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An OutingOf course I lie to people. But I lie altruistically -- for our mutual good. The lie is the basic building block of good manners. That may seem mildly shocking to a moralist -- but then what isn't? |
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Wednesday, October 7, 1998
I've been busy at work the past few days. I'm taking care of lots of details in the area I've been helping out with, plus doing the tasks I've been doing all along. I like it! Tuesday morning, the manager of that area said to me, "Did [real manager] talk to you yet?" Since they've made a permanent hire onto this allied team, we'll probably do some reassignments of tasks after we meet our deadline, and he wanted me to think about what parts to keep and what parts to give to the new person. My real manager will apparently have some other things for me to work on as well. My guest manager also said some pleasing things about how it's good to know he can turn something over to me and know that it will happen, without needing to check back. My real manager said the same thing a while back! (Is it in my file, that this is postive feedback that is especially effective with me?)
I worked about eleven hours Monday and the same amount Tuesday. Once I'm at the office past a certain time, it just makes since to work up until they bring us dinner. Eating dinner with the developers does take me back to this time last year (or a year and a month, really).
Some disturbing, saddening news for me the other day. I wrote last year about how bothered I was when it seemed that some friends were splitting up. They pulled through and settled things then, but now they are planning on living apart. I hate that! I don't know the details yet. It really puts me off balance, and I feel that I'm way out of touch with them since I had no clue this was coming.
I had a phone message from my brother the other day. He has a voice mail service now, and he left me that number, but that was all he said. I returned the call, but I haven't heard back yet. I'm glad he's alive, at least, and I guess he's still in the area. I thought I caught a glimpse of him in August (but it probably wasn't him), and the last time we talked was in January. He didn't understand it when my sister and I said we wanted to keep our distance from him, but our family history together would take a lot to overcome!
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Tuesday I worked until seven o'clock, ate the dinner they brought in for us, then drove straight to the Greenwood neighborhood for Two-Tone Tuesday at the Up and Down Club. I wanted to buy some safety pins (the dress I was wearing has a tendency to unzip itself, which would tend to attract more attention than I bargained for), so I went to the Fred Meyer on the next block to do some shopping. I remembered, as I was scanning the aisles, that I wanted to buy some new sheets. The Fred Meyer near my home is smaller, so they didn't have much of a selection. At the Greenwood Fred Meyer I decided to splurge a bit, and treat myself to the 250 threat count Egyptian cotton sheets. I'm sure I'll enjoy them! The marginal cost per use is really very small, and I deserve the best!
It was a surprisingly quiet night at Two-Tone Tuesday. A number of the folks I usually dance with weren't there! But I danced with some new partners, and had a good time, of course. Adam was there, but tired and in a depressed mood, so he wouldn't dance when I asked him, the fool! Then he showed his contrary spirit by asking me to foxtrot after I had already taken off my dancing shoes. I agreed, of course. Then, instead of walking me to my car as he usually does (a distance of one block) he wanted to give me a ride. Poor guy, he must have been tired!
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I sent email to "facilities" today at work. It's good that they have this general email address, since I would have had a hard time figuring out which specific group would have jurisdiction over a dead rat in the parking garage.
Something really amusing happened today on diary-l (the email list for online journalers). There was someone posting recently, named Jeff Olivier, asking some odd questions like "How do you find online journals?" and "Where is there a site where someone who doesn't know HTML can post their journal for free?" I and several others pointed him to the Open Pages webring -- over five hundred journals there -- and various sites that offer free web space. Somehow in each of his reponses to us, he managed to mention mydeardiary.com. I started to wonder, so I did a little search at the Internic, and sure enough, he is the administrative contact for the site! So I mailed this info off to the list, no comment needed. He confessed and apologized after being outed, if you consider it a confession to admit to what is already known.
Greta Metassa and her quartet provided live music at the Century Ballroom dance tonight. I really like her singing! But until the third set, the tempos were usually too fast or too slow for lindy, or even for east coast swing! It's not a good sign when more people are up and dancing when the band is taking a break and there is dj'ed music on.
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