[m4w] overachiever much

who? me?

This entry is all about how much of our self-esteem is vested in our job.

Actually, it's all about wondering if you've become the man you want to marry, but, I am avoiding that for a number of reasons, including the possiblity of yet another droll reference to how I must be the man I wanted to marry, since I married myself already ha ha. Just... don't.

In spite of the trend of self-commitment/self-love ceremonies these days, I married myself because it may be the only wedding I ever get to have. I was indoctrinated enough into my culture to start planning my wedding shortly after I understood segregated bathrooms. Even when I sit there and So Not Envy friends' marriages (or divorces -- even those that go so amicably they have a break-up party) I will still see Burdicks wedding favors, or balloon hats, and get all misty eyed. It defies all reason, truly. I just need to get married a lot, or maybe become a wedding planner.

The part I really like to plan is the reception. Short ceremonies seem unreal, long ceremonies result in restless irreverence. The bride didn't mind that the non-communion folks were mocking it by solemnly offering each other cheezits in the pews, but you should've seen her priest.

That aside is mainly to duck the fact that, since I am a temp contract employee, I can't vest a lot of my self-esteem in my job. It does mean a lot to get any paycheque, although one with benefits would be better. Today I proudly enjoyed introducing my supervisor to the miracle of anchoring images in text, and various Quark Easter Eggs I found when looking for an online tutorial about anchoring. (Plenty of guides a la "remember that great trick in Quark? InDesign can do it too, kinda-sorta")

I knew about the Aliens, but "taste the rainbow" brings on new levels of anti-productivity.

::

For the record, I wasn't really going to arrange to have everyone I know who doesn't link to me from their LJ suffer horribly. I guess at OPN last night, my usual acid wit (indulging my inner "12-going on mid-life crisis" year old) was insufficiently downplayed by what I thought was clear joy of peppermint bark, hot cocoa, and the fancy marshmallows that melt really, really nicely. (But thanks for adding me. I'll make sure you have a seat on the spaceship.) Even woodwardiocom took my ferris bueller's sister's deathray glare far more seriously than I meant it. (Once he did, I had to play it up for the sake of our audience.)

Must work on radiating bliss the way I seem to radiate bitter.

[m4w] overachiever much

who? me?

This entry is all about how much of our self-esteem is vested in our job.

Actually, it's all about wondering if you've become the man you want to marry, but, I am avoiding that for a number of reasons, including the possiblity of yet another droll reference to how I must be the man I wanted to marry, since I married myself already ha ha. Just... don't.

In spite of the trend of self-commitment/self-love ceremonies these days, I married myself because it may be the only wedding I ever get to have. I was indoctrinated enough into my culture to start planning my wedding shortly after I understood segregated bathrooms. Even when I sit there and So Not Envy friends' marriages (or divorces -- even those that go so amicably they have a break-up party) I will still see Burdicks wedding favors, or balloon hats, and get all misty eyed. It defies all reason, truly. I just need to get married a lot, or maybe become a wedding planner.

The part I really like to plan is the reception. Short ceremonies seem unreal, long ceremonies result in restless irreverence. The bride didn't mind that the non-communion folks were mocking it by solemnly offering each other cheezits in the pews, but you should've seen her priest.

That aside is mainly to duck the fact that, since I am a temp contract employee, I can't vest a lot of my self-esteem in my job. It does mean a lot to get any paycheque, although one with benefits would be better. Today I proudly enjoyed introducing my supervisor to the miracle of anchoring images in text, and various Quark Easter Eggs I found when looking for an online tutorial about anchoring. (Plenty of guides a la "remember that great trick in Quark? InDesign can do it too, kinda-sorta")

I knew about the Aliens, but "taste the rainbow" brings on new levels of anti-productivity.

::

For the record, I wasn't really going to arrange to have everyone I know who doesn't link to me from their LJ suffer horribly. I guess at OPN last night, my usual acid wit (indulging my inner "12-going on mid-life crisis" year old) was insufficiently downplayed by what I thought was clear joy of peppermint bark, hot cocoa, and the fancy marshmallows that melt really, really nicely. (But thanks for adding me. I'll make sure you have a seat on the spaceship.) Even woodwardiocom took my ferris bueller's sister's deathray glare far more seriously than I meant it. (Once he did, I had to play it up for the sake of our audience.)

Must work on radiating bliss the way I seem to radiate bitter.

are you think what I'm thinking, pinky

er, blackbear88?

do you think acceber would be ok with us doing something like this to the erstwhile emperor?
have an ottoman reunion in philadelphia?

(via stacy and tyrsalvia)

are you think what I'm thinking, pinky

er, blackbear88?

do you think acceber would be ok with us doing something like this to the erstwhile emperor?
have an ottoman reunion in philadelphia?

(via stacy and tyrsalvia)