Oh geez. I'm 99% sure my parents aren't alcoholics?
'Sleeper'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
I'm sure it's possible that some of you non-ACOA civilians might have picked up the skill as well. :)
When I look at this one, however, all I can think is, "Stop staring at me!" The paintings are an entertaining Rorschach test, too. [link] (it goes to the painting after the opening flash)
I love that. Reminds me of a cross between some sort of Toltec frieze and the building I grew up in ( [link] ). And blood veins, I guess.
Hah--I am the opposite, at work I have the WORST time not showing on my face exactly what I think. I'm slightly better at it in personal life but not much. I've said in interviews that at least everyone always knows where they stand with me?
We learn early to put on a competent and calm face for protection or maybe because everyone around us is without boundaries and someone needs to draw he line. It turns out this skill is very useful in a work environment. Also useful in emergencies or in sickrooms.
Ayup.
I had to unlearn this in close relationships where having a game face SUCKS, which took a lot of work,
I wish I could figure out how to do this.
I'm sure it's possible that some of you non-ACOA civilians might have picked up the skill as well. :)
Heh.
Well, work has me pretty well stressed at the moment. We "upgraded" to Office 2010 ... and now I can't print to any printer in the office. um, yeah ... that's really great (especially since my boss uses me to do letters, labels, etc., which she's too lazy/disorganized to print)
On the other hand, I can say, from experience, that when you're having problems with something and the Person Who Knows says, "you just ..." it's not that simple. Happened twice today and both times the PWK came by to walk me through it and - surprise! - it was something the system wouldn't let me do.
I'm gonna go home and eat ice cream, I think.
I don't think I can write, interact with humans, and advocate for scientists without the heart/sleeve issue.
Fuck it. It's not an issue. I don't cry at my desk or yell at people. I'm just passionate about shit that I think people should feel passionate about. I work for the best scientists on the fucking planet. Shit my guys are finishing up is GOING TO THE MOON next week. I got to speak to Sally Ride on the phone. SALLY RIDE. Yes, when I transferred her call over, I called my mom and squeeeeeed.
It's ok to go fangurl over my job. It's awesome. In fact, Ima go do more of it RIGHT NOW.
(see, that's what happens)
Oh, I get passionate, Allyson. I think that's awesome and it's great for the other people at work. I love that you feel that way. I even get righteously angry if it's needed--and sometimes it is. I meant bringing non-work feelings into work, crying because I am having a bad day or snapping someone's head off because I am upset about something that happened at home--stuff like that.