Sue, if you want the...you know what...nudge nudge, say no more...
It's amazing--there's a metric shitload of not just fandom, but you could lose yourself in Supernatural or Sherlock or whatever, and it took me longer than it should have to realise there's pretty much non-overlapping sets of radfem, trans* issues, and every kind of nudity you could imagine. The specific focusses that people are expressing. Dayum. I am impressed by the range of human interest and desire.
Okay, can all the developers please go to lunch and not invite me? Like, honestly, please do that. They've asked my manager, and I'm just hoping the tacit I'm-a-bitch understanding includes excluding me.
I like the sexisnotheenemy tumblr because it's a got a great range of images, and also some quotes on sex and sexuality that are always worth reading.
Okay, can all the developers please go to lunch and not invite me? Like, honestly, please do that. They've asked my manager, and I'm just hoping the tacit I'm-a-bitch understanding includes excluding me.
Sounds like time for a strategic washroom break.
Going to Hawaii this weekend!! I figure today is the "hard" day of packing and cleaning up, tomorrow is the last minute stuff, then plane!
Two bags done, just mine left to pack. A friend came by with not just a loaner rash guard, but a suit as well, so that's a big relief, although frankly I think I totes deserve a new suit if I can get myself to a store today.
Done with my stupid work, and strategically ignored most other emails! Let the vacation continue.
A rash guard is what now?
A rash guard is a shirt made out of lightweight bathing suit material so you can wear it in the water. Usually has very high SPF protection, like 50-100%. Skin protection for surfing, etc, but in my case just protection from the sun.
Cannot open container containing salad. Ahrg. Oh well, going home soon.
Excellent. They totally left without me. But I'll need to keep the washroom exit strategy in mind. I already went out to his farewell lunch. If I keep celebrating it, I might be verging on the obvious.
A rash guard is a swimsuit shirt, brenda. Originally used for surfing as a coverup while you're in the water.
At home I have no proper ergonomics set up. I curl up at the edge of my magical cuddle lounge, and I lean over to the right to use my personal laptop, and the work laptop is on the lounge with me. Completely haphazard.
I come to work, sit at my desk for an hour, and I'm mega stiff when I get up, like I had, you know, exercised or some stupidity. What is with that? How can this be so much more uncomfortable than crosslegged in my living room?
There's some variant of "fuckyeahgaycouples" (that I'm not going to look up right now) that's not x-rated by any means--it's usually young guys submitting pictures of them cuddling their boyfriends and extolling their excellence. It's really sweet. It's on my not-at-work dash though, just in case.
(My boss asked if I had a "significant other" when we were all out for lunch. I felt pointlessly awkward answering that. I'm sure he got all sorts of gay vibes off me in that moment.)
I have a spot on my skirt that looks like grease. This skirt is fresh out of the wash--I haven't spilt anything on it today, so I'm figuring it's something that resisted the detergent.
If so...what are my options for getting rid of it? God, it looks stupid and clumsy and all kinds of "why *there*?)
I think baby powder, or maybe corn starch, will take it out, ita.
