Nubian queen

And I went to a TOS Star Trek place, Squire of Gothos, except he said Nubian slave. Never mind me.

This country has seem women captured and women sent home in body bags since the first Iraq war and there's been hardly a peep about it. Women are dying in combat now, but because their role isn't considered "combat," their chance for promotions is reduced. I wish we could move on to "all soldiers, whatever their gender, are protected against sexual harassment"

CV! Pictures!

I hold the door for everyone. I run to get the door for people who look like they'll have trouble. I often become entangled in my coat, but usually someone trying help makes it worse. I am irritated when men do that little dance at doors and elevators to let women go first, because it usually just gets in my way.

So I had a nice lunch with former co-worker who told me a bit about his new company (employee-owned, reasonable size but not enormous, pretty good benefits, interesting work), and came back to find out that My Nemesis had "neglected" to inform me of a significant change in one of our projects.

I could very easily have embarrassed the fuck out of myself because she can't be bothered to keep me in the loop. Actually, I misspeak: it's not "can't be bothered", it's intentional leaving-me-out so that I will embarrass the fuck out of myself.

I run to get the door for people who look like they'll have trouble.

This is also the exception to my anxiety described above. I'll always try to do the same.

I'm also a door-holder. Also, to clarify, I am all for politeness and courtesy. Just not gender-based.

I hold the door as I go through for people behind me; I'll stand aside and hold it for people carrying things or dealing with recalcitrant children or dogs. I hate when someone makes a big production out of the door-holding, coat-assisting, seating, etc. I resent when I hold the door for someone and they sail through as though I were their personal door holder (they're usually on the phone damn them).

I'm still mad at people who I obviously let into traffic that don't give me a thank you wave. So I stop letting people in.

Say hello to the problem!

IT WAS YOU ON THE 405, ita.

Good god, Consuela. I would seriously have lost my shit at the woman LONG ago. I remain impressed you haven't trashed her office while screaming your head off. Lordy.

IT WAS YOU ON THE 405, ita.

Fuck, yeah. Be nicer to me next time, eh?