HOME DEPOT Day

so

we went to Home Depot

by bus

*yippie*

and got everything we needed to build ourselves a custom work-table

*cheers*

&i am not one to review things

especially name-branded things

for free

of my own volition

but we had a really great experience/day

yesterday

despite the job

(we requested two consecutive days off

and we got them

but then my backup got sick

[par for the course]

and she's leaving next week

so this was literally my last chance to get two consecutive days off

cause she's leaving

and i will not express my feelings about the situation

at this time)

and so i had to go into the job [end note]

cause i'ma fucking manager!

*booooooooooooooooo*

nevertheless

we (the bodybuddy/lifemate&i)

hopped on the bus around the time that we needed to catch it

in order to arrive at Home Depot right at opening

lol

seriously tho

anyway

at the beginning of every new year

the bodybuddy/lifemate excitedly

(he's literally poring over our W-2s

rn

after exclaiming to me earlier

that mine had finally arrived)

makes this really

(boring-)

interesting slideshow about our previous fiscal year

and presents it to me

like i'm the fucking CEO of some-fucking company

cause i am

lol

seriously tho

anyway

we are at a certain point in our personal financial growth/situation

when it is also a good time to start another business

when considering

the timeline of your average business

requiring about two years before being profitable

etc., etc., &c.

and taxes

lol

and so

we went to Home Depot

to buy all the stuff we need to build a work-table

upon which i can begin designing the clothes

for my future as a designer of things that are wearable

it's like i said, we arrived as early as we could, and so, the very first points awarded to this review were given before we even arrived. when we saw online that the place opened at 5AM(!) we were thrilled. any business that opens before SIX is a winner, in our book, lol.

we arrived at five, sharp, and the first thing we needed to do was figure out if we could even accomplish what we were hoping we could accomplished based off what we could learn from reading the Home Depot website, and here's a shortlist of what we needed to be able to do there, which, like i said, we were led to believe was possible:

• buy lumber
• have lumber cut into various lengths
• have cut-up lumber delivered
• we are not contractors, just regular folks

we asked one of the first employees (genz) we saw about what we were trying to do, and he directed us to the "PRO" Customer Service area at the front of the store. there, another employee (genx) said that we needed to talk to regular Customer Service at the other end of the store, cause we are not contractors (hence the "PRO"). once we arrived at the regular Customer Service area another employee (genx) confirmed that everything we wanted to accomplish IS possible, and that we could return right to her once we had all of our lumber cut up.

we were thrilled, and any anxiety i had about this particular errand-run started to dissipate, but then, we found another employee (genz) who could do the cutting up of the lumber, and he confirmed for us what i had already learned after reading the sign stating the rules, which were as follows:

• No Project Cutting
• No Cuts Under 12 Inches

the original table design needs eight pieces of wood under 12 inches in length, because the legs are designed to be removable. well, i said, i guess the legs are going to be screwed in, boo. we ditched the removable aspect and pressed on.

we easily found all of the pieces of lumber that we had imagined for our design, and we easily helped ourselves to everything as we loaded up a trolley-cart thingy, and we loaded up the number of pieces that we needed according to their "No Cut Under 12 Inches" rule, which meant that we needed to buy more pieces cause each piece could essentially only be cut once lest there only be four inches leftover! but seriously, i had no problem with the policy. i am a student of sculpture, and wood-cutting tools ought not be tested, and for such a public-facing business, there's no need to risk some kid getting whacked in the nut-sack by a flung piece of wood, in front of a customer, lol.

once we were done fishing for our wood, we found yet another employee (genz), and we explained all the various lengths that we needed. he was a very competent-seeming kid, except that he didn't put on any safety goggles, and he did the thing that we knew he could not do, and he cut two lengths out of one piece and left a shorter-than-twelve-inch piece. i gasped a little gasp and looked at the bodybuddy/lifemate, he just, i inhale, yea, the bodybuddy/lifemate smirks. 

needless to say, we bought too many pieces, now have twice as many lengths of a specific length than we need, but whatever. we were trying to be good customers and follow the rules. we did not ask the kid to break the rules, just fyi. we explained the measurements we needed and assumed that he knew the rules, etc.

