Sometimes I kind of feel sorry for misogynists who try to troll me. Because, Firstly, I talk down to them so hard they must feel like naughty toddlers, but the minute one of them tries to sexually harass me, I report them so hard it’s not funny.
I was my stepfathers punching bag for years. Fuck all of you, I have no time for boy tantrums over spilt fucking milk.
Two amazing things happened at work today
1 - When I arrived at work, workmate told me that a lady had come in to thank me for sticking up for her daughter on Saturday! Turns out she was the daughter of someone who owns a cafe in the centre, and yeah! So unexpected and not necessary, but lovely nonetheless!!!
2 - A regular customer came in and I complimented her outfit (it was amaze), and she said “I love yours today as well! But, you always look stunning and stylish”.
Cue stupid smiling for like 10 mins because… yeah….
so, after work today we went to the chemist to grab the kid some dairy free food (they have a strangely amaze range). This guy was bullying the girl at the counter over the store’s eftpos policy - in front of his son.
After a few minutes, it was CLEAR he wasn’t going to quit, so I ended up stepping in and asking why he thought it was appropriate to treat her so rudely for just doing her job - at which point her turned on me, which I was fine with because I can tell him to fuck off - she can’t. After about a minute, and him getting more aggressive he asked me why I was raising my voice and told me to calm down and I thought fuck this you misogynist Fucknut. NO-ONE bullies a teenager doing her job, and then has the right to fucking tell me to calm down when i pull him up on his shitty behaviour. So I pushed in front of him so I could get served at the counter and ignored his tantrum. I think he said something, but I was more interested in apologising to the girl for creating a scene and making sure she was OK.
Afterwards, the kid said she was afraid the man was going to hit me because of the way he was acting and speaking to me. But she was really proud of the way I stuck up for the employee from a bully, and said she feels sorry for anyone who tries to bully me because I won’t have anything to do with it.
He threw a fucking tantrum… OVER EFTPOS.
Kid - Mum! you ate all the flavours of vege chips EXCEPT THE ONES I HATE WITH ALL MY HEART!!
Me - oh… i thought they were your favourite, so I left them for you
Kid - *indignant stomping*
waiting for my phone to charge so i can start calling dodgy lenders….
BAHAHAHAHAH THE ACADEMIC WANK I NEED TO TRANSFER INTO LAY LANGUAGE
Stage 1: Exploring the representation of experiences of eating disorders through craftivism
The first stage uses social praxis to interrogate collaborative, participatory craftivism. This involves assembling submissions that take the form of patchwork pieces understood as narratives, that, when collated, represent a community or group. This stage examines how craft practice enables sufferers to anonymously use their non-verbal voice to illustrate their experiences to a wider community in a safe environment free from perceived conflict and anxiety. It will adopt forms of social praxis by accepting and collating textile patches from volunteer contributors, employing processes of stitching, embroidery, and patchwork appliqué, as well as ink and paint directly applied to fabric, using the lived experience of eating disorders as the context. Craft, specifically embroidery, fosters a mindful evolution of thoughts enabling participants to work through experiences in cognizant and embodied ways (Horne 2002; Morton 2011, 322; Carocci 2010).
The process through which experiences of eating disorders are assembled to form the representation of a group’s experience, and the capacity of this to produce new ideas, insights, and promote social change is understood through Paul Ricoeur’s account of narrative arc or triple mimesis (Robson 2013; Steele 2003; Alberto de Carvalho 2012). Mimesis I addresses everyday experiences or the prefiguring of “the world of action”, including its symbols, structures and characteristics (Ricoeur cited in Steele 2003, 426). Mimesis II mediates those experiences, configuring them as narrative (Ricoeur cited in Steele 2003, 426; Alberto de Carvalho 2012, 176-7). Mimesis III involves the reader’s response, calling on them to refigure the narrative (Alberto de Carvalho 2012, 177). In stage one, the creative project addresses prefiguring through the submissions, and configuration through the assemblage of the quilt. The exploration of refiguration occurs in stage 2 through a creative response to the configured experiences in stage one.
copywrite - Jess Dyball
Supervisor has said she can spot some typo’s spelling errors in ethics forms. I have spent a week reviewing and STILL can’t find them (except for an errant “too”). Because of the way the forms are structured you can’t spell check them, so now i am copy pasting them and making word do it for me.
A WEEK. THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION. am open to someone else proofing it for me =)
re rewatching walking dead for commission. I still can’t quite capture Daryl.
I want to hurt Shane so much. like.. dude, you do not deserve to ever have sex. You sir, are a dick.
forever annoyed by my boobs.
god. whose idea was it to give me boobs? I dont want them. I want a nice solid B Cup.
My baby is home again today, and I have to work. I wish we could afford for me to just… stay home with her and take care of her, you know? I am finally in contact with her teacher to keep her on top of school work. My teaching degree will come in handy, yes.
My stupid tooth hurts and my brain is all foggy again from painkillers ffs, and I can’t eat again because pain. This is not what i wanted. Weight is starting to fall off and it is a slippery slope from here. The Dr yesterday wanted to weigh me, and I told her only my treatment team were permitted to do so. When discussing my high blood pressure, she said “you definitely aren’t overweight, so you don’t have to worry there”, and I felt so weird because it is the first time a health professional has mentioned my weight in so long, and I was torn between fuck you and fat, and the triumphant smile of a fucking disease. which has claimed my beautiful statuesque height and my straight teeth. fuck you asshole.
ANYWAY. Ethics is back from the supervisor. again. couple more changes, recheck from super team and then submit bitches. hopefully the project will be online after that. Every change I make is for the safety of people who submit, so it is a long road, but… I’m glad we are here.