starting to get a little desperate. I’ve been preparing for the holidays for months in both my…

starting to get a little desperate. I’ve been preparing for the holidays for months in both my shops, buying components & basing my predictions on my historical not-huge-but-nice growth, and sales are … down forty percent. at the literal worst possible time. I was counting on a nice holiday bump to help keep us, y’know, making mortgage payments and paying off the extortionate surgery & re-roof we’ve been hit with in the past weeks. 

it doesn’t help that near-constant pain is making my life a living hell, and my pain-relief options are limited at this time. 

and unrelated except as it pertains to my mood: I raced home on my lunch to let the puppy out to pee, because I’ll be home late tonight & I didn’t want him to have an accident in his crate … and when I put him back in, he howled heartbreakingly. I was choking back tears all the way back to work.

I could use some good news. or a few big orders. or both. both would be nice.

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starting to get a little desperate. I’ve been preparing for the holidays for months in both my…

starting to get a little desperate. I’ve been preparing for the holidays for months in both my shops, buying components & basing my predictions on my historical not-huge-but-nice growth, and sales are … down forty percent. at the literal worst possible time. I was counting on a nice holiday bump to help keep us, y’know, making mortgage payments and paying off the extortionate surgery & re-roof we’ve been hit with in the past weeks. 

it doesn’t help that near-constant pain is making my life a living hell, and my pain-relief options are limited at this time. 

and unrelated except as it pertains to my mood: I raced home on my lunch to let the puppy out to pee, because I’ll be home late tonight & I didn’t want him to have an accident in his crate … and when I put him back in, he howled heartbreakingly. I was choking back tears all the way back to work.

I could use some good news. or a few big orders. or both. both would be nice.

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Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

Gotta try it

I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”

I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.

Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.

Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.

I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

MY NEW ATTITUDE: Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

so my silversmithing class starts in two days, and I’m having new-thing-related anxiety attacks – and then I remembered this post.

THANK YOU QUEEN CHARLIZE. I WILL MURDERWALK MY WAY TO SILVERSMITHING GREATNESS.

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