I rarely ever join in on these things since usually I am doing actual work, but now I have Fridays OFF to jerk about on the Internet and what not, so: shit just got taken to a new level at my job and I want to talk about this! But I feel like a tit talking about it with my real life friends since a) some of them are unemployed and have actual training/schooling in the area I am venturing into (with no training/schooling...) and b) some of them I work with and don't want to brag to.
Still: I have waited 3.5 years to be taken this seriously and it is EXCITING. But also, it is scary. I don't want to fuck this up! What if I fuck this up? People GO TO SCHOOL FOR THIS, have I mentioned? I am confident and finally it's starting to feel like I have a real person job and maybe a path to a career and WOW SO OVERWHELMED. (But excited, totally excited.) Ah-hem. Thanks. Way better now.
I just want to join the chorus of FOOTNOTES! Loved this.
@@serenityfound: I am with you on all counts. I've no love for Fitzgerald or Hemingway, but do so adore Steinbeck. Different strokes, I suppose.
I love all your book recs, Nicole. LOVE.
I can dig it, but also: I love me some big hoops.
Teenage boys are fascinating, when they're not being teenage boys. Or, maybe, especially when they are. Either way, I loved this. Thanks for the nice read.
I am late to the game and possibly outing myself from anon-hood, but I'm gonna go ahead and throw out two local nonprofits that I work/have worked with: WriterCoach Connection and La Cocina. WriterCoach is a Berkeley-based nonprofit that partners with multiple Bay Area schools with the goal of improving student writing through one-on-one volunteer-student pairing. They're totally fundraising for next year's expansion so this is pretty stellar timing. La Cocina is an incubator kitchen in San Francisco. They partner with low-income food entrepreneurs (mostly women of color) to launch their food businesses. Donations are always welcome, but they also do cooking classes, public events (most notable: the Street Food Fest), and (because Mother's Day is just around the corner...) gift boxes. The women involved are amazing and so is their food.
On Ass? Stella?
My name apparently sounds so incomplete that when I introduce myself to people, they always ask if it's short for something. Then they usually add, like, a bunch of noises to the front of it - "la", "ta", "sha" - and I have to tamp down internal rage because NO. Just... no.
I think this calls for a Werner-Herzog-Netflix marathon on my next day off.
On My Fave Two
I, too, talk to my mom nearly everyday. Half our phone calls these days are her yelling at her cats in the background. Trufax.