Cevilia (she/they/…)

40 year old she/her or they/them or any pronoun. I’m a woman… I think. I pretend to be an elf on the Internet. Lesbian-leaning bi, mostly attracted to femininity in all its beautiful forms.

I use tone indicators.

Trans rights.

“Stay woke. Keep your eyes open.”

/srs

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  • Because it’s everywhere and I’m tired of people trying to make me try it.

    The Slop Sketch (with apologies to Monty Python)

    Scene: A cafe. One table is occupied by a group of Vikings with horned helmets on. A man and his wife enter.

    Man (Eric Idle): You sit here, dear.

    Wife (Graham Chapman in drag): All right.

    Man (to Waitress): Morning!

    Waitress (Terry Jones, in drag as a bit of a rat-bag): Morning!

    Man: Well, what’ve you got?

    Waitress: Well, there’s egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and slop; egg bacon and slop; egg bacon sausage and slop; slop bacon sausage and slop; slop egg slop slop bacon and slop; slop sausage slop slop bacon slop tomato and slop;

    Vikings (starting to chant): Slop slop slop slop…

    Waitress: …slop slop slop egg and slop; slop slop slop slop slop slop baked beans slop slop slop…

    Vikings (singing): Lovely slop! Lovely slop!

    Waitress: …or Lobster Thermidor aux crevettes with a Mornay sauce served in a Provençale manner with shallots and aubergines, garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and a fried egg on top and slop.

    Wife: Have you got anything without slop?

    Waitress: Well, there’s slop egg sausage and slop, that’s not got much slop in it.

    Wife: I don’t want ANY slop!

    Man: Why can’t she have egg bacon slop and sausage?

    Wife: THAT’S got slop in it!

    Man: Hasn’t got as much slop in it as slop egg sausage and slop, has it?

    Vikings: Slop slop slop slop (crescendo through next few lines)

    Wife: Could you do the egg bacon slop and sausage without the slop then?

    Waitress: Urgghh!

    Wife: What do you mean ‘Urgghh’? I don’t like slop!

    Vikings: Lovely slop! Wonderful slop!

    Waitress: Shut up!

    Vikings: Lovely slop! Wonderful slop!

    Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can’t have egg bacon slop and sausage without the slop.

    Wife (shrieks): I don’t like slop!

    Man: Sshh, dear, don’t cause a fuss. I’ll have your slop. I love it. I’m having slop slop slop slop slop slop slop baked beans slop slop slop and slop!

    Vikings (singing): Slop slop slop slop. Lovely slop! Wonderful slop!

    Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.

    Man: Well could I have her slop instead of the baked beans then?

    Waitress: You mean slop slop slop slop slop slop… (but it is too late and the Vikings drown her words)

    Vikings: (singing elaborately) Slop slop slop slop. Lovely slop! Wonderful slop! Slop slo-o-o-o-o-op slop slo-o-o-o-o-op slop. Lovely slop! Lovely slop! Lovely slop! Lovely slop! Lovely slop! Slop, slop, slop, SLOOOOOOOOOOOP!







  • I’ve worked for the same company for about twenty years. I’m still rank and file because I’ve repeatedly turned down supervisory roles. Like in your situation, the pay for the more stressful job isn’t much better and comes with a lot more responsibility.

    Instead, I negotiated to get myself off the rota system and onto fixed hours. I am the only member of staff outside of upper management who’s on fixed hours. Literally everyone else works shifts. Middle management don’t like that, but I consistently perform well on whatever plausible metrics they dream up, I’m generally well-liked, also they can’t get rid of me because I know where the bodies are buried*.

    In summary: I believe you’ve made the right choice, because I made a similar one. But it’s not my choice. The choice is yours alone.

    *this is a metaphor for institutional knowledge, as far as I know there are no bodies buried in the old trolley shed behind the Inpost locker







  • Overly simplistic example:

    • You have clothes. You need food.

    • I have food. I don’t need clothes, but I do need water.

    • Someone else has water. They need clothes.

    We could do a complicated multi-party trade. Or, rather than set one of those up for every single necessity of life, find some item that everyone’s willing to trade for. Instead of using items which have intrinsic value such as gold (which we’d presumably also have to trade for), we can use a token whose only purpose is to be that universal item. We call that “money”.

    The way we represent that token isn’t really important. It can be metal discs. It can be pieces of paper. It can be numbers in a computer system. But crucially, because everyone is willing to trade what they have for some amount of money, we can each trade the things we have too much of for money, and then trade that money for the things we need.

    Again, this is overly simplistic and missing a hell of a lot of nuance. But that’s how money works in the most basic possible terms.