He was pretty surprised by the massage school thing, and seemed to be ok with me sometimes working from home on school days. I will likely have to talk to the bigger boss about it further, who will probably recognize where this is leading. It's not a control freak company by any means but I'm not certain that he's going to want other peeps thinking they can do this too. Then again I can get all "hey man, go ahead and find someone off the street who is going to do this next project as well as I'm going to."
My Belgian friend posted a facebook update about being in some fabulous beach shack in Guatemala with cool peeps and she told me to ride my sickle down there. I was all,
Like Rage Guy, I guess, but with the anger directed inward instead of outward.
So I blew it with a girl at the party last Saturday, after completing all the steps correctly - eye contact, working my way into the convo she was having with other dudes, beating the other dudes out of the conversation until it was just me and her, long chat / flirty session, but when it came time for The Business, my body was all, "lol what, yeah no, we don't do that." Fuckin' betrayal. Meh. Couple ounces of confidence back and it shouldn't be a problem next time.
Turns out I still don't like scotch. What a nasty, horrible collection of chemicals. The beer I whipped out ended up being a great conversation prop, though.
Not much else going on. Games this Saturday at Aphrael's place and ripping up the sickle's suspension on Sunday.
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