*sigh*

once done with the lumber portion of all of this, we headed straight back to the Customer Service area at the front of the store, and we were ushered in by yet another employee (genz) who was adorable and helpful. we paid and set up our delivery, and then grabbed a regular-wagon and started shopping for all of the other stuff.

during this "other stuff" journey, we encountered two young women employees (genz) who were very helpful, albeit stand-offish, when i grabbed the last four casters in the size/shape/style that we needed, but i needed five. i asked the two young women employees if they had more, and one of them scanned the product in my hand, but her device was going too slow, so the other one scanned the product and voila! there was another box of the item at the top of the shelving above the stocked product. i was thrilled, and they looked at me like i looked so happy, as if that was weird, lol. but i was that happy. 

along the way another adorable employee (genz) recommended a power drill and bits, and then later, when we were asking yet another employee (genx) where we could find regular (not construction) sand paper, she only thought she knew where it was, but then the adorable employee who recommended the power drill was standing right behind us and shouted, "Aisle 10."

we arrived at 5AM

and by 7:30AM

we had found our lumber

had it cut up

bought it and set up delivery

shopped for everything else we needed

and checked out for a second time

this time at regular check out

and $640.01 (both receipts totaled) later

we were back on the bus with the stuff we bought that wasn't lumber

and we were very happy people

because one of the things that we have done

since the beginning of our life

together

is

make plans &execute them

we've done it a lot

and for a lot of various reasons

toward a lot of various ends

with a lot of various means

and

speaking for the both of us here

i can confidently say that this

making plans &executing them

is one of our favorite things to do

together

it is our Number One pastime

tote foesh

*big sigh*

and a few hours after arriving home

we were stuffing ourselves with a fresh pot of 불고기 전골

*drool*

Home Depot Day

[end note] here's the crazy part

when the bodybuddy/lifemate presented his financial presentation this year for last year, we realized that we have finally reached Max Q, which, in the financial freedom lingo that the two of us use, together, with each other, Max Q, for financial freedom, is the point at which you are probably working two (nearly) full-time jobs. you are still tied to your job, cause the financial footing is not firm; it's a bit wobbly, still, and so, job security is nice, but also, you might be starting a business, and that business, as it starts to require more of your time, will essentially force you into this state of perpetual jobbing/working ... Max Q. 

and then, arrives the sweet release of freedom, when you quit your dreadful job for either your own business or retirement, when the train has left the station, and you are literally orbiting the planet, earning returns at a rate faster than you can spend, lol. 

this is where i am, right now. 

facing my Max Q.

my only hope is that i can survive the weight of my own ambition.

She, Legend

there's this buddhist philosophy about the idea of 

non-attachment

impermanence

&it is the idea about which i write when i write about my

Theory of Too-Tightly 

the goal

in so many words

is to accept the constant "loss" of everything

the impermanence of Life

its fragility

its essence

its Truth

that ALL Life

ultimately

Dies

nobody 

and nothing

escapes this Life

ALIVE

&so

perhaps

to understand that Life

is but a Moment

is but a Means

&NOT the End

is to understand Life

itself

&i write about this idea

now

because i received another work of art

by none other than

Desi

&this time

it is

a painting

&the reason why i bring up these buddhist philosophies

is not because I am buddhist

[for i am not]

but rather

because there are a lot of psychological tools

that buddhism offers

that i find do truly lend a helping hand

at psychologically surviving

thereby physically surviving

thereby surviving

this thing

we all call

LIFE

&now

i am going to attempt to describe

what it is exactly

that made me realize

that Desi

ought-not be underestimated

&that

the person underestimating her the most

might possibly be

her own self

&so

i write

here's the thing that i know

that the rest of you who are reading this

do not know

and that thing is

the "how" about how these particular pieces of art

arrived to me

first

the [fifth] drawing [that she's given me]

