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Ate out at Mandalay last night and realized it was by Piratz tavern. Tastebuds churning. Good convo and stuff, needs re-doing.

But all the rest of my mind is work. Work is ... well my skin is thicker. Today was high-level meetings, getting flattered in front of a group of execs but then having to hold my tongue when some douche got credit for suggesting a course of action we begged him to do, and he repeatedly loudly refused, as he volunteered with his public audience. Unreal. Then I had to sit next to my smiling team-saying creepy guy ... who I thought was cool, respectful, intelligent, and liked as a friend - who is now just a steamroller of autocratic edicts masked with terms like "team" and "accountability" so he can make us do more work and essentially report on ourselves...

I get wrapped up in the politics and annoyances - my job may have an additional 10 minutes of work a day, or an hour perhaps...is it that bad? Why care? It's a funny fight between trying to decide when I care too much and need to control my emotions, and when it's time to go "I'm right - walk the fuck out of here." Of course the answer is both, but I'm a drama filled attention whore who is overly sensitive.

I am pretty much going to the blackout ball, yup.

There are no pictures of sandwiches in eljay, btw