Sophia, your coworker is an awful, awful person. If it wouldn't (probably) cause you to suffer a headache, I would suggest liberally applying some really potent perfume (like, say, Poison) right before you got in the car with her.

I don't really understand tumblr either.

It's like Twitter, but it's a constant stream of eye-candy? That's what I use it as. "Look, here's a pretty thing! Oooh, cupcakes! Oooh, gothy fashion! OMG SHOES! Look, bats!"

I don't really understand tumblr either. I am full up on social media. There is no more room in the social part of my brain.

The thing that I do not understand is that people seem to comment, but they aren't full comments Or something. But there is no conversation happening.

I think you are right- facebook took the last available brain cell in the social part of my brain.

Yeah, I don't actually understand the tumblr myself, but it seems like what the kids today are into!

Hey Tom Scola, can I use pictures you took for background and stuff? Maybe this one? [link]

I would suggest liberally applying some really potent perfume (like, say, Poison) right before you got in the car with her.

I could wear something that reeks of cat pee, because I have a cat pee scented pile of laundry.

The thing is, this happened to me before, only it was my boss That time it turned out the cat had peed on my purse, which was right by the door of my office. But I figured that out pretty quickly when my friend Katie smelled me and my purse. This time she found nothing!

The thing that I do not understand is that people seem to comment, but they aren't full comments Or something. But there is no conversation happening.

People can ... add notes to Tumblr posts, I think? I don't really know. For me it's just pretty pictures and music videos.

Sophia, that's just nasty of your co-worker. Just...that's not how you do things.

Apparently I have a tumblr. Who knew? When it says May 7th, it means 2008. I sign up for every fucking thing. This is how I found a six year old deviant art account and two Vox accounts just before they disappeared.

Is there a way to submit a video so it embeds the viewer in the screen?

Sophia, honestly? I'd go on the offensive: "I use unscented products because of scent sensitivities*, and I'm well familiar with personal hygiene so perhaps you are unused to natural odors and they are a trigger for you. Not much I can do about that without causing me significant discomfort. Hell, maybe it is incompatible pheremones!"

* = no matter if it is true or not.

I don't think I get migraines, but I do have certain scent issues. Which is why I can only handle aveda for maybe 6 hours tops (helps it makes Loki BITE MY HEAD, so I promptly wash it before being home for any time.) BUT. There is a new IT guy. My officemate is an IT guy. Having the new guy and his cologne in my office for most of a couple mornings made it feel like my sinuses were being scrubbed with coarse steel wool and I was left with a horrid sinus headache, piercing pains behind my eyes and hangovery feeling all day.

And this new guy will work a lot with my officemate. I don't know if it was a couple-off thing or what, but if it persists, I'm gonna have to talk to him. Feel like ass, but I just can't do that.

But that is an artificial scent. It's not bad, either. I just react badly to it. Back when my previous officemate got a new cologne, I had to ask him not to use it at work. But we were buddies, and I'm pretty sure he felt as bad about it making me ill as I did asking him not to use it.

Allyson! I got books yesterday! Yay! I have not had time to read more than the first chapter because this week is trying to kill me, but I'm thinking that it will be my reward if I survive till Sunday.

Everyone has been too busy to help me put up the website, which sort of blows, since I'm awful at design.

Are you willing/able to pay for some design mojo? I can rec someone who I suspect would give you a good deal. Of course, he's getting married this weekend... but he's also been scrambling for funds lately so who knows. I can drop him a line and ask about $ and his schedule if you want; it can't hurt to ask.

Sophia, that's just nasty of your co-worker. Just...that's not how you do things.

The thing that has me kicking myself is that I am so far in the opposite direction as far as speaking to people about ANYTHING that is bothering me that I was feeling sorry for her as she did this, because it was obviously something she had really thought about, and she took the time to write it out so she could read it to me, So in our conversation, I was reassuring her that she hadn't hurt my feelings. Which of course she had, but I didn't want to make her feel bad. What is WRONG with me?