arrived by mail

[the first four were delivered in person]

and was a total surprise

since the most-recent drawing [No. 05] arrived by mail

in a regular-ol envelope

wherein one would stuff

a tri-folded piece of eight-and-a-half-by-eleven

my first thought was that she had written me a letter

and i was thrilled

&then

i opened the thing

and found this drawing [No. 05]

folded in half

inside the envelope

i was floored

i was shocked

i cried

if i had drawn something so beautiful for someone

i would not have been able to simply

fold the thing in half

and drop it in the mail

in a regular-ol envelope

but she did

she drew a most-beautiful thing

and basically thought nothing of it

she draws so frequently with so much talent

that she almost thinks nothing of her talent

she even told me that she basically sketched the thing

in about an hour!

like nothing

and then she folded it in half

and popped it in the mail

can you imagine?

i bet you cannot

because most people do not possess

talent

such as this

so that's the first bit

being talented

in such a way

that you can produce works of art

like breathing

but then

there's the added layer of simply popping this talent-fueled work of art

in the mail

with no protection

in essence

no attachment

&then i received this painting

very recently

again

in the mail

wrapped in

what i would consider

not-enough protection

and yet

here it is

another talent-fueled work of art

that the artist

herself

simply put into the mail

again

with little protection

in essence

no attachment

*sigh*

i see this behavior of hers

as a level of consciousness

a level of psychological maturity

and a general awareness

about LIFE

that leaves me in a state of AWE

yes

sure

i look at all of these works of art

that have been gifted to me

over the years

[i do consider myself a collector, these days ;]

and yes

of course

they are beautiful

but the thing that makes me cry

is the beauty of her mind

the psychological weight

of her non-attachment

exterior proof

of an immensely deep interior Life

she is a true gift

to all of us humans

living among her

&i feel truly

truly lucky

to have bumped into her all those years ago

and to be witness

to the beauty of a Life

that just gets it

that just moves

with such beauty

such honesty

such non-attachment

Thank you

Desi

for continuing to teach me things

by being fiercely you

i love you lots

&i loved you first

She, Legend
[yes, the piece does not have a title, so i named it
&no, this is nota pic from the day it arrived]

&Dahling,
of course I LOOOOOOVE IT
&it will sit this close to me
atop my desk
until/unless
i find a better spot for it
but i doubt it

Finding myself
where I don't belong.
Belonging somewhere
I cannot find.

*
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***
*^  [on my "pictures" page]

^

^*

On Virtue

*mind the nips*

&check out how nicely the JOWLs are coming in

lol

you cannot tell me how to wear my hair
not here
not anywhere

you cannot ascribe value to some bodily thing

over which i have absolutely NO choice or power

you cannot know my character
based off something like
my hair

cause
at the end of the day
my hair
really
says nothing about me

cause

my hair cannot speak

it's hair

and honestly

i just don't fucking care

what you think

if you want to know who i am

or what i think

open your fucking mouth

and ask my face

cause

my hair cannot speak

CUNTSTOMER

notoriously a woman

possesses an over-inflated EGO 

 

notoriously a member of the near-elderly-to-old generations

subscribes to the idea that women are to put on a face when out in public

 
notoriously miserable, stressed out, wrinkled (in that deep, dark way where the shadow of their miserable internal lives escapes through their eyes and haunts their face only to terrify any would-be beholder) from the stress

holds the idea in her mind that she deserves to be treated in a certain way, and thusly, expects to be treated in that way, at all times, by all people, no matter how they treat the people around them

 and that way is notoriously over-inflated by an ego that believes that she is special, deserving

and if you do not treat her the way in which she believes she deserves, e.g. neutral as opposed to ass-hole licking prostration, brace yourself for scolding condescension to the tune of, "My god, how dare you speak to me like that!" followed closely by, "I really hope your day turns around."

and if you even suggest that, "Actually, I'm having the best day, ever! I'm quite happy, right now, thank you!" Be prepared to trigger her, because she, herself, is an unhappy miserable cunt, so "How dare you not spread your happiness with all of us miserable cunts! We spread our entitled disdain for our failures all over you, you selfish Bitch!" and then she screams, "Instead of making my day brighter, you've ruined it!" 

