When your boss tells you “You know what? You shouldn’t take that shift and should go home and sleep instead,” I guess it means you are working too much, huh? I type this as I sit at the computer before going back to work and nearly falling asleep at the keyboard. Yay.<\/p>\n
Recent dumb shit<\/a> made me feel all whatever. Brer said “Do what you need to do to feel good!” So I took action and wore a skirt to work. I had originally played to wear this skirt while seeing Into the Woods<\/a>, but my mother freaked out at the idea. But screw it, I said. The only thing that got them used to me having breasts was just by stopping the babying of them and just doing it. I just went for it. My mother got really upset, but whatever! I went to work. Steve Jobs is dead, I hear. While I didn’t have some sort of magical affinity towards him, and I would never think of switching to a Mac full-time, there’s no doubt he had a hand in some amazing products I enjoy and carry with me every day which begin with the letter i. There’s also no doubt he was just a genius. So, you know. I’m sure he’ll be missed.<\/p>\n
\nIt was weird. Not having pockets was really weird, as well as just moving around. This is the first time I had worn a skirt for any length of time, being previously confined to nervousness locked in my room. What really got me, though, was how not a big deal it was to me. There would have been a time in my life when doing something like that would have scared the shit out of me. This didn’t. I just decided to. It felt very natural. I looked good. (Mom even admitted as such, though she didn’t want to say it because she didn’t want me wearing it or whatever.) Aleda at work even asked me what took me so long to try stuff like that. It was nice. It’s something I will do again. Though maybe not too soon, if it starts getting cold like it should be.<\/p>\n