June 8, 2026
I don’t know, man. I’m not writing enough. But tonight I came home from work, drained again. But I felt like writing. A little.
Work’s sort of getting me down. Every day - literally Every. Single. Day. There’s some kind of fire drill that has my adrenaline RUSHING throughout my whole body. Like, heart-racing, sweat-dripping, shivers and shakes.
…and then I find out that it’s my buyer, testing me in some way.
I’m going to figure it out once I’ve been through a whole season of development, but I’ll be goddamned if I let her become my daily source of toxic cortisol spikes.
I’m figuring out names for all of the characters at The Glitter Factory. It’s actually a great source of humor for me, and I laugh internally every time I work with one of my “characters”.
For example, the IT guy? He’s exactly like Ralph Wiggum from the Simpsons. I’m not even kidding! He even has the high-pitched voice and everything!
Please watch this. This is LITERALLY my IT guy!
Ralph was the first character I named.
The other day I had to go to him to fix something, and he turned to me after about 15 minutes of working on my computer and said, “I think I’m going to eat spaghetti tonight!” in that EXACT same voice.
Sometimes I think he has to be joking, but no. He’s not.
Anyway. In addition to Ralph, I have the following names so far:
- Gossip Queen = my super gay, gossipy queen of a boss
- Fluffy = his boss (she’s a fluffy woman with bleach blonde hair)
- Kissup K = my buyer (who is a blatent kissup to her boss)
- Pretty Jessie = my buyer’s boss
- Sweet J = My #1 staffer (an associate who’s more than an assistant). Smart, sweet, and soft-spoken. Is the nicest person I’ve met so far at the Glitter Factory
- Tart S = My #2 staffer (another associate who’s more than an assistant). Sassy as hell, and I don’t like her as much as Sweet J. There is always something going on with Tart S. Sick kid, UTI, flat tire…you name it. Something is happening with her literally every day. But she’s a good worker and lives close to the office and can flit in and out easily.
- Baby C = My #3 staffer (she’s actually an assistant). She’s shockingly gorgeous, but she literally sounds like a baby when she talks. Worse than Ralph Wiggum.
- Mailroom Mike = looooooves to talk to me, so I’ve befriended him. I pass by the mailroom every single day and Mailroom Mike is always eating something. Always. I don’t know how he’s not 1000 lbs. Doesn’t matter. The mail guy is always an important guy to know.
- Gigantic Paul = the guy who works at Santa’s Workshop, receiving and moving boxes and making space for us to set up all the products we develop
- Small Paul = the other guy at Santa’s Workshop who does the same thing, but he’s a smaller (and whiter) version of Gigantic Paul
Honestly, I think those are all the names I can think of right now because I really need to get to bed.
I feel better writing that out. It made me smile to get those names down on paper. And now, when I write about these folks (because they take up my whole freaking day every workday), you’ll know who I’m writing about.
This afternoon’s drama was about my upcoming trip to China and India (and maybe Vietnam). I can’t get into all of it but it involves practically all of the players above. I’ll write more soon.
It’s going to be a WILD RIDE!!
XOX
GS
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