from whom you can glean some ideas about what this "life" is all about, and this is why role models are so important, because when you're a certain age, that's all you're looking for; you're spending all of your attention on "how to be!" and it totally sucks, and it's totally stressful, and it's a social prison. 

so i volunteered my time by making myself available to a few girls who were only a few years younger than me, but those years were the difference maker between girl and woman, and luckily for them, finally, a woman smarter than them (a group of smarty-pants within the larger group) showed up. 

the problem with social media is that people who are most-likely "below you" intellectually are being held "above you" as someone to aspire toward, and that's fucked up. 

Freedom to

and Freedom from 

the difference in focus will blow your mind, and it is the sort of thing that will teach you something very personal, and so, there's no point in me spelling it out for you, because you will find something completely different, because you are you.

for me, the difference is the importance: freedom to ... looks forward, while freedom from ... looks back

i dunno about you, but all i want is to look forward, cause ya, okay, some shit went down, a lot of it and waaay way back, i get it, but can we just somehow, from here now, look forward, cause whether we like it or not, The Future is here.  

MONFRI | Employees Only (the two green-foliage shirts i've had [one is an ancient 100% cotton bb/lm shirt, the other is an original 100% linen goodwill buy {see caption}], &the three other shirts ["straight-white guy," black, brown, all 100% cotton little boy's XXL] were recent finds at #walmart [five-bucks each!] &replaced a lame-ass black polo [now-backup shirt] and grey-denim button-down [that i'd rather wear not-at the job, etc.])

&then i have two pairs of black pants
polyester capri-slacks that are so cheap the polyester strands are shredding
so the pants look like they're black with little white flecks of texture
&rolled up boyfriend jeans that are about to have a hole in the crotch
which will need to be replaced soon
ugh
both from our local GOODWILL back in the summer of 2023 when we first moved here
&of course
the Timbs from spring 2023