One of the somewhat distressing things about people actually reading this blog is that it rather puts a crimp on what I can say here without fear of recrimination. Technically, all is quite anonymous. However, my friends know I keep this, and now many of my coworkers do too (and not just the ones who cleverly found it on their own when I started working here, you know who you are). Anyway, I must work out for myself how deeply I care about this, and decide what level of professional detachment is really appropriate for my current workplace. So far, just about none seems to be the right and expected thing, but I'm still having a hard time with that concept. Too many years in the financial industry will do that I suppose.
Anyhow, this has turned out to be quite an interesting week. Things at work have been nuts, but through dedication and hard work we were able to get a nasty project off without a hitch. So yay for us! Last night was truly remarkable though. I had made plans to go watch movies at a friends house after work, which is all well and good, except that I got a call while racing down the freeway from one of the release guys asking me if there is any way I can please test a build they want to push out tonight. I told him that I was not at work, but he just happened to be in luck since I was going someplace I would be able to get back on the network and test. Which I proceeded to do until about 8 but not without a valiant attempt on my friends part to distract me. At least everything worked, and I get to be the hero of the morning, or evening, or whatever, and also terribly mysterious and alluring since I was able to resist temptation. Or something like that.
So tonight activities center around dinner with a guy I met at Dickens, who insists that he did not meet me at Dickens, and ran in to again at the Mardi Gras party last weekend. Seems like a nice enough guy, so we'll see what happens. I did find his tribe membership listings a bit, hmm...interesting? but who I am to say anything about that sort of thing? A. and I spent a considerable about of time considering outfits for today, since I won't be able to get back home to change whatever I wear tonight needs to work for the office too. It's a tricky thing.
Add to all this the OES fund raiser on Sunday morning and a sloth-themed fetish party I really want to go to on Saturday, and I'm truly living a dissipated and sleep deprived, though heroic, lifestyle. I have no idea what to wear to a sloth-themed (as in the sin, not the tree-dwelling mammal) fetish party though. I was thinking that a leather or PVC corset and my yummy sushi pj pants with slippers would be quite fetching, but I haven't got the corset part anymore. Very sad, but a good excuse to carry on with the corset making! I'll have to figure something out. I have a whole day to think of something!
I will have a delightful and fun-filled weekend before the devastation that is V-Day. It's on a Monday. How appropriate. I'm ashamed to admit it but I have some lingering hope that it will not all be in vain this year. We shall see.
1 comment:
Greetings, Heidi. I followed you here from Kendra's blog. Just thought I'd offer my two cents, which is that I traditionally wear all-black for Valentine's Day, even though I have been happily attatched for many years. I just hate the saccarine taste of the whole day and its expectations.
And I sympathize with your girl-in-a-boy's world issues. I'm the only woman in my kung-fu class, and one of the top-ranked students. All the new boys are afraid of me. I always half-expect them to run up and punch me on the arm and then run away, as if we were still in second grade.
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