Return of the Squeak

Having already done so much work yesterday, I was able to finish distributing before 8. And then I remembered Wednesdays aren't my day for eservice anymore, it got swapped to Friday. Meh. Another stellar workday, and I even took the mandatory harassment training video. I *detest* being forced to sit and watch something. Just give me the workbook and the test, I'll have it done in a few minutes. More than that, it was programmed so that if you swapped tabs, it would stop. Fortunately, it only stopped for tabs, not new windows, so I just moved it to its own window and continued working. Silver lining, though, they specifically addressed LGBT (specifically the T) rights. That being such a recent and tentative victory, it's great to see.

I was finally out of FB Jail, and on a Wednesday, so a perfect time to start Wonder Wednesdays. I used sudden shifts in musical tone to great effect. Like Fiona Apple & the Blow speaking individual lines instead of singing them, or even Tori Amos's tonal shift saying "don't worry so" in Space Dog. Possibly a little too out there for a WW, and most people were just happy to have me back. A few were interested in the DFEH complaint. My interview for it isn't until July, so I'll just try to not get tossed in again before then. I was going to try to also post to the Music Group, but there had been several posts with little to no attention in my absence, so I made sure to go back and listen through again, comment where I could.

Warren sent me a fun meme about having to tell your cat they have to leave so you can trick. Hilarious, but I've never done that. Quite the opposite, I've kicked boys out because Lady Miss Friday didn't like them. Sorry, off you go. Better luck next time. JJD also texted me about StageIt, some site where people can still have maybe virtual concerts or something? Not sure. Morgan James was the only name I recognized, but I'm happy we're finding ways around these limitations. Then he asked for assistance because some guy on FB had some really sketchy story about finding a lost cat, and kept changing his answers over whether he'd looked for a microchip, and then was just like "well, it's been a few hours, and no one claimed them, so I'll be taking them to the pound!" The general consensus was that he stole the cat. Maybe he just wanted to fuck with the owner or something. Since this group was based in MA, not much to do about it, but I looked up the non-emergency number for the police out there. Left it up to him if he wanted to call 911 or that, and he was sort of overthinking it. Maybe he needed screenshots? Maybe it was jumping the gun? No. If you suspect a crime is taking place, call them, they'll figure it out. It is absolutely fascinating that people who maintain that things like stop and frisk are fine, bc if you haven't done anything wrong, there's nothing to fear, are also terrified of being so much as visited by LEOs.

I drank and edged for a few hours after work, and just to prep my ass for Julian, made sure to use a toy. I didn't push it with any of the larger toys, because how terrible would it be to rip while prepping so I don't rip? Julian called me later, mostly about the upcoming trip and expectations. I was drinking, so it's a little fuzzy, but I think it was healthy.