More dancing and vampire smut
Aug. 23rd, 2007 02:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeanvieveMy weakness for vampire smut is becoming a liability. I really have to review it carefully, possibly start going to the used bookstore again and having more patience.
Dancing tonight was good. Convinced Pony to come out, and after two hours of being whisked about the floor she conceded it totally counts as one of our gym visits for the week. Of course, I still have to go back with her tomorrow. She's whiny about flabbing up at Pennsic, and I still want to fit into the cute palazzo pants in the back of my closet by Christmas. That would be nifty.
Dave's coming along as a waltzer. For all that he used to have an appalling lack of counting and musical meter (for a trumpet player that did drum & bugle corps like me, words cannot express the disappointment of the drum major fairies) I think he's really coming along. Asks strange girls to dance. I'm so proud! Plus he owed me a dollar from the bet.
Had a really good lunch meeting with the team lead. I brought up the matter of the difficulties in Atlanta, and I think we aired good things. I explained what I learned about her and her ways, and she expressed both the misgivings and the hints that more confidence in me might be forthcoming on the current path. All in all, good steps. Plus I envy her navy loafers.
Found out that my ex-second line manager (the lying weasel I don't respect at all) had tried to sabotage me in this new job before I was even in it. Pigfucker! Now I totally have to get into a position where I can fire him one day. Ah well. Apparently I have to stay at IBM at least until then. 10 years and 100k OR Fire Brian. Yup, good to fully accept ambitions.
Glad I'm playing hooky on Friday.
Dancing tonight was good. Convinced Pony to come out, and after two hours of being whisked about the floor she conceded it totally counts as one of our gym visits for the week. Of course, I still have to go back with her tomorrow. She's whiny about flabbing up at Pennsic, and I still want to fit into the cute palazzo pants in the back of my closet by Christmas. That would be nifty.
Dave's coming along as a waltzer. For all that he used to have an appalling lack of counting and musical meter (for a trumpet player that did drum & bugle corps like me, words cannot express the disappointment of the drum major fairies) I think he's really coming along. Asks strange girls to dance. I'm so proud! Plus he owed me a dollar from the bet.
Had a really good lunch meeting with the team lead. I brought up the matter of the difficulties in Atlanta, and I think we aired good things. I explained what I learned about her and her ways, and she expressed both the misgivings and the hints that more confidence in me might be forthcoming on the current path. All in all, good steps. Plus I envy her navy loafers.
Found out that my ex-second line manager (the lying weasel I don't respect at all) had tried to sabotage me in this new job before I was even in it. Pigfucker! Now I totally have to get into a position where I can fire him one day. Ah well. Apparently I have to stay at IBM at least until then. 10 years and 100k OR Fire Brian. Yup, good to fully accept ambitions.
Glad I'm playing hooky on Friday.
