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This week had been so hellish, I don't even know where to begin.

So I'll start at the beginning.

Sunday should have just been cancelled, I was a walking disaster and I still can't explain why everything went wrong, but it did. I mean, okay, so there are mornings you wake up feeling a bit ill and you skip breakfast, but you're also too exhausted to shower, your hair is a mess and you thank god you wear hats on a regular basis so by the time you get to work (to which you were 15 minutes late) your hair is at least flat.

If you follow me on twitter you know I had a company trip to the middle of fucking nowhere. The details of which we weren't given at any time until it was actually happening. The week before I went to our office admin and begged her for the info, I nearly cried, because I'm perfectly willing to go on this stupid fucking asinine trip if I know what's going to happen.

As you may imagine I made it no secret that I was not happy about going on an over night trip, of which I received no information other than what clothes to bring. Again, none of which gave me any information regarding the activities.

Add to that that I was due to get my period while on the fucking trip (which I did, making the experience all the more, you know, fucking fun).

I will admit that I enjoyed the sunrise over the desert, which I would have liked knowing about in advance so I could stop being anxious about the whole fucking company trip.

We stayed in a commercialised Bedouin compound, which had the double whammy of being both appropriative and exploitative of the Bedouin culture and of utterly prettifying the reality of their existence as second hand citizens in Israel. Sorry I couldn't enjoy the lecture, Sir, I'm sure the minimum wage you get for lecturing to a bunch of Israeli tourists isn't your main source of income considering you have 4 wives and 18 children - and yeah, I have no doubt your daughters are happy to be worth 7 camels. I wish I was lying, or joking.

My co-worker said I was barometer for misogyny. I think I'm just good at seeing through tourist bullshit and know enough about the reality of the Bedouin population (both transient and permanent) to not want to hear what a Bedouin man has to say about honour and respect of "his" women.

So that was fun, add to that the utterly sexist (Western style!) rock opera about the world of High Tech (the world I currently work in) and I had the best time ever!


That's the thing, you know, I know I'm an "extremist" when it comes to this shit, I'm bothered by sexism and heterosexism in a way that will always ruin other people's "fun". I'm a stick in the mud, so you know, I moan and groan and do my best to grit my teeth through it.

I didn't mention this to my Boss when she asked for feedback about the trip, but I mentioned the anxiety and the fact that the head of HR told me off for not coming directly to her if I wanted the information about the trip (which, you know, makes her an asshole), when I mentioned to the head of HR that I was anxious about the trip.

You know, I'd rather not talk about my anxieties about these kind of field trips to people who don't have my interests at heart! I mean, shock at that, right?

As I said, the sunrise was beautiful. I'm not sure it was worth the anxiety of not knowing in advance that this was the plan.

The massage that we were given after breakfast would have been better if the masseuse wasn't an asshole and didn't verbally harass me while I was basically trapped under his hands. Seriously, I didn't need to know what "blowjob" is in Spanish and you didn't need to call me "Sweetheart" when you were done. It was skeevy and icky.

The cherry on top was that at lunch my team + other colleagues sat together one of my team-mates asked if I don't like mushrooms because they look like penises.

So that was fun.

And due to my anxiety I totally crapped out on what I was supposed to accomplish this week for work, which made me feel like shit, even though I think my Boss was sympathetic.

That was my week. I'm so glad it's over.
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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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