I like being a dirt scientist because everybody expects me to be a fucking freak and since nothing I do is client-side I’m never asked to fake enthusiasm. My heart goes out to all the people trying to survive having real jobs. I would shrivel up and die.
“Our soils specialist is a giant hulking transsexual communist who only comes out at night, communicates by grunting, and comes to work dressed like a Hasidic crustpunk. She does great work tho.”
Tbh capitalism is becoming more and more hostile to neurodivergent or just regular eccentric people every single day. Whenever I think about looking for another job all the listings are like “We’re looking for a TEAM PLAYER motivated ENTHUSIASTIC go the extra mile HUSTLE GRIND put on a friendly face–” sir I put dirt into glassware and manipulate it