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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
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
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I was at faire and a belly dancer was showing a cute small princess how to do a move, and she intently leaned over and explained "If you keep at it, you can be a dancer! You can be just like me."
I leaned over and said, intently: "You should learn math."
I know you do both very well tyvm ;P
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