It’s been a few days since my trip to Bloomsbury Theatre in London and I still can’t help thinking about the three people who thought I was staff. I did not have a lanyard, a radio, or an earpiece. What I did have was a folded coat, two books, and two cans of water. Nothing to suggest staff. Nada.

There should be a rule against eating hot food on the train. Why would you bring smelly stuff into an enclosed space with other people???

Tapping the sign.

Going out drinking after work as you get older stops being about whether you’re a lightweight or not and more about whether you actually had chance to take a dinner break on your shift

Stumbled across a subreddit for CPTSD memes and, oh boy, did it open up a can of worms when I looked up what it meant. Just staring at the floor with dawning realisation while my brain goes brrrrrrrrr

#proofofcat