Do you have any idea what 20 feet of open beamed ceilings, a decent
amount of upper body strength, and a reckless bad attitude will do to
a girl? Really, it's just sheer force of will that keeps me from
implementing drunken gymnastic routines and plummeting to my death.
God knows it's not lack of tequila.
Three of the dev eds at work have recently been promoted, to varying
degrees, and two of them are based in my office. How is it that I've
been nominated mentor to these young women? I've rarely even the
vaguest clue what I'm actually doing and god knows I don't have the
spare time to show anyone the ropes. It's beyond curious that someone
as conflicted as I can serve as yardstick for anyone, anywhere, except
as a negative example. This surely stands as definitive proof of
cor****ate dysfunction.
Am redly dead, but at least I made it through tonight without crying.
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