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Ugh I HATE this. It’s like when I say I’m autistic and they say “we’re all a little autistic.” No. We fucking arent.
Ugh I HATE this. It’s like when I say I’m autistic and they say “we’re all a little autistic.” No. We fucking arent.
An old supervisor of mine came in really excited one day. I asked him for help with something so he came and sat with me. Before I could start he excitedly explained this his sister was pregnant. He said she wasn’t telling anybody until after 12 weeks in case something happened. I was trying to make him feel better about spilling the beans but what I said was “Don’t worry, something could happen after 12 weeks.”
There was this moment where we just stared at each other in horror. I sort of shrugged to say I don’t know why I did that.
Worse thing: something did happen after 12 weeks.
My husband and I play together all the time. We play games together and we also play piano together. It makes our days feel more full and like we’ve really spent time together.
“We shamed and discarded a potential employee because he was too professional.” What a fucking joke.