2026 A MANTRA | puuurrfect kitty, smoky gray, smooshy-face okay (or chocolate brown)

snail mail—

always welcome

never a problem

if you have my physical address

you are as close to me as a friend can be

&if i have your physical address

you will get mail

phone calls—

unless you're my insurance provider, etc.,

i will never pick up the phone

&even if you are my insurance provider, etc.,

&the shit you're bothering me about can be done online

i won't pick up the phone

video calls—

if we are connected on a platform that allows for this to transpire

roll them dice, gurl!

texts—

will receive

will respond at my discretion

99% of the time

i won't

email—

80/20

business/pleasure

kakao—

becoming increasingly more-difficult to use from the U.S.

will probably disappear this year

&will return when we return to seoul

&getta +82

ig—

my main messenger

&whateverthefuck posts

utoob—

for use like twitter + uTube

tkscmdotcom—

where everything that means anything will end up being archived

the contact box sends an email to an address that lands directly into my pocket

fyi

findyummylovedotcom—

aka ephwhyell

the future home of my forthcoming brand

in its

i don't know how to put it

so like

its

the realization, finally, of my Lifelong Dream

or something to that effect

&the current home of my photography archive

tkscmlimiteddotcom—

will be overhauled this year to more-accurately reflect what our business has become as an entity 

&if you have this contact email

we interact exclusively online

&i want to stay connected

 

lopsiiidotcom—

a continued resource available online, for FREE, for anyone pursuing their own Financial Literacy

aka Financial Freedom

*

*DUUUUHHHNNN Duuuuhhhnnn dundundundundudundun*

[track song]

[[post-title song]]

[[[&if you don't understand the choice of songs, i explain it all in this video, which is in this post]]]

It is not YOU who is old; it is that Lens you refuse to swap out every time you learn something new; oh wait, you stopped learning once you were no longer FORCED to learn? ugh *blech* Idiots are Losers

the Lens

through which you view your Life

needs to be updated

upgraded

with age

at ten

your Lens

has a lot to learn

but your perspective

at ten

has a lot to lend

the way in which you view the world

is unfiltered

unburdened

by a Lens

as an aside

this is why any sort of indoctrination

of children

ought to be illegal

nevertheless

i digress

when you are twenty

you know a lot

but you only know so much

cause you're twenty

which isn't much

but it is enough

your Lens

is developing

and you see the world

in a particular way

through this Lens

you make it to thirty

and your Lens is set

and for the entirety of your thirties

that Lens suits you well

you're well on your way

to forty

but then something odd starts to happen to you

all of you

who begin to approach

forty

you resist the age

and refuse to upgrade your Lens

cause you "want to seem young"

or you accept the age

and upgrade your Lens

cause you want to be "useful to the young"

and so

maybe

what the fear of aging really is

is a fear of growing up

taking on the responsibilities of adulthood

of the Elders

cause none of this is about you

anymore

it never was

and maybe

it is not so much that you fear aging

as you fear not-aging

dying young

perhaps some even wish to die young

so as not to be judged

for a life not-lived

but mostly

what about those who refuse to age?

cause like

what does it say about you

if you value your diminishing youth

over your own-knowledge gains?

we made it y'all
^..^

&maybe
the choice for "white" as a "color of the year"
is a gift to
"people of color"
a term i detest
btw
cause maybe
the gift is that
if you are a "POC"
*barf*
then "white" as a backdrop to your "color-filled" life
is kinda nice
ya know
a blank background
&no
i had no clue that this is what the bodybuddy/lifemate would choose for me
&technically
its "Awesome Lightgray"
but ima call it
WHITE
cause i did consciously choose another object that i got for myself for my bday
in WHITE
sorry-not-sorry
lol
&also
just like
also
if you're the type who says that a company's choice of the color "white" is an act of racism
YOU ARE ALSO A RACIST
like
duh



[here's my official 2025 SELF-PORTRAIT | at Forty
&the original is being stashed on my "in pictures" page]

I feel like a Loser, because ...

