Actual conversation I had today:
him:
We need 25 to a stack and we have 18.
me:
So 7 more.
him:
No. 25.
me:
*calculating woman meme*
Which is a pretty apt summary
of how every single work conversation
has gone so far today.
Like, I’m one
“being corrected when I’m right”
away from binding my tits at work so at least the
pRoGrEsSiVe DuDeS
speak to me like I’m not a complete idiot.
Not five minutes later,
we go to a new stack:
him:
This has 18, so we need 7 more.
me:
*just staring at him*
—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2020 Melony Ppenosyne. Image source.
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