The Writer

Oct 01
Oct 01
allonsytimetraveler:

The start of fall truly being ushered in. 

allonsytimetraveler:

The start of fall truly being ushered in. 

Oct 01
Sep 30
Sep 30

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ablogforblogging:

tintindreamsbig:

ablogforblogging:

So I’m pretty sure I have a claim at work where our driver is transgendered. The driver is listed by a male name & listed as male. But their voicemail states a female name. And when I talked to the dad he kept alternating between my son/daughter and he/she. And the other driver referred to our…

That’s such a sticky situation. I would go with whatever you have on record (sir) and if they correct you just acknowledge it and let them know that when it comes to recorded statements you have to go by what is ON the record but when it’s something not on the record go by what they choose? Might help them be more comfortable?

Sorry if that was confusing lol

No, that makes sense. I think that is the best way to go about it. I’m also gonna take canonologie's advice & run it by my manager. Thanks!

I get that sometimes too, with applications for passports. Sometimes male will be listed and they clearly sound female, and have verified all relevant privacy info. But I just treat it like a normal call, and I try not to say sir/maam if I can avoid it. (some females who are clearly female sometimes sound male)

Sep 30
Sep 30
definite-disnerd:

What’s a fire? by winderly
Sep 30
dearestjohn:

You gave me a forever within the numbered days

dearestjohn:

You gave me a forever within the numbered days

Sep 30
metafourr:

Van Houten,
    I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for any favours, but if you have time- and from what I saw, you have plenty- I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently. Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars.  (Okay maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.)  Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we are not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten it’s triumphant. It’s heroic.  After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I walked in behind the nurse and got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. I just held her hand and tried to imagine a world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her. You don’t get to choose the ones you hurtin this world, but you do have some say in who hurrts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. 

metafourr:

Van Houten,

    I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for any favours, but if you have time- and from what I saw, you have plenty- I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently. Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars.  (Okay maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.)  Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we are not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten it’s triumphant. It’s heroic.  After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I walked in behind the nurse and got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. I just held her hand and tried to imagine a world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her. You don’t get to choose the ones you hurtin this world, but you do have some say in who hurrts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. 

Sep 30