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Elsie after hours
little things from the late shift
issue no. 01
somewhere after midnight
somewhere after midnight
late shift · still awake
Elsie ♡
you found the bit I keep off the feed
still up?
I’m Elsie. I work late, talk too much when I’m tired, and apparently know far less about old films than everyone thinks I should.
01 / from work
lately on the late shift.
Nothing dramatic. Just tea going cold, somebody arguing with me about the film, and the same three stories somehow getting better every time.
the five-minute sit down
which is never five minutes
movie night
They fight over who picks the film every single week. I get blamed either way.
match night
I am learning football almost entirely by being corrected from across the room.
goodbye hugs
Some people take a little longer to leave. I don’t really mind.
02 / the ongoing education
apparently I’m too young to know these.
So I started keeping the recommendations. Half the list is excellent. The other half feels like a coordinated attempt to make me cry.
the songs I was “born too late” for
There is a lot of Fleetwood Mac in here. No, I’m not complaining.
five classics I have to watch next
Everyone has a different definition of essential. This has become a problem.
my extremely unofficial match notes
I understand more than I did last month. That is all I’m willing to claim.
03 / outside the shift
the things around the edges.
A wishlist I keep changing, the coffee that gets me through another late one, and a few things I reach for when I get home.
my wishlist
things I keep almost buying.
Mostly little comforts, a camera I keep looking at, and a few things I absolutely do not need but would be very happy to unwrap.
look through my listcoffee before another late one.
It usually becomes an actual coffee on the way in. Thank you, honestly — but please never feel like you have to.
leave a coffeethe boring little reset.
Nothing miraculous. Just the few things I reach for when I finally get home.
the hand cream in my work bag
because I wash my hands approximately a thousand times
the sleep mask that actually stays on
daylight and night shifts are not close friends
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