ObscuraJournal 10/19/25

I went back to work today.

Have I ever told y'all how much I hate my job. It's an easy job complicated by people who have never encountered a paying customer in their lives. The pay is really good, the benefits are killer, and the paid vacations are sweet as hell, and those are the only reasons I'm at this job. Beyond those things, employees are micro-managed to the nth degree by pencil pushing 'executives' dazzled by their interns flowcharts of trends and industry analysis.

So I went back to this job, because of the really good pay, kickass benefits, and more paid vacation than I've ever had in my entire life because I'm a glutton for punishment. One day I'll wise up, get my financial concerns in perfect working condition, and retire from this motherfucker. Until then, I will grind my life away one paycheck at a time.

Oh, there's another benefit. I get to overhear real conversations from real people. I hear how people talk, the words they use, the pauses between the words, the things they don't say, how silence sometimes speaks volumes. As a writer, I need to be able to hear those things, especially what people say to one another. I think that's why I kinda excel in dialogue on the page, because I listen to these people carrying on with one another. I always make sure my characters have something to say, or at least a reason to talk to someone else, and then I try to make it as real as possible.

So yeah, working with the public is the pits sometimes, but I probably wouldn't have it any other way.

peace&love