My typing finger is getting better
Aug. 2nd, 2010 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzThe rain has just started and I'm sitting in City Cafe, nearly alone, watching... I got an offhand invitation to return to Vienna Austria which I'm finding surprisingly tempting and I don't know why. It's painful to deal with the time change, funny to be language retarded, and even tummy turning...but it's also neat neat neat with all the differences and cute euro looks, less annoying people, manners...oh god manners, remember those? Pretty too...all the buildings even older and odder than B'more.
I keep looking at real estate in good and bad neighborhoods and doing nothing. I might as well cum in a sock. Went to a party on Friday in a house built in the 1960s that he bought for $75k. For serious - the price of a Mercedes s-class can get you a gorgeous house (in a not-so-good neighborhood, but hey...the home assoc fenced off the alley to keep the whores out of there).
I am proudly wearing my new coffee-burlap-sack chucks. It's time chucks just sold you the bottom and let you stitch on your own fabric.
At Otakon I saw a fashion forward tie that looked like a punk jacket. I have a german army jacket I've started putting random things on, because I forget I'm not 20, and realized I'd be a fool to buy this tie version of my jacket for $60 and a fool if I don't kill a tie myself by tacking on fishnet, fun words from cloth patches, and a few safety pins plus maybe a chain. Fashion? Give me a staple gun.
This also works for piercings.
Confidence is weird. I've been at this pretend-lawyer job for a tad over 4 years and...I guess I now kind of know what I'm doing. I remember being terrified and having no idea what I was doing. I learned the motions dance first, and then accommodated my lack of memory by creating all sorts of triple-check monitoring and alarm-sounding reminders. Then I learned how to bluster my way through a depo to the point it's something I can kind of wing now. Hearings don't scare me as I've done the dance and had to adjust when surprise evidence or bad rulings kept things out I needed. The last piece of my personal puzzle was sucking at legal research. Law...is supposed to require research, but many lawyers seem to coast of of "what they know."
I have now, due to multiple involuntary shoves into difficult sections of emerging law, learned how to conduct legal research. I kind of realized this when I was writing my accomplishment report (nothing scores a good rating like writing the text for your boss for a lazy rubber stamp) and addressed the legal research part. Gee, when I had to do the mega case, I wound up researching FLSA, FLRA, and emerging private law - even soliciting unpublished documents from the Labor Dept. This really was obvious to me when I wrote this to brag for money...but then I think about this stupid fight I just had over how to count a calendar year. I dug up all sorts of garbage cases for both sides of the year, covering weekends, sick leave, letter dates, mailed-on dates, arrived dates, end of tour by hour issues, refused mail, changed addresses, personal delivery, cell phone messages...I mean just all over the place. It wasn't hard either...remember when you were in the 8th grade and didn't want to write a book report? You were trying to find the short way out, and someone explained that if you just answered the questions that stared you in the face that length would be no issue? 30 years later that lesson has finally sunk in - I don't write for length, in fact my writing requires a lot of trimming.
Whatever. There are no parts left of my job I don't know how to do. Sure I could do each and every part better, there is always the possibility of a catastrophic error, but I'm bordering on competence in all the areas that matter. No fear of losing the job for non-political reasons. This is good stuff.
I also am likely to score another serious bump this year as when my program area puts out numerous written reports about how MY SETTLEMENT saved us >$100 mil...how can I not get a top rating? I mean it could happen, but things look good. Plus - this pay for performance thing is still in place so that bump isn't a stupid bonus but serious for-life cash. Sure it sucked...
Wow what an unfortunate crossdresser that is. Wow. Her lip is hanging down and waggling...and is that really a Dodge Daytona? Wow. She's like a timid divine with a liver condition.
for those 9 months or so of endless slavry, but I'm cashing in those comp hours and...
WHOA she just walked by...fishnets with flats!? Oh now I...oh dear...she's heading into the clinic and has a clear plastic bag with at least 10, maybe 20 or 30, prescription bottles. Poor dear. Wow. Wow.
using my leave like mad and not planning on taking on other huge projects for fighting my way back to management. No, I'm more interested in securing the ability to step down to a lower responsibility and pay job...secure and liveable money (it's still damn good money) but not be constantly stressed and fighting all the time.
I've also decided I might be a worthless parent. Seriously - isn't one of the most important things you teach a kid, besides responsibility, integrity, and self-esteem...social skills? Ever seen parents explaining how to do things? "Say hi, see, she's a baby like you! Hello, what's your name..." just basic interaction, considerations, rules of conduct....that I'm barely learning in my 40s. Have I overcome being socially retarded in my 40s enough to teach a toddler how to interact without horribly breaking the child in some other unforeseen way?
