Artist, musical performer, and former derby skater from the Midwest.
I'm single, childless, and married to freedom and adventure.
ACAB, Anti-War, and I hate Democrats, Republicans, and billionaires. (Yes, even your favorite billionaire: the pop star, the legendary athlete, or the soft-spoken investment guru.)

















Less of a rage-quit and more of a rage-promotion. (it'll make sense, just keep reading.)
I am someone who keeps track of what I do, my productivity, and how much output I'm generating in my work. A company I used to work for decided they wanted to do back-door layoffs by handing out phony write-ups and putting people on performance improvement plans, and they targeted me.
Essentially, I went into a meeting with my boss thinking I was going to get promoted or at least an attaboy, because I knew I was the highest performer on the team.
Nope. It was a writeup. I told them straight up that I was doing more work than anyone on the team, I could prove it, and I wasn't signing. I fought the PIP with HR too, and the delicious thing was my bosses knew they fucked up, because I breezed right through it.
Ended up interviewing for an internal req that put me in a senior position on the other team, and what galled me the most was the insistence my boss on a going-away lunch, and I hated every second of it. I was gracious on my way out because I didn't want to burn bridges, but I honestly hope that person is rotting in Hell now, and am very pleased that that company got bought out and sold for parts, so hopefully they all got fired too.