I've influenced three (3) colleagues to get a Filofax. Sometimes we like to message each other saying that we are currently using our Filofaxes. Bury me with my Filofax.

My neighbour messaged asking if I wanted a bunch of weights they had in their garage and I said YES. They're not much use to me right now but once I'm back in the sort of state where I can focus on building my strength up then it's over for everyone.

The Venn diagram of people who say "don't believe everything you read online sheeple" and people who can't survive without ChatGPT and have happily fed it their entire medical history is a circle.

people on the internet discovered the phrase "time blindness" and thought "so actually when people are annoyed at me for being late and constantly wasting their time then they're wrong and cruel and I don't ever have to attempt to take measures to improve"

This week in stupid customer complaints: a person said I was rude and kept them waiting to be served. What actually happened was I saw them waiting at the healthcare counter but they were on a phone call, so when I approached I thought they'd either stick the call on hold or hang up, which is an entirely reasonable expectation, but they didn't, so I walked away again. They shouted back and said "Eh, is no one serving?" and I said yeah but I was just letting you finish your phone call first, which apparently was out of line. Why would I serve someone who isn't going to be listening to me while I'm trying to sell over the counter meds? Even if they were buying a packet of cotton buds actually it's still not right, have some manners. Cannot be ARSED.

Seems I've got the novel coronavirus. I did mask up at work today anyway, but I feel like my body has gone full goblin mode. The situation is this: as I always do when I get any sort of cold virus, I now have a visibly nasty dose of conjunctivitis and nasal vestibulitis, so that's great. Furthermore, dealing with all of the associated problems from additional congestion with a nasogastric tube is also a nightmare and is making me miserable. I feel like my lips have never been drier to the point where they are so painful whenever I talk, and my skin resembles the complexion of a corpse. Side issues: the active gastroparesis and stage 3 deep infiltrating endometriosis. SCREAM. I should not have worked today but I was stressed from having phoned in sick on Saturday. I want to go back in time and punch myself in the face this morning.

The USA makes literally anything it touches tacky as fuck.

Don't know how to ever shift the guilt from calling in sick to work, not because of The Company or whatever, I just hate being the reason someone else gets drafted in on their day off for cover.