June 4th, 2025 - Stale Victory

I accepted the promotion. Everyone told me to. I’m not doing it because they told me to; but their consultations certainly influenced my decision. Everyone told me to ask for more money though, like even the guy my boss’ boss reports to told me to. Effective Monday I am second in command. I always have been, even if unofficially.

The person who told me to ask for more, Dimitri, it was his birthday today! We waited until lunch to sing happy birthday and give him his gifts. It was a nice celebration. One of my coworkers kids came into work just to surprise her. I think she needed it, she was overcome with emotion. I’m glad she got to smile, sometimes she’s so down. :( like the world is against her.

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Ugh, work talk is reductive; I’m so much more than my job. I say and then go home and do nothing. All I did when I got home was put on my rain guards that came in. I like my car, save only the square of shame.

Damn Shawty, I’m boring asf.

—- 3 hours later —-

I’m going to die here. I will die without my dreams realized. I will have never created any piece of art. My name will fade only a decade after I pass. No symphony will play for me. My screenplay with no pages. My songs unsung. This country will be my resting place, but my bones will lie uneasy. Restless forever.

The music isn’t working. I’d rather sit in silence. - Dyl