Off the prompt "cuddles."

I just got an award for being at my company five years.

I feel like Rimmer with the medals on his uniform for Three Years Long Service, Six Years Long Service, and Nine Years Long Service.

I. Dear boss, fuck yoooooooou.
II. Sushi is nice. Booze is delicious.
III. Naps are unexpected.
IV. White Collar is so much better when they're not doing arc.
V. Red is adorable!
VI. I can haz festivid?
VII. Zonk.

I have just managed to get up from zonk. My brain is trying to convince me to write a Danger Days story about FTM!Party Poison, for which I blame niqaeli. By the way: I want to read fic about the Killjoys, but I don't want to read fic about the band, and I've spent particular effort not learning the names of all the band members precisely because I don't want to lose my brain down the timesink that is RPFandom. Can anyone rec me Killjoys fic that is JUST about the CHARACTERS of Danger Days and doesn't name them as band people?

My day was long. I did much, but not as much as I feel I should have, and I spent significant amounts of time wanting to stab people.

Tomorrow shall be much of the same, but at least with different people to want to stab.

( things to do tomorrow )

Today at work we fended off a repeat attempted robbery. (That would have netted the guy about $25. Oh my god, fucking idiot thief.)

You know what I wish I had right now? A nice escapist hobby. I wonder where I could find one of those.

I definitely do not need to be writing a story entitled "Tony Stark, Baby Daddy."

Today will be extra long (carpet-cleaning is tonight at work) so I welcome any txts people would like to amuse me with. Include your number if you would like a reply (and be aware the txt form seems to eat about 10-15 characters).

One of the temps at my work this season, back from last busy season, is an old, retired guy who works seasonal jobs because he's bored, as far as I can tell. Within the first two hours he was back, he called me Girl, Honey, and Babe. I am not a manager, but I close the store, and I have been a permanent employee for four years, which makes me like five echelons higher than him. Our relationship is not close. He has no reason to think he should be able to--or should be able to get away with--calling me these things.

I couldn't make myself tell him to his face not to do it. I don't know why. I feel like I should have been able to just tell him to shove it. Five seconds after, every time, I wanted to. I did not. What I did do was bitch to my coworkers and bosses, none of whom particularly wanted to confront him either, but the store's 2IC (and highest-ranking male employee) did call the old guy into the office and tell him that in our company's work environment, Honey, Sweetie, Babe, etc were not appropriate and he needed to use his Misters and Ma'ams. I was there for this reprimand, although my boss didn't point me out as the person who had complained against him, and the office is fairly open and full of people in and out.

All in all, I am happy with that outcome. From everything I have discussed with my coworkers, I was not the only person this man was making extremely uncomfortable, I was just the only one who was willing to complain to management about it. I'm not sure everyone understood my problem, though, because I have had to listen to a couple of rationales for this guy and because the treatment I received after from regular coworkers I consider friends pissed me off.

First:
"Oh, he's old, of course he'd call you Girl." Uh, no. I recognize age/experience as a valid social disparity but in this environment I am professionally his superior. You can argue that these equal out, and I am fine with that: he could treat me as an equal and call me by, oh, my name, maybe? I do not believe that his age is worth more than my job title. I definitely do not feel that his age and his sex are worth more than my job title because I do not believe that men should be privileged above women and I think this is goddamn relevant, because the names he was calling me made the issue very much that he was a man and I was a woman. He's made male coworkers of mine uncomfortable as well, but not using the same terms. Girl. Honey. Babe. These are belittlements to be applied to women, in assertion of male privilege.

"But I call you Honey all the time!" That's nice. However, you and I have known each other for a couple of years now, so you have earned some familiarity with me. Also, you are a woman, so I do not feel you are asserting male privilege when you call me Honey. Also, you are both older than me and in a higher position at our workplace than me, both of which are disparities I recognize the validity of. If you were (female,) younger than me, and, say, a mere cashier, I would probably think you were a sassy little punk if you called me Honey all the time; since you are not, it passes by me as unremarkable. Because you are female and not male, I do not feel as if you are perpetuating male privilege by calling me Honey.

Second:
So I do have informal relationships with most of the regular employees at my job. We call each other a lot of things. There's one cashier who calls me Bitch. Today she called me Honey, and when I jumped a mile, she told me I had to be expecting that today, given I had called out our sleazeball temp to management. What? No. Then my boss (female one, not male one) called me Sweetcheeks, continuing in the vein of mocking the situation. I said no, no that's not how it works, no: you should not be shaming me for calling out a harasser. If I was the only one who felt secure enough to complain formally and get the guy reprimanded, I, who couldn't make myself tell him off to his face, what kind of message do you think it sends to everyone who wasn't brave enough to say anything to anyone, for you to behave like this? If you shame people who speak up about harassment, even in jest, you make it so no on wants to speak up. You contribute to an environment of harassment, genuine, non-jesting harassment, because your actions serve to silence victims of harassment. I wasn't pissed off for myself, I was pissed off for the context and the people around me. I don't care if you're my friend, it is inappropriate to shame someone for stopping harassment, so you will not say these things to me.

I was not this eloquent at work. I wish I had been. I think I managed to get the message across, though.

Sigh.