[m4w] self esteem? moi?

ok, I'll just wait for you to stop snickering.

time passes...
time passes...
time passes... it's like I'm struggling through one of Zarf's IF games...

She suggests establishing yourself (in the company of men or something), by demonstrating that you can be every bit as explosive and nasty as they are. My ability to combust is more well-known than my near shark-like finesse at playing Volcano. Sometimes I am So a Fire Sign.

Sometimes, the only reason I know I'm a lady is because I've got the papers to prove it. My SCA Award of Arms, hanging in my hallway.

That and one of their fully stamped frequent buyer cards will get you the beverage of your choice at The Diesel, (exactly where I am not right now). I spent an embarrassing amount of time LJ surfing yesterday failing to find that old VIscount [Sir/Master] Count Ex Roommate of mine. But, he's mostly quit SCAdia now and I'm completely failing to guess his name or other interests. (or they're things like "tattoos" which narrows it down to several hundred thousand users). I know he and his wife have LJs. He let that slip at the Fitness Mill in January. I didn't remember to get usernames, since mine is so obvious. I guess they peeked and I bored the shit out of them, so they decided not to friend me.

Where were we? o yes, Self esteem.

Personal miasmas aside, my manager wishes she could hire me, and claims that she won't take on the proposed German translation of [my primary weekly task, currently in English and French] unless they ok the hire. That's wicked cool. (And, I could start dating my homepage in German once I've made it through the French months!) But still at the in my dreams phase. Meanwhile, as of next month I still have to train one of my other superiors to be my back-up. Gotta love it when the temps train the perms.

Current Meme: ok cupid say: nymph (?)
Current Earworm: ben folds five "brick"

[m4w] self esteem? moi?

ok, I'll just wait for you to stop snickering.

time passes...
time passes...
time passes... it's like I'm struggling through one of Zarf's IF games...

She suggests establishing yourself (in the company of men or something), by demonstrating that you can be every bit as explosive and nasty as they are. My ability to combust is more well-known than my near shark-like finesse at playing Volcano. Sometimes I am So a Fire Sign.

Sometimes, the only reason I know I'm a lady is because I've got the papers to prove it. My SCA Award of Arms, hanging in my hallway.

That and one of their fully stamped frequent buyer cards will get you the beverage of your choice at The Diesel, (exactly where I am not right now). I spent an embarrassing amount of time LJ surfing yesterday failing to find that old VIscount [Sir/Master] Count Ex Roommate of mine. But, he's mostly quit SCAdia now and I'm completely failing to guess his name or other interests. (or they're things like "tattoos" which narrows it down to several hundred thousand users). I know he and his wife have LJs. He let that slip at the Fitness Mill in January. I didn't remember to get usernames, since mine is so obvious. I guess they peeked and I bored the shit out of them, so they decided not to friend me.

Where were we? o yes, Self esteem.

Personal miasmas aside, my manager wishes she could hire me, and claims that she won't take on the proposed German translation of [my primary weekly task, currently in English and French] unless they ok the hire. That's wicked cool. (And, I could start dating my homepage in German once I've made it through the French months!) But still at the in my dreams phase. Meanwhile, as of next month I still have to train one of my other superiors to be my back-up. Gotta love it when the temps train the perms.

Current Meme: ok cupid say: nymph (?)
Current Earworm: ben folds five "brick"