it's selected works. of h g wells. works of h g wells's that have been selected. selected works

she then went through the five stages of grief and asked what the fuck was wrong with me

last week, the support department (my department) was on the brink of actual disaster. the details would take too long, but the gist is we were facing a backlog of support cases so long we would start losing clients over it. i effectively single-handedly pulled us back from that brink. i'm not aggrandizing; my manager said it to my face, 'you are the only reason support didn't collapse.' i closed over 150 cases in one week. a company record

they are now looking for someone to take over my contract so they can offer me a permanent position

they also want to buy me a little present, i just have to tell them what i want

i am not a Things person, i buy stuff i need and will use, with one exception

so my dad's side of the family is staunchly catholic

except

ten years ago, my cousin was cleaning out my grandparents' old house in jersey and found my grandfather's geneaology project that he just dropped out of the blue, without ever explaining why, after being obsessed with it for years. he hid the whole thing in the attic and never talked about it again

because he discovered we're jewish

we as a family learned this over a decade ago and NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT

it pisses me off and i struggle to articulate why sometimes, beyond the antisemitism of it all