... i am not "successful" by the metrics of "FAME"

but i do not want to be "famous"

... i am not thin enough to be a global KPOP star

but i do not want to be a global KPOP star

i don't even like to sing

... i am not well-known or heavily-followed on the internet

but i do not want to be well-known or heavily-followed anywhere for any reason

... nobody wants to pay me for my writing

but i do not want to pay for anyone else's creative output

... i used to be hot, and now, i'm old, and i didn't capitalize on my hotness when i was young

but i do not value my outer beauty the way i value my brain and knowledge

... the whole world only sees the tippy-tippy-tippy top of the tippy Top

but i exist at the Bottom, with everyone else.

I AM NOT-FAMOUS

but my goal in life has never been "TO BE FAMOUS"

so why the FUCK

am I so unhappy about being NOT-FAMOUS?

b/c i have somehow equated

FAME = WINNING?

winning what?

LIFE?

nobody really cares about you, as a famous person, they only care about your FAME, not you, the person.

if "famous" people felt cared about, they—"famous people"—wouldn't be notoriously 

MISERABLE

what you want is for the people around you, in your every day life, to care about you, and on this scale—the human scale—everyone knows your name, because, on the Human Scale, you're a Winner. The Winner.

and the trade-off or PRICE of TOP OF THE TOP FAME AND TOP OF THE BOTTOM FAME

IS

FREEDOM

personal freedom

and for a Sag, like yourself, the price costs too much

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much

but you feel like a miserable LOSER, depressed like some fucking failure, because you are "not-famous" on the inhuman scale of FAME

but you are famous

on the Human Scale of being a person

People you do not know know your name.

You can name everyone you've ever met, at least within the past ten years or so, and probably extending further back, but you don't want people to test you, or do you?

You share your life with someone who shares their life with you, and you are both the witness to the entirety of someone's entire adult life, and the holder of the secrets of that life.

You are you in front of everybody. No mask. Some fear. Far deeper than that. The Truth. A Bold Fighter.

Ruthless Deliverer

Honesty Demander

Shortcut Denier

Confident Decider

Diligent Divider

Creative Deliberater

Liar Demonizer

The Dragon Lady

never loses.

sometimes, maybe, she quits cause she's

sick of this shit, but she never loses. 

So, how can you possibly be a loser?

'that's what she said'

apparently
thanks to the bb/lm
im collecting all the "fuck"* shirts
lol
[today]

*i tried to simply dm this pic to Laurence Basse, but there's no option to message pics to her, boo, but i totally get it, so instead, i made this whole post so that i could send her this link to the pic, lol, and typically, i wouldn't really do this sorta shit, but like the shirt says, as a reminder to myself, "i understand i just dont give a fuck"

just one dip of just the tip

why i started with Red
i will never know
*sigh*
i learned a lot
tho

the Red bled, &then it all ended w/DREAD

Yellow is where you start
color-wise
just fyi
i felt so free
knowing
that really
you couldn't see anything
at all

i've had a hunch
for some time now
that Green is
in fact
my favorite color
&as soon as the glass tip* hit the ink
i had a lot to say
so i said it
in Green

it was always a question
for me
because of my deep appreciation for Purple
but much has been learned
now
&Purple
is up there

&despite Green's dominance of my favor
Black is the best color
like
duh

*the bodybuddy/lifemate gifted me a calligraphy set, &yea, maybe i love it.

