Can I just say, and I'm just being honest...

[brewer]

CIJSAIJBH...

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I want to disappear! or though go somewhere for a while.... just away from you! Fuck with all the bosses! I'm so sorry ... but she sucks, and I'm already tired of her

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Post vacation reaction?

[KittyAnn]

mh.brewer

CIJSAIJBH...

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I want to disappear! or though go somewhere for a while.... just away from you! Fuck with all the bosses! I'm so sorry ... but she sucks, and I'm already tired of her

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Post vacation reaction?

I could say so..but my boss is a kind of toxic boss and very jealous .. so whether it's a post-vacation effect? Maybe yes, but anyway she's a difficult person and it's hard to work with her...but someone like that is everywhere.. i'm not perfect either! But luckily for me, I'm leaving in two weeks almost for a whole month (my business trip) yippee!!

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I will not have to watch her...  but I really try hard ... to be nice for her

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[Paraselene]

CIJS,

If you have a Leasing flag flying outside the apartment complex, yet you're not in the leasing office during open business hours and you refuse to return my phone call of interest in leasing, then what the hell are you even doing?

[emjay]

The novel I posted as having finished is not the new one about which I mentioned in this thread.

Write one about this guy who is gay but can't admit it to himself, so he goes overboard doing stereotypical masculine things like hunting. Then a gay (or maybe bi) guy tries to bring him out by dressing like a woman and trying to seduce him.

And make the second guy a rabbit.

LOL. You have a weird sense of humour.

[Jackalope]

CIJS

You asked me to write code to do a thing. The code does that thing.

It seems you wanted it to do another thing, but you didn't ask for it. The code doesn't do that thing.

I can't imagine why.

[RoadRunner79]

CIJS

You asked me to write code to do a thing.  The code does that thing.  

It seems you wanted it to do another thing, but you didn't ask for it.  The code doesn't do that thing.

I can't imagine why.

I thought that was a requirement for a project scope!

We had a project for company who was doing research/ trying to get approved for a new, better, and safer piece of equipment for the military.  Anyways, we rebuilt the controls, and included everything that we had discussed plus some stuff I thought would be handy for them.  So far so good.  So they start talking about this other thing, that they wanted it to do.  I had to reply no,  personal safety standards won't let me do that, however I could tell they where being a little sketchy in the description.  So I ask, what are you trying to accomplish, perhaps we can figure out another way to do it, which doesn't involve safety violations.  Turns out, they can't tell me this other thing, that they want me to make the machine do, but somehow I was suppose to make it do it.

[brewer]

Ours is not to reason why..........

[Jackalope]

Ours is not to reason why..........

...ours is to choke the living shit out of the product manager.

[Seraphina]

CIJSAIJBH...

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I remember a conversation between us about five years ago. Our friendship was barely starting and we felt we could talk about anything. I was joking about Mexicanism, and you mentioned something about the guy at the bar and how you could tell he was about to get laid by the way he stretched as he waited for the tab. You were telling me about your ex and I was talking about my current trust issues as our friends chugged down tequila and I tried not to gag at the smell of it, because as you learned that day, I hate tequila.

You then said something that I haven’t forgotten. You said it’s ideal to date a girl who has slight self esteem issues, because this way they won’t feel they’re above you. You said it’s ideal for there to be just a tad of insecurity and for them not to know just how hot they really are. You seemed to be joking.

Years went by and you were there through everything. You helped me move my shit from that house to my tiny studio. You helped me feel safe when I thought I’d end up being one of those murdered women found at the end of a ditch, killed by her hateful ex. You and I became the best of friends and we shared everything. Our compatibility was so satisfying. You dated and told me the stories. My heart shattered once, and you saw me soak the pieces in whiskey and stouts. You broke a few hearts, I kissed a few frogs, and we told out stories over football, poetry nights, craft hunts, and political debates.

You met me when I was in a toxic relationship. I was being called names, I felt hideous, and I was accustomed to abuse. When I broke free, you watched me grow taller and you heard my voice thicken. By the time I was stronger, I had learned that you wanted more than just to be friends.

Why am I still driving around as if I haven’t found “it”? Why am I not convinced? Many reasons, but listen...
You tell me I’m a “ten”, then you follow by mentioning one of my flaws and how you don’t mind it, because you’re 40 and old enough to know what things really matter. You tell me your friends can’t wait to meet me in your home state, then you warn me that the short guy is into -taller and skinnier- so he won’t be attracted to me. Did I ask? What makes you think it ever crossed my mind that your friend could like me that way? When I’m worried about my flaws (the usual one that make me unhappy) you notice and bring them up, followed by “you’re perfect for me”. And I can’t tell what this is. Do you want to remind me how hideous I am, so I stay insecure and need you to be strong, or do you really like me, flaws and all? Am I judging you unfairly as if you were comparable to my hellish past? Are you maybe really actually amazing, but I have a filter of bad experience that makes it difficult to appreciate your greatness? Are you a dick? Are you a bully?

I don’t know. I really don’t. I’m in the middle.

Here’s the thing. I’m going to get to the bottom of this and there’s something you should know. If it’s what I think it is, you’re at a loss. I have learned to love myself. I like my walk. I like my voice. I like my mannerisms. I like my accent. No, I won’t change the way I pronounce “chef”, “Chevron”, Charlotte”, or “caramel”. Fuck that. This is a part of me. I won’t get jealous of other women, because I’m not the jealous type. I won’t stop playing my music, because you gave me a lesson on what “real, actually good music” is like. I won’t stop going just to play it safe. I’m free and freedom has been tasting amazing to me. I’m feeling strong and strength has been tasting amazing to me.

So, what’s up? What’s this about? Am I being paranoid based on my past experience? Am I being unfair? Or... am I onto something? Have I caught you trying to remind me that I’m not fire?

I will figure this out and whatever it is will determine what happens next. Here goes nothin’.

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I knew someone like that. We don't talk anymore and I don't regret cutting him off. A 40 year old man should know better.
Don't overthink it - you're wasting your time.

-Teresa

[SteelCurtain]

And two hours later, you finished it? What did you do, smoke meth? Tell me your secrets.

The novel I posted as having finished is not the new one about which I mentioned in this thread.

You can always tell when Kit is in a writing mood. Gets all verbose.