tatjna (tatjna) wrote,
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tatjna

Hey now, you're an allstar, get your game on, go play

So this morning I was about to get to work, when around the corner came a man. Not just any man. A man in a tight T-shirt, with nipples at the alert. Our nipples waved hi to each other in passing.

So I thought, yes, that looks ok (although this man was fairly well built, I don't think a beergut and man-boobs would look that good), but I would find it distracting if I were at work, to the point where I don't think it would really be ok with me. Thus, me dressing in tight T-shirt with no nipple-restrainers could be inconsiderate at work. However, in my own time I'll not wear what I damn well please.

So there we have it, a turntable experiential learning thingy.

Last night we had the going away dinner for our sensei. There were the usual trite speeches. It was very interesting, considering that the actual words really were cliched and dull, how much emotion welled up while it was going on. It was as if realisation dawned for the first time that after 12 years we are losing someone we all love in common. Ralph was his usual humble, embarrassed by praise, deflecting attention by being silly, self. I was unprepared for the onslaught of other people's emotion. It was almost physical and throwing up shields in defence made me somewhat detached for a bit. No matter. I'm going to miss him.

Also there was Indian food, buryani in my case which was a beautiful colour. I'd like to decorate a room in my (fantasty future) house with those colours, and have forest green cushions on the floor, for lying around listening to music, drawing or reading. That would be cool.

Indian food speeds up the metabolism, I've noticed. This may explain why I don't see fat Indian people very often.

By the way, it would seem I'm back. Yes indeed. Yay for me! *skips*


Also: Success. Weird word, open to interpretation. This has been a 'successful' week for me - at least, if you ask my manager at work it has. Funny thing. I don't measure my success by how much 'output' I achieve, or even much to do with my work at all (except in that I earned enough to be successful at eating lots of icecream). If I did I'd be depressed most of the time. What do I measure it by? Other things. Intangibles, mostly. This week I have been more successful at intangibles than not. I wish there were a list of things you could tick off and go "Yes, I was successful at that, oh I could do some stuff to be more successful at that, etc." Then maybe I could explain it to other people. I have been unsuccessful at explaining things to other people.

I have been successful at learning that sometimes explanations are not what's needed. One day I'll learn when to STFU too.

Yay me!
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