Blah BLAH blah blah

you haven't been in your "dream world" for quite some time, and you say this aloud not so long ago, "I haven't dreamt in my 'dream world' for like months, now."

and then, last night, you were there.

you were in Good Company, in high school.

your "friend group" was comprised of the top-academic performers in the school.

they are all there; you were all sitting there, together:

our class's Top Ten

you'd name them, but they know who they are.

and we're discussing the Drumpf problem. 

and then you have to go to the bathroom, which is, always, some fucking nightmare, when dreaming.

while awake, you have a vague map of your "dream world," and there's this one place in your "world" that has always confused you, when dreaming, but then, during this particular dream, you realized, while dreaming, that the reason why this particular bathroom's location is so tricky is because there's always a line, and so, you always end up walking all the way around, this one way, because you're always walking to the back of a line, but then, while standing in line, while dreaming, you realized that you always take this round-about way, cause you're always getting in line, but that sometimes there isn't a line, and so, you always get confused about where this particular bathroom is in your "dream world," whenever there isn't a line. 

and then you return to your group, and you all continue to discuss the current State of the World.

and then you have to pee again, and so, you excuse yourself and head off to the bathroom, but this time, you know how to get there after learning what you learned about the actual location of the bathroom, when there is no line, etc. 

you're naked, for some reason, and as you start to pee, some Drunk Bimbo—disheveled, sequin mini-tube dress (prolly some "you" from your twenties, lol)—stumbles into the room, cause the bathroom is sorta like a bathroom that you'd see attached to a hotel suite, etc., and as the Drunk Bimbo walks in, she has the gall to be mad at you, "What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?!"

"Bitch, this is a public restroom," you calmly scoff.

and then, you're awake, cause now you gotta pee for-real.

and as your legs twitch and struggle to walk your body to the toilet, you think, "Damn, I didn't care at all that that Drunk Bimbo saw me naked, on the toilet." 

sad sun

"EVERYTHING" is no longer possible
&ima cry every day til im "over it"
grappling with prioritizing
&i hate it

Some Good Bitches, one Bad Bitch, &a Boss Bitch | On the JOB

"Morning, Bad Bitch," Boss Bitch hellos as she walks into the office from where she does her full-time job as both the manager of the communal-manager's office (ordering paper, supplies, etc.) and the manager of the department that is run out of the office; "Thank you so much for filling the printer paper!"

"Yea, I'm the only one who ever does it," Bad Bitch, a part-time jobber who uses the printer one time per shift responds, "cause nobody ever does anything around here."

Boss Bitch holds her breath as she waits for Bad Bitch to leave the office, and as she stands there, she takes deep mental notes about how Bad Bitch is one fucking mother-fucker of an ego, damn. Tread lightly. 

"Morning, Good Bitch," Boss Bitch hellos as she walks her opening rounds, checking in with the closers.

"Oh, Hi, Boss Bitch!" Good Bitch hellos, tired. 

"How's it going?" Boss Bitch checks in, cause Good Bitch is accommodating, to a fault, and Boss Bitch knows management really yanks her around, so she takes extra time to check on Good Bitch whenever she sees her cause she knows that Good Bitch is ripe for exploitation. Good Bitch is the opposite of a "difficult woman." She's "ideal."

"Oh, well, you know, Bad Bitch is at it again," Good Bitch informs.

"What now?" Boss Bitch inquires.

"Well, you know that they're all on a group chat without me?" Good Bitch asks.

"Oh my god, Good Bitch! No!" Boss Bitch gasps; "I mean, I know about the daily group texts from Bad Bitch, cause Good Bitch 2 has told me about them, but they also have a group text without you?"

"Yea," Good Bitch gets teary.

Boss Bitch gives her best sympathy face.

"So yea, she tells everyone in the group group text, all of us, that I do such a bad job, and that I'm worthless and stupid," Good Bitch whispers. 

"WHAT?!?" Boss Bitch explodes.

Good Bitch goes on to explain to Boss Bitch about all of the terrible things that Bad Bitch routinely texts to the group, "as if she's the manager," which ultimately makes Boss Bitch wonder, "well, but why has the actual manager allowed this to go on? and even if she were the manager, nobody can talk to you like this in the jobplace!" 

