Cantras @Cantras@octodon.social

Obligatory squirrel pics: the day we found them, present-day Rocket, Booboo, Sticky (the sickly one): https://octodon.social/media/D3aPu-3PKB2GsArusPI https://octodon.social/media/clDjboN_zM6T22uznt0 https://octodon.social/media/2g9SuCHsw1OCkGPzatg https://octodon.social/media/hrTWwbCkqRT-EUB1tKg

I am currently raising 3 baby squirrels and it is confirming my desire to never have children. I am sleep-deprived and grumpy from getting nothing done this weekend except feed squirrels and work on overdue client work (which is overdue because squirrels). Also I can't wait to be rid of the one that needs extra care. (Not that I want her to die! My FIL dibbed her and will take good care of her but right now she needs her brothers to keep her warm.)

Greek yogurt can be used in place of sour cream in many recipes; apparently not stroganoff.

Benevolent evil: Giving dog delicious fancy wet food, not taking it out of the plastic tray. Laughing as dog scoots the tray all across the kitchen floor, while biting at the surface of the food -- like trying to eat ice cream out of the tub with your face insteas of with utensils.

I pull a tarot card for myself in the morning because reasons, and then put it in my own words so that I can remember it later. Today's summary: dealing well with minor bullshit.

dreamt i was in some sort of dystopia and led the revolution after being tipped off that a friend killed as a child wasn't killed, rather being kept by leader. post-revolution, she excavated the area (with a small shovel and a lot of rage) and packed the leader's house with explosives and poison gas.

Signs of spring: GarageBird, HouseFrog, asparagus have arrived. YardSnake and GarageBat still not here though.

I got my husband beer and cookies and flowers for his birthday and it is adorable how touched he is. He moved the flowers to his desk! There's no room on his desk but the flowers are on it!

There is a high-pitched noise coming from outside my building and I am going to murder people. Like someone is sanding metal.

You know, now that I write it out, if they don't have enough work to keep me at full time, it's much more likely that they'd let OTHER people go and assign me their work to make up the time. I am awesome at my job but there's at least one person in my position who's on the list of people who will get fired when we have enough staff to cover their firings. I feel better now? I guess?

There's usually only about 6 hours of work in one of my 8 hour shifts, but it's usually spread pretty evenly. Last week, though, Corporate Powers That Be handed down a new workflow and today is the first day of it and it's been 6 hours straight (though I've been waiting an hour now for my last 5 minutes of work).
I'm trying to not be antsy because I have this "augh is my job going away" panic every time CPTB changes things, but this is a slightly different panic in that I... hmm.

Lastly, a friend who applied to a job nearish me on a whim -- thinking surely this job listing was incorrect because they wanted to pay much more than she makes while asking for fewer qualifications -- has had her information forwarded to the hiring manager. SO potentially she will live with us. She has offered to pay rent in lasagna which I am 100% down for but she thinks I am joking. The way to my heart is through delicious food I do not have the patience for.

Today I also did some half-hearted responsible adult stuff! I found a place on LinkedIn to mark that I'm job-hunting and it has a space for a message to recruiters so I specified that I do not want a job that involves business jargon or wearing dress shoes. I checked an editing service I had gone on leave from and found I'd have to contact my previous manager to get my account un-hiatus'd and decided this means I should be done with that. And I updated some job-search-y bookmarks.

I mean I also gave Sparkplug her usual dandelion leaves and pinch of birdseed. The grass etc was just a bonus. And I gave her an almond even though she has been skittish lately and unwilling to take it from my hand.

By request, my day: Today was just barely warm enough to reasonably have the windows open, just chilly enough that I had to wear clothes in the privacy of my own home. Alvin spent all day going "mom mom look at me mom I want to go outside mom" with a brief break to nap on me while I read, until finally he ran several laps back and forth across the house and calmed down. (Alvin is a dog and not a small child.) Sparkplug (squirrel) got a lot of dead grass, some insects, and a parsnip core.

The mental illness events tag on the Deaf event was an honest accident; someone didn't look at all the events in the list -- BUT it happened the day before my boss told me "they" had been asking him what exactly it is I do here so apparently what I do here is keep them from having to run front-page apology-retractions.

Okay allegedly #introductions are a thing here. I am a queer lady married to a dude. I am a sponge of trivia and anecdotes, and I like to write fiction but I don't feel good at it. I do feel good at editing; by God, can I bleed a red pen all over the place. I have a dog named Alvin and a squirrel named Sparkplug. I work in the media where it's my job to keep them from putting a 'mental illness events' tag on a Deaf Culture conference or using 'Netflix and chill' to mean 'tune in and tune out.'

I think what might doom me in Mastodon is that a lot of my twitter posts are news/politics RTs and silly thing retweets. I don't do a whole lot of "let me tell you about my day".