My coworkers are younger than I am, and I'm pretty sure they don't know how old I am and therefore assume I'm around their age. I'll say something like, "I don't think Burning Man is for me." And they're all, "How do you know? You should go. Maybe you'd learn something about yourself!"
Coworker, I am not fresh out of college. I've had multiple careers. I go on adventures. When I make a statement about my preferences, it's not because I'm fearful of going outside my comfort zone. It's just that I have plenty of life experience informing me that I would not learn anything about myself that I don't already know at Burning Man.
For the umpteenth time: read the recipe all the way through. The frosting for tomorrow's retirement cake requires, as a final step, to be refridgerated for an hour, and beaten every fifteen minutes. WTF.
Can't decide if I have to frost right away at the end of the hour, or if I can put it back in the fridge and do it in the morning. To be safest, I should probably frost right away.
But seriously, who makes a frosting that you have to chill and beat and chill and beat (repeat and repeat)? The ladies at the Silver Palate, that's who.
Coworker better appreciate this.
-t and Amy, thanks. I think that second link of Amy's is probably the most succinct explanation I have seen. Now, getting people to read and understand and then use it correctly may be a different kettle of fish, but I'll do what I can.
Coworker, I am not fresh out of college.
But when I first met you, you
were
just out of college. So in my mind you still are kind of.
And Holli is an Eskimo.
And Dana is sometimes a street sign in New Orleans. (or Frodo)
And also you and Dana are the same BNF in Farscape.
I'd love to go to Burning Man if it were held in a place about 40°F cooler so I could enjoy being outside all day and appreciate the warmth of a big-ass bonfire. Pleasantly Cool and Breezy Man, maybe.
At least they don't think you're older than you are, shrift?
Back in the USA! Though still have a five hour flight ahead. Not happy that I stepped off the international flight and found out there's been a bombing at an airport (in Brussels). Ick.
Suela, I'm hoping the frosting is worth the effort? Or maybe that it's not, so you never feel the need to make it again?
My roommate is looking into adopting a new cat, which I'm OK with. She is going to an organization called Black Cat Rescue... Which upon looking at their adoptable cats I'm renaming Primarily-Black Cat Rescue.
Ugh. I hate waking up to News. It's been more than a 20 years, but I used to have to travel through that station to get to my internship.
Our world scares me.
