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azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-11 02:45 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-11 02:45 am
Thinking things we can't say inside the building
23:26 Tuesday, 09 December, 2014
Things to do sometime tomorrow: sew more reflective tape on my nice black jacket, perhaps unpicking the stitches on the current bit. The current bit is a little crooked because I didn't take all the things out of all the pockets. The color blends nicely, but it would be good to have it not look like a random tag stuck on the jacket's ass.
02:05 Thursday, 11 December, 2014
The Bay Area is about to get hit by a ginormous fucking storm. I hope we get the rain we need. I hope nobody dies.
I continue to be head-over-heels for Purple, surprising exactly no one. I also remain Deeply Fond of Darkside. Unrequited polyamory: Doing It Right. Or something. I would very much like to be on the right end of a camera in one of those moments when Purple's smile lights up his face, so maybe he could see himself the way I see him. As it is, I did download a random drawing app to my phone, and every now and then I pull it out during times when I need ears but not eyes, and a face has been taking shape. Maybe one of these days it'll be done enough to share.
Purple went into a time warp Tuesday night, as the city council meeting lasted 2 hours instead of the expected 1, and he came out of it feeling as though 26 hours had passed. He was convinced through most of the day that it was Thursday.
I decided to move the large metal rooster that lives in my cube at work. This process was unexpectedly amusing.
2nd Thursday has already been called on account of December holiday travel. If it had not been, it would probably have been called on account of rain. Everyone who can work from home is being urged to work from home. My manager dropped by my cube to tell me that she was working from home and she saw no reason for me to be physically present in the office tomorrow. I loaded her up with three obscenely large blow-pops (one of each flavor) to see her through the storm. And at this point my grandmanager came up, and told me with delight that lb's Overlady had just told him that I was doing a great job prioritizing the R&D demands against the helldesk software, and he was delighted and also he'd had no idea I was working on that until she told him. For some context which he may perhaps not be aware of, at least two of lb's Overlady's various minions, including Beldorion and the Angry Tattooed Man, have been told to lay off the helldesk team because they were being too angry and aggressive.
I grabbed dinner, and invited Purple over; his brain had turned off, so the break was welcome. (Shepherd's pie, with real shepherds. Or real sheep, at any rate.) Dinner was also unexpectedly amusing.
Purple and I spent some time in the parking lot before the storm hit, being obscene (and, I hope, not heard). I mentioned the story of how Darkside can pick his friends and his friends' noses. Purple declared that actually under those circumstances, he might not have done anything differently than Darkside had. ("And that's why you're the second-best $NAME.") The unexpected amusement from dinner went from hilarious to obscene to developing little hand gestures and cat videos.
Purple headed home. I headed home, via Cheap & Easy, who seemed to be suffering a brown-out in the hella wind. All the fluorescent lights were strobing badly enough that I didn't want to go in. The sign on the front of the building had various parts blinking on and off. By the time I did nerve myself up to go in, things were coming back on and staying lit. I grabbed two cucumbers and some pastry.
It's not that the hilarious innuendo is making it harder, actually. It doesn't hurt. I feel myself shining back at Purple, as if he were the sun and I have turned my face up to reflect his light. Unlike the moon, I'm well-lit independently. I would very much like to illuminate his various pockets of woe and insecurity, and I feel honored that I get to see some of the vulnerable places. I just sort of want to curl up next to him and tuck myself under his arm face-first as though I were Calico, hiding from something.
Purple was mulling over the ways in which he could possibly be teaching me things. Being dirty-minded is out. Being wacky is out. We're about equal there. The only thing really is code. Heh.
Things to do sometime tomorrow: sew more reflective tape on my nice black jacket, perhaps unpicking the stitches on the current bit. The current bit is a little crooked because I didn't take all the things out of all the pockets. The color blends nicely, but it would be good to have it not look like a random tag stuck on the jacket's ass.
02:05 Thursday, 11 December, 2014
The Bay Area is about to get hit by a ginormous fucking storm. I hope we get the rain we need. I hope nobody dies.
I continue to be head-over-heels for Purple, surprising exactly no one. I also remain Deeply Fond of Darkside. Unrequited polyamory: Doing It Right. Or something. I would very much like to be on the right end of a camera in one of those moments when Purple's smile lights up his face, so maybe he could see himself the way I see him. As it is, I did download a random drawing app to my phone, and every now and then I pull it out during times when I need ears but not eyes, and a face has been taking shape. Maybe one of these days it'll be done enough to share.
Purple went into a time warp Tuesday night, as the city council meeting lasted 2 hours instead of the expected 1, and he came out of it feeling as though 26 hours had passed. He was convinced through most of the day that it was Thursday.
I decided to move the large metal rooster that lives in my cube at work. This process was unexpectedly amusing.
2nd Thursday has already been called on account of December holiday travel. If it had not been, it would probably have been called on account of rain. Everyone who can work from home is being urged to work from home. My manager dropped by my cube to tell me that she was working from home and she saw no reason for me to be physically present in the office tomorrow. I loaded her up with three obscenely large blow-pops (one of each flavor) to see her through the storm. And at this point my grandmanager came up, and told me with delight that lb's Overlady had just told him that I was doing a great job prioritizing the R&D demands against the helldesk software, and he was delighted and also he'd had no idea I was working on that until she told him. For some context which he may perhaps not be aware of, at least two of lb's Overlady's various minions, including Beldorion and the Angry Tattooed Man, have been told to lay off the helldesk team because they were being too angry and aggressive.
I grabbed dinner, and invited Purple over; his brain had turned off, so the break was welcome. (Shepherd's pie, with real shepherds. Or real sheep, at any rate.) Dinner was also unexpectedly amusing.
Purple and I spent some time in the parking lot before the storm hit, being obscene (and, I hope, not heard). I mentioned the story of how Darkside can pick his friends and his friends' noses. Purple declared that actually under those circumstances, he might not have done anything differently than Darkside had. ("And that's why you're the second-best $NAME.") The unexpected amusement from dinner went from hilarious to obscene to developing little hand gestures and cat videos.
Purple headed home. I headed home, via Cheap & Easy, who seemed to be suffering a brown-out in the hella wind. All the fluorescent lights were strobing badly enough that I didn't want to go in. The sign on the front of the building had various parts blinking on and off. By the time I did nerve myself up to go in, things were coming back on and staying lit. I grabbed two cucumbers and some pastry.
It's not that the hilarious innuendo is making it harder, actually. It doesn't hurt. I feel myself shining back at Purple, as if he were the sun and I have turned my face up to reflect his light. Unlike the moon, I'm well-lit independently. I would very much like to illuminate his various pockets of woe and insecurity, and I feel honored that I get to see some of the vulnerable places. I just sort of want to curl up next to him and tuck myself under his arm face-first as though I were Calico, hiding from something.
Purple was mulling over the ways in which he could possibly be teaching me things. Being dirty-minded is out. Being wacky is out. We're about equal there. The only thing really is code. Heh.
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I fear what may happen if Darkside and Purple are introduced. ^_^
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Very wet but nothing too exciting; that said my commute is on 280 and I am not sure what parts are flooded therefore I am at home and signing in to the VPN.
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