"Well, if Bad Bitch really has a problem with your job performance, she should tell Big Boss 2, like, has Big Boss 2 ever called you into the office to talk about your job performance?" Boss Bitch asks.

Good Bitch shakes her head.

"So you're saying that Bad Bitch is just harassing you over group text and calling you 'worthless' and 'stupid' in front of everyone?" Boss Bitch clarifies. 

Good Bitch lowers her head, "Yes, and I have proof."

Boss Bitch goes on to explain to Good Bitch that she needs to call HR and report the verbal harassment that is being aimed at her OVER GROUP TEXT! But Good Bitch is hesitant. She's a Good Bitch.

"Bad Bitch is indispensable, and I'm only, like, the helper," Good Bitch sniffles.

"Bad Bitch is not indispensable. No! She only jobs part-time. They're lucky that you show up! You're the one who gets called in because NONE OF THEM CAN OR WILL SHOW UP!" Boss Bitch shouts; "I'm sorry; I'm not shouting at you, I just ... like, I just have ZERO tolerance for this sorta shit. Sorry."

"No it's fine. I'm tired of this shit, too. I've even had managers here who yell in my face," Good Bitch sniffles.

"CALL HR, or I will do it," Boss Bitch demands.

"Okay, I will," Good Bitch nods; "I already told Big Boss 2 about it, though, and he said that he'd look into it." 

"When?" Boss Bitch asks.

"A few weeks ago," Good Bitch informs. 

"Gah! Okay, I'll talk to Big Boss 2, first, but then if you don't call HR, I will call anonymously," Boss Bitch threatens. 

"Okay. Thank you, Boss Bitch," Good Bitch thanks.

"It's no problem. I am happy to do it. I'll talk to Big Boss 2 in the morning, first thing, when I see him," Boss Bitch consoles. 

Good Bitch goes home, and Boss Bitch jobs her little butt off until she spots Big Boss 2 about an hour before she's done for the night.

"Morning, Big Boss 2! I have a thing to ask you about a thing, I'll be right back," Boss Bitch utters as she walks by Big Boss 2 on her way to the baler. 

Boss Bitch makes her way back to the place where she first saw Big Boss 2, "So, I talked to Good Bitch about how she's being harassed over group text by Bad Bitch."

 "When did you talk to her?" Big Boss 2 asks.

"Last night," Boss Bitch informs.

"Okay, I'll look into it," Big Boss 2 states.

"Good Bitch says that she has proof of the texts," Boss Bitch adds.

"Okay, I'll look into it," Big Boss 2 states.

"Bad Bitch is harassing Good Bitch. She called her worthless and stupid, in a group text!" Boss Bitch explains.

Big Boss 2 looks at Boss Bitch as if he doesn't know what he's supposed to think.

"Remember, this is the time when a paper trail needs to be started, if what Good Bitch is saying is true, so that Bad Bitch can be fired if she keeps it up," Boss Bitch reminds.

"When is Good Bitch coming in again," Big Boss 2 asks.

"Later today," Boss Bitch informs. 

"Okay, I'll talk to her," Big Boss 2 states. 

Boss Bitch stands taller and eyes Big Boss 2, "She called her worthless and stupid, in a group text."

Big Boss 2's body language says, Yea, but it's the week of a holiday, and I don't have the time to deal with these "women's problems."

Boss Bitch storms off, and takes her last fifteen-minute break. 

While on break, Boss Bitch taps out an email directly to HR (she knows the lady), explains what was told to her by Good Bitch, explains that Good Bitch has proof, and explains that Big Boss 2 has known for weeks, and even today, he still didn't really care. Boss Bitch reminds HR that she, herself, already has evidence of this jobplace's blatant neglect when it comes to verbal harassment. Boss Bitch ends the message by threatening to call the official HR Hotline, cause she learned, that last time she had to deal with a job-fucker that the HR Hotline goes directly to Mainland Corporate, and the HR person accidentally revealed (through weakness of mind, one imagines) that they, the Local Corporate Management, would rather have all issues remain "on island," if she knows what she means. 

