Yay! I got a small raise, a possible bonus, and promised a promotion by the end of the year. I guess no one else notices how much time I spend screwing around.
Natter 60: Gone In 60 Seconds
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Congrats, Tamara! It must be productive screwing around.
Congrats Tamara. And Erika - yeah that is what I was wondering: so you have to go through this shit all the time? Usually I think of myself as unshockable. But freakin grown people go out of their way to be rude to people with disabilities? I mean I expected to magically turn invisible to a lot people, but actual remarks? That surprised me.
It is geeky screwing around and that does help to inform my job, so maybe it is productive if you look at it right. And squint.
Oh, how strange. Here it's in pretty much every supermarket, in little paper bags, like baking powder.
Hee. Baking powder doesn't come in little paper bags here, either. It comes in cardboard canisters, usually. I had to make some notes in my grandmothers cookbook about how much baking powder is in "1 baking powder" or how much vanilla sugar is in "1 vanilla sugar."
My dad is back in the US. Storms in Chicago, Dallas and El Paso are delaying him getting home, but he's no longer incommunicado in Mongolia!
Day=long. Install finished early after one major glitch. Time will tell. Still nervous.
Oh & of course they tried to deliver my dsl stuff today. When I was tied up at the office.
Happy Birthday, Fred Pete!
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Congratulations, Tamara!
Not all the time, no(being cute, blonde and broken, is its own little hell) but often enough that I feel you on that. Actual rude is often easier for me to cope with because you can just think, well, screw you, too. But what do you say to the "helpful" ass who says "It's too bad. You'd be so pretty, if..." "If I had to do what you do, I'd kill myself.(Don't let me stop ya, bunk.) They outsourced Magical Cripples to India, JZ. Not my fault. Maybe it's NAFTA. They're sweeter, but sort of hard to understand on the phone. But when I was twelve, I got called "Bitch," by a sportsfan that thought I was faking. That hurt. Nobody had ever sworn AT me before.
And I don't think I'm much to look at, but I pay a different sort of price for the ways I fit the mainstream beauty standard. People feel compelled to comment in ways I wish they wouldn't. But I'm sure they don't realize what a mind--- that is. Or at least, when I'm being nice, that's what I think. But, you know, I'm insecure enough...