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@Natasha_Jay@tech.lgbt How many PMs has he seen off now?
Cameron, May, Johnson, Truss, Sunak and Starmer. Cat's a weapon.
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CharmedLassie
@charmedlassie@mastodonapp.uk
mastodon 4.6.8Yorkshire writer of sapphic fiction under pen name Kit Eyre. Run a coffee shop in Wakefield. Human servant to two cats. (She/her)
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@artemis I tried reading one of his books a few years ago and I just couldn't get through it. This unwavering belief in finance, I just can't stomach it.
Today is 26 years since my mum died very unexpectedly. I was 15, about to sit my GCSEs. I’ve lived far more of my life without her than with her. And yet.
Today will be about survival mode.
I would rather be at home. But I’m stuck here trying to resolve an issue so at least I’ve got my Kobo.
Wife just snored and cat spat on me in his attempt to get away from the noise.
Pretty much sums up my day.
Today can be summed up by someone walking in trying to sell me a new card machine and POS system.
I said no. Several times. Very politely.
He carried on saying it’d save me money blah blah blah.
Nearby customer: “She said no!”
And he left. I have good people but, damn, I shouldn’t need them in that situation.
Someone outside screaming at his missus for dropping her beer all over the floor.
It’s 7:34am.
Just had a (non-)customer come in while having my website open on their phone. Proceeded to ask me if I only do one size, what syrups I had and tell me which syrups I need to have.
Then pretended they had to finish a call and left. 🤷♀️
I'm expecting a 1-star review based on my lack of customer service.
Big thanks to the team at @goodenough@mastodon.world. I'm definitely not a tech person but they guided me through a DNS change and now my website's exactly where I wanted it to be.
Perfect.
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@ForgottenHero18@mastodonapp.uk The decent people outnumber them. That's what I'm trying to focus on this week.
Got a refugee and asylum seeker art exhibition going up at the end of the month as well. Every little helps.
Voted already. One of the first at the polling station. Existential dread continues.
Will be kind to myself today.
Lots of mental pain today. Been an anxiety attack and some tears.
Gotta pull myself together because I’ve got to attend an AGM later and pretend to be okay.
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@jess Nah, there’s a difference between friends saying hi and long lost relatives with paperwork.
Didn’t we collectively decide during Covid that April Fools was silly in the light of *gestures to universe* this whole thing?
Though I am willing to accept that Trump is the longest running joke in history.
Monster IBS attack coupled with other stress has made this Monday a lot more difficult than I’d hoped it would be.
My next job is cleaning out the litter tray, so can’t see things getting better in the immediate future.
Father: You’re perky today.
Me: Well, yesterday I was in debilitating pain and today I’m only in mild pain, so it’s a better one.
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@Devonkiwi@mastodonapp.uk I was lucky in that I got the experience I didn’t know I needed but I couldn’t have survived there much longer.
Really close to just screeching. If anyone looks at me funny as I walk home, I’ll probably screech. I just want to screech.
In related news, my mood is low today.
Pre-work emotional therapy of music worked while it was playing and I was singing. Now I’m miserable again.
12-hour day incoming.
Emotional load is high at the moment. And only getting worse.
I’m running what is essentially the most accessible LGBT+ space in a council that has just flipped to Reform. My Friday and Saturday shifts included a stream of anxious and miserable queer people who genuinely don’t know what happens next.
I broke. I started crying on Friday lunchtime and I still feel like crying now.
But we’ll regroup. Because there’s no alternative.
Today I'm mostly catching up on tasks for the two community groups I'm part of, including attending a trustee meeting later. Also have shop admin tasks and trying to get some writing done as well.
Avoiding the absolute clusterfuck of the wider world is vital to me getting anything at all done.
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@kimlockhartga@beige.party It's definitely a thing indie authors are nudged towards. "Write in series because they sell better" is the general ethos in indie writing groups.
Got home at the same time a relative called about the death in the family.
I’m stressed and the idea of going to a memorial service in a literal shed while my IBS kicks off is terrifying me.
And my dad’s been worried that the cancer has a hereditary component and would affect me (it doesn’t).
Yesterday I was partly playing around with an Imperial Good Companion: https://kiteyre.pika.page/posts/fixing-an-imperial-good-companion-pt-1
Running a social for writers in the shop tonight. I didn't want to do it again because the first one was so stressful for me. This one only has a few booked on, so I imagine it's going to be worse.
Thing is, I'm not a social writer. At least not currently. I use all my extrovert points on serving coffee. Otherwise, I want to be left alone.
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Patched again. Let’s see how long this new switch lasts.
I love this machine, I don’t want to let her go.
My "customer face" is stretched to breaking today.
Community group stuff almost up to date. Writing has been derailed but, frustratingly, that's par for the course on my Mondays.
Today took a few turns I really wasn’t expecting.
News of death of extended family member we haven’t really seen for a decade. It’s changed nothing tangible and yet…
It's 9:22am and I want to eat my lunch already.
Today is a succession of people throwing their problems and rants at me.
In related news, I have chest pain.
My father has decided to use his retirement to badger the Environment Agency about the state of the beck that backs on to our house.
Fair play, it needs sorting, but I don’t want to irritate them too much.
I'd written 600 words this morning then an unexpected knock on the shop door (closed Mondays) has thrown me right off.
Struggling to get my head back in the writing game, so maybe I'll do some community group work while waiting for my cake delivery.
Then I have to go home and give my father a folder of documents and stuff relating to his late parents. Apparently.
There is a random (new) customer at the back of the shop singing with her headphones in. Loudly and badly.
It's stressing me out. But I haven't had any customers as a reason to go tell her to shut the hell up.
Why do I forget that dehydrating myself to control my IBS then has some unfortunate issues? I think my kidney hates me.
Soundtrack for the current mix of work I'm trying to do is a 70s mix.
The shop's closed so obviously I'm sat working in it. And obviously I have three queer young people working at the next table.
Two years ago today I resigned from a job that was breaking me. I took all I’d learned and put it into creating a coffee shop with a community.
I think it’s working.
(On that day I went to Nostell Priory and moved this toad away from the path. He was lovely.)
One wonderful thing happened yesterday. During the final hour of shop trading I had 5 customers - all were trans or non-binary. Living the safe space dream.
Angry about multiple things at the same time. Trying to channel my rage.
Today promises to be horrible.
Far right “patriots” are marching past my shop later. I’ve stuffed up something with a deadline for a community group I work with and hoping it can be salvaged. And endo-not-endo leg pain is quite bad.
The taste of failure really is nauseating.
Watching a local councillor having a photo op with police horses from the shop window. He looks like a right twit.
Coincidentally working on the plans for my next novel which also involves stupid councillors.
Pain levels today are very much in the "try and survive to 5pm without crying" category.