Boss Bitch has said her piece, so she goes on with her life giving the issue no more thought.

And then the end of the week rolls by, and Good Bitch is closing. 

"Morning, Good Bitch," Boss Bitch hellos as she walks by with no plans of prying into Good Bitch's situation.

"Boss Bitch!" Good Bitch exclaims while gesturing Boss Bitch over to chat; "They talked to her." 

"Already?" Boss Bitch inquires.

"Yea, like the next day," Good Bitch informs.

"Really?" Boss Bitch states, genuinely shocked.

"Yea, they called Bad Bitch and our Bad Boss Bitch into the office and everything," Good Bitch informs as she relays the details. 

"Wow! That's so great!" Boss Bitch cheers. 

"Yea, and I came into the store later with my mom, and all of the Big Bosses greeted me and were so friendly, and they were like, 'Hi, Good Bitch, it's so good to see you,' and my mom was like, 'Wow, they really appreciate you here,' and I was like, 'No, mom, this is not normal, none of them have ever treated me nicely, ever'," Good Bitch explains. 

"Well, I'm happy for you! I'm so glad that Bad Bitch got her due," Boss Bitch smiles.

"Yea, and Big Boss 5 was even like, 'Oh, Good Bitch, you let me know if anyone retaliates against you; we don't tolerate harassment here'," Good Bitch laughs.

Boss Bitch refrains from a full-on spit-take and laughs a job-appropriate amount. 

"Thank you, Boss Bitch," Good Bitch thanks, teary-eyed.

"Oh my god, no problem. You're so welcome. Anytime. It's my pleasure," Boss Bitch responds, teary-eyed. 

"You really must've laid into Big Boss 2," Good Bitch thanks, impressed.

Boss Bitch shakes her head and whispers, "No, I went over his head."

Good Bitch looks shocked.

"You said you told Big Boss 2 a few weeks ago about it," Boss Bitch states.

"Yea," Good Bitch nods.

"I have ZERO tolerance for this sorta shit," Boss Bitch reiterates.

"Thank you so much, Boss Bitch," Good Bitch thanks again. 

"You're very welcome, like I said, anytime, cause I know they said to come to them, but if they're not moving fast enough, you come to me," Boss Bitch demands. 

"Thank you," Good Bitch thanks, again. 

"Thank yourself, too, cause you spoke up, and you told me about your suffering. Good job!" Boss Bitch congratulates. 

Good Bitch looks shocked.

"Good job speaking up for yourself, Good Bitch," Boss Bitch reiterates.

Good Bitch looks like she's about to meltdown into tears. 

"Have a good night, Good Bitch," Boss Bitch smiles as she gets back to her job duties. 

"You, too, Boss Bitch," Good Bitch waves.

if i may ...

[timestamps on utoob]
ALL TOLD
THIS MEAL
[Pic2]
including :: the cinnamon rolls in Pic1
[baked up first to snack on while cooking]
&the pie in Pic6
&excluding :: cookware
[minus the enormous turkey roasting pan, which we now know to be reusable!]
salt &pepper
garlic, onions &various spices
[cause we cook all the time, so we did not have to buy these things for this meal]
&the cost of electrcity
etc.
COST $64.00
[each item rounded up to the nearest dollar, along with the total]
we are grocery-store jobbers
&so
this year
we could stack multiple coupons that totaled 70% off a turkey
if we bought our company's brand
etc.
&we got a 15.5-pound bird at $2.99/lb for $7.22
so
about $55 bucks for all the other stuff
&if we had had to pay the full price for the bird
the cost would've been $95
[a meal much closer to $100 than $50]
but it didn't
lol
&with a $35 daily grocery budget
[here in honolulu]
whichever way you slice it
twas an affordable meal
[of classics-only]
especially since the food will easily last three days of main meals
[one hopes]
etc.
last year
thebodybuddy/lifemate was given a free turkey from the union
of which he is a part
*blech*
no such luck this year
those cheap-ass motherfuckers