"That's right, say hello. That's ok, maybe they don't feel like saying hello today, let's let them be for now. Remember, you can always study wrestling and striking for 7-10 years or so, plus keep up a steady strength and cardio regiment to ensure they do not victimize you...and even if they do the same or some other reason keeps you from addressing wrongs done to you, it's still easy to get lots of firepower and make a suicidal splash from the school or food court...wanna listen to Iron Maiden again?"
I keep looking at real estate in good and bad neighborhoods and doing nothing. I might as well cum in a sock. Went to a party on Friday in a house built in the 1960s that he bought for $75k. For serious - the price of a Mercedes s-class can get you a gorgeous house (in a not-so-good neighborhood, but hey...the home assoc fenced off the alley to keep the whores out of there).
I am proudly wearing my new coffee-burlap-sack chucks. It's time chucks just sold you the bottom and let you stitch on your own fabric.
At Otakon I saw a fashion forward tie that looked like a punk jacket. I have a german army jacket I've started putting random things on, because I forget I'm not 20, and realized I'd be a fool to buy this tie version of my jacket for $60 and a fool if I don't kill a tie myself by tacking on fishnet, fun words from cloth patches, and a few safety pins plus maybe a chain. Fashion? Give me a staple gun.
This also works for piercings.
Confidence is weird. I've been at this pretend-lawyer job for a tad over 4 years and...I guess I now kind of know what I'm doing. I remember being terrified and having no idea what I was doing. I learned the motions dance first, and then accommodated my lack of memory by creating all sorts of triple-check monitoring and alarm-sounding reminders. Then I learned how to bluster my way through a depo to the point it's something I can kind of wing now. Hearings don't scare me as I've done the dance and had to adjust when surprise evidence or bad rulings kept things out I needed. The last piece of my personal puzzle was sucking at legal research. Law...is supposed to require research, but many lawyers seem to coast of of "what they know."
I have now, due to multiple involuntary shoves into difficult sections of emerging law, learned how to conduct legal research. I kind of realized this when I was writing my accomplishment report (nothing scores a good rating like writing the text for your boss for a lazy rubber stamp) and addressed the legal research part. Gee, when I had to do the mega case, I wound up researching FLSA, FLRA, and emerging private law - even soliciting unpublished documents from the Labor Dept. This really was obvious to me when I wrote this to brag for money...but then I think about this stupid fight I just had over how to count a calendar year. I dug up all sorts of garbage cases for both sides of the year, covering weekends, sick leave, letter dates, mailed-on dates, arrived dates, end of tour by hour issues, refused mail, changed addresses, personal delivery, cell phone messages...I mean just all over the place. It wasn't hard either...remember when you were in the 8th grade and didn't want to write a book report? You were trying to find the short way out, and someone explained that if you just answered the questions that stared you in the face that length would be no issue? 30 years later that lesson has finally sunk in - I don't write for length, in fact my writing requires a lot of trimming.
Whatever. There are no parts left of my job I don't know how to do. Sure I could do each and every part better, there is always the possibility of a catastrophic error, but I'm bordering on competence in all the areas that matter. No fear of losing the job for non-political reasons. This is good stuff.
I also am likely to score another serious bump this year as when my program area puts out numerous written reports about how MY SETTLEMENT saved us >$100 mil...how can I not get a top rating? I mean it could happen, but things look good. Plus - this pay for performance thing is still in place so that bump isn't a stupid bonus but serious for-life cash. Sure it sucked...
Wow what an unfortunate crossdresser that is. Wow. Her lip is hanging down and waggling...and is that really a Dodge Daytona? Wow. She's like a timid divine with a liver condition.
for those 9 months or so of endless slavry, but I'm cashing in those comp hours and...
WHOA she just walked by...fishnets with flats!? Oh now I...oh dear...she's heading into the clinic and has a clear plastic bag with at least 10, maybe 20 or 30, prescription bottles. Poor dear. Wow. Wow.
using my leave like mad and not planning on taking on other huge projects for fighting my way back to management. No, I'm more interested in securing the ability to step down to a lower responsibility and pay job...secure and liveable money (it's still damn good money) but not be constantly stressed and fighting all the time.
I've also decided I might be a worthless parent. Seriously - isn't one of the most important things you teach a kid, besides responsibility, integrity, and self-esteem...social skills? Ever seen parents explaining how to do things? "Say hi, see, she's a baby like you! Hello, what's your name..." just basic interaction, considerations, rules of conduct....that I'm barely learning in my 40s. Have I overcome being socially retarded in my 40s enough to teach a toddler how to interact without horribly breaking the child in some other unforeseen way?
"That's right, say hello. That's ok, maybe they don't feel like saying hello today, let's let them be for now. Remember, you can always study wrestling and striking for 7-10 years or so, plus keep up a steady strength and cardio regiment to ensure they do not victimize you...and even if they do the same or some other reason keeps you from addressing wrongs done to you, it's still easy to get lots of firepower and make a suicidal splash from the school or food court...wanna listen to Iron